about time
featuring : iwaizumi hajime
includes : you being oikawa's sister, brothers best friend trope, a teeny tiny mention of drinking, and you and makki being besties
notes : i legit put iwa and bo in the wheel name spinning thing bcs i was too indecisive to pick and iwa won three in a row....the universe apparently sided with this hunk 2day ! ignore the mistakes if you find any, i’ll fix em laterzzz :)))
being oikawa's sister had its perks.
you're instantly popular, you have boys queuing up to get your number, every girl in the school was nice to you ( though they only wanted to get closer to your brother but you didn't care honestly) so really there wasn't anything you can complain about.
except that you have the biggest crush on your brother's best friend.
it's not that he's just hot, like insanely godly hot, he's also really nice. all the years you've known iwaizumi, there wasn't a moment where he wasn't a gentleman to you, despite being together for so long people might mistake you three as siblings.
like when you were five and fell on your knees, he was the one who ran to get the first aid kit (damn your brother he did nothing but laugh, the audacity)
or when you were thirteen when you were scared to walk alone after school without oikawa because he was sick and iwaizumi offered himself up despite having his classes end way earlier than you (and continues to do so when your brother couldn't accompany you)
or when you were 21, drunk off your ass at a bar and having him pick you up, knowing that his campus was literally halfway across town but still came when he heard you sobbing at the other end of the phone.
the little things he does makes your heart flutter, toes curl and mind only filled with thoughts of him. he's the reason why your standards in men are so high and you aren't going to settle less than any of that. you weren't going to settle if it wasn't him.
even so, you're pretty sure he doesn't see you in the same light. again, you've known each other for years, you basically grew up together, so you're pretty sure he only sees you as his best friend annoying little sister (even worse, he's own little sister)
"why does he have to be like that, makki?" you whine, your head lulling to the right to rest on your best friend's shoulder.
"that being?" he teased, taking a sip from his drink as he eyed you from the side.
"you know, irresistibly hot." you gestured to iwaizumi who was working at the counter, "how am i supposed to move on if i see him everyday?"
"that's your own fault. you know he works here."
you did but that's not the point.
"still," you grumbled out, "thought i was being obvious enough. can't he just, i don't know,reject me?"
"honey, you and i both know he's oblivious as hell. i think you need to spell it out for him to get it."
you groaned, hitting your head against the table again.
"hey, what if i set you up with a guy? maybe you'll learn to move on." makki suggested.
it wasn't like the idea of meeting someone new hasn't crossed your mind before. it's just that, well, they're not him.
"did you miss the part where haji's literally perfect and most men aren't?"
"ahem."
"most men besides haji and you aren't."
"better." he said smugly before continuing. "what if i made sure he checks all your boxes, hmm? i know a lot of people."
"i don't know," you bit your lip, "i guess i trust you…"
"that's a dangerous thing to do, you know?"
your head whipped to the sound of his voice coming from behind you.
"i'm literally your best friend, dude."
"not by choice."
a chuckle escaped your lips at his bluntness.
"hey!"
"what are you talking about and why are you trusting makki with it?"
before you could even answer, makki did for you.
"we were talking about setting her up on a date," he said proudly.
"a date, huh?" he eyed you from the side, "thought you had all the boys lining up your feet, princess."
you're so unfair, hajime.
"they're not that interesting, i guess." you said instead.
"good. keep your standards high. you can't trust men these days."
"you're literally a man."
"i'm different."
"ahem." makki not so subtly coughed again.
"like I said, i'm different—ow— i will literally kick you, makki."
you only smiled, never agreeing more with a statement. he was different, or maybe there was something different about the way you felt for him compared to anyone else. and as much as you wanted something more with him, you're smart enough to realize that that dream was way out of reach.
maybe going on a blind date wouldn't be the worst idea.
***
"i'm so gonna kill you!"
"what'd he do?" makki said on the other line.
"not only did he criticize what i ordered, he even took some of my food and didn't even ask for it! he said and i quote 'a pretty thing like you can't finish this, right?' you know i don't share food!"
"i’m sorry bout that honey. he seemed pretty cool when i talked to him before. he did looked excited when he saw a picture of you."
"ugh men. that's it, i'm just gonna wait for my prince charming to come."
"so no more blind dates?"
"nope." you clicked your tongue as you opened the door to your apartment. "thanks hiro, i did appreciate the thought. i'm gonna call it a night."
"alright, sleep tight honey."
you removed the phone lodged between your shoulder and ear before dropping through keys in the bowl next to the door.
"you're home early."
you let out a gasp at the sudden intruder, your heart calming down when you realize who it was. "my god, how did you come in?"
"you gave me the keys, dumbass." iwaizumi shook the spare keys in front of you, then settled himself on the countertop. "so how was your date?"
"how'd you know it was today?" you took off your coat and immediately went to the refrigerator, taking out a can of—well two cans— of something that would probably make you forget your date.
"makki's not one to keep quiet, you know."
"right. well, it's a lost cause you could say."
"that bad?"
"yup," you downed it down immediately, wincing at the aftertaste. "what're you doing here anyways? it's late."
"had to make sure you got back safe." he said nonchalantly, "your brother would've nagged me if something happened to you."
"i'm a big girl, hajime. i can take care of myself." you said, annoyed, though your beating heart says otherwise. "pretty sure he's dying for me to get someone. he's always saying how i'm repulsing men."
"we both know that's not true, princess," he says.
ugh there it is again. that stupid nickname that makes you weak in the knees for the man in front of you.
"yeah well…" you started, avoiding his eyes as you spoke, "i appreciate you coming to check up on me but i don't need another brother breathing down my back, alright?"
you expect him to shrug it off or to roll his eyes like oikawa would but instead you're confused at his next words.
"do i really give off that impression to you?"
you turned your head towards him. it almost sounded like he was hurt. "what do you mean?"
"nothing." he says almost instantly after that. "nothing, i just— forget i said anything." and with that he goes off to grab his coat hanging by the rack.
but you were curious. because the way he said it seemed like it was out of surprise. like it's the first time he realized that.
"wait," you grabbed his arm before he could go. "tell me what you mean by that?"
was it the booze that made you act this way too? yeah probably.
" 's doesn't matter. forget it, alright?" he makes a move to leave but tug his arm out. you hold on tighter.
"tell me." you say, persistently. "i’m not letting you go until you tell me. i'll jump on your back right now even."
"let go."
"for someone bigger than my brother you sure are a wimp."
"are you trying to provoke me?"
"is it working?" you said before adding, "wimp."
"it's not working."
you pouted. "it always works with tooru."
"that's because he has a huge ego." he let out a yelp when you actually fulfilled your threat by jumping on his back. "hey, get off!"
"not until you tell me!" you locked your legs around him with your arms around his neck to stay determined. "this usually works on tooru too. only it involves a lot more hair pulling." you said triumphantly, before realizing how close your face has gotten to his. apparently he noticed it too judging by how wide his eyes are and how red he looks up close.
"if i tell you, you might hate me." he whispers, words only for you to hear.
"i could never hate you." that's ridiculous. you were literally in love with him, hello?
he looked uncertain, but eventually gave in when you were still stubborn to let him go.
“...i like you, y/n."
pardon?
"if you're messing with me, i will pull your hair out." you managed to say.
"please don't. mine doesn't grow as fast as your shitty brother."
"you're…for real then?"
"yes."
"then why would you think i hate you?"
iwaizumi winced, like the next few words were gonna be painful. "you said you think of me as a brother."
"because i thought you only saw me as a sister!" you blurted out.
"what?" his big saucer eyes matching your own. "what're you saying?"
"i'm in love with you." you bit your lip and continued on. "i've been in love with you ever since i can remember."
there. it was finally out, no takesies backsies. honestly it felt good to have that in the open. it was like ripping off a bandaid, painful but at the same time, relieving.
but then panic set in when he didn't say anything for a solid minute.
you watched as his face slowly turned red till the tip of his ears and his mouth opening, closing, as if still figuring out what to say. his hands moved first, slowly taking you off of his back and turning your body so you were now hugging him from the front, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist.
"so… we like each other?" he says, lips unbelievably close to your own.
"apparently."
"so if i wanted to kiss you, your would say…" he trails off, eyes solely focusing on your lips.
"i'd say it's about damn time, haji." you mimicked his movements.
"about damn time," he mutters before claiming your lips with his.
about damn time indeed.
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apple juice at a coffee shop
“could I get an apple juice?” Your order may be fairly simple but at least it’s consistent.
you and Iwaizumi were at a local coffee shop, wasting your time before the movie you were supposed to watch started.
“sure! what size?” She looked up at you expectantly.
“let’s go with… medium” The barista picked up a cup and wrote something small on it before passing it to her coworker.
“of course one medium apple juice coming right up!” She turned to Iwaizumi, “and for you sir?”
his eyes widened in surprise like he wasn’t expecting to be asked something like that. His eyes frantically looked into the menu.
“Oh…. Um …. Can I get a medium London fog?” The barista smiled lightly at him before marking his cup and handing it to her coworker once more.
“of course. Is that it for you two?” she asked mildly. Iwaizumi looked to you in mild panic.
Noticing his panic you quickly end the conversation,“yup, thank you” you turn to your boyfriend.
“iwa? A London fog? I didn’t take you for a tea kind of person”
“it’s tea??”
“yes?? What did you think you got?!” You notice someone standing behind him, so you loosely pull his arm, guiding him out of the person’s way.
“I don’t know? It was on the board as a barista favorite, and I’ve never been here before, so I was kinda caught off guard.”
Chuckling lightly you look at him with a raised brow, “you got a new drink because it was somebody’s favorite?”
“yes…” He leans against the pickup counter, “to be fair I didn’t know what else to get.”
You stare into his soul for a second longer before looking away, “you’re strange.”
“ and yet, you love me for it.” He reaches for you hand and holds it in his own.
“that I do,” you squeeze his hand affectionately, “your tea is ready”
he grabs his tea from the barista and walks away, he pulls you after him not once letting go of your hand. once you are a few meters away from the counter he pauses and brings the cup up to his nose, sniffing hard.
he pauses for a moment, seemingly trying to figure out how to feel about the smell before going in for another sniff. He does this three more times.
“Pfft- you look like a weirdo right now, just a buff dude leaning over his hot drink sniffing hard” you start to pull him towards the exit, he follows you haltingly, stopping every few feet to sniff the cup again.
“Have you ever had a London fog?” He walks to the door and pushes it open, holding it for you as you step through it.
“no, I don’t know what’s in it”
“neither do I”
“ you should look it up, let’s sit here”
You sit down on a bench outside the coffee shop. You had started to take some small sips of your apple juice as you checked you socials. When you glance over at Iwaizumi, he is intensely staring at his phone.
He puts down his phone and catches your eye, “it is gray tea and steamed milk” he gives you a small smile and you return it.
He goes to take a si, but right before he sips, he brings the cup back up to your nose. You snort because he has never been the type of person to be scared by trivial things, let alone a new drink.
He turns to you once more,“it smells like lavender, smell it” he passes you the drink, carful not to spill its hot contents on you.
you bring it closer to you nose, and take a deep breath. “ooo it does! Take a sip!”
He very cautiously brings it to his lips. Iwaizumi takes a tentative sip then closes his eyes, deep in thought.
He hesitates then says “it tastes like lavender… it tastes like how a microwave sock smells”
You blanch,“I’m sorry? A microwave sock?”you swivel to look him in the eyes, and repeat very slowly “a microwave sock?”
He places his drink down on the table. “you know….” He pauses to think for a second “The one where you put it in the microwave and heat it up, some girls use it for cramps?”
You blink incredulously at him. “a rice sock?”
“yes! that’s the thing, here try it!” You grab the drink from in front of him, you drink slowly, careful not to burn you tongue.
You pause to think carefully, and the more you think about it the more you realize that he had gotten the taste spot on. “oh, OH your right!!”
you slide the drink back over to him, and he grabs it and starts to drink. He manages to burn his tongue. Iwaizumi takes another sip and wrinkles his nose.
“Do you not like it?” He face was scrunched up adorably, but it softened into a small smile when he saw you looking at him.
“it’s not my favorite,” he says honestly “I mean, it feels like something you would take studying, but I’m not studying, I’m on a date with my lover”
now it’s your turn to wrinkle your nose at his wording. “don’t say it like that! It sounds like I’m you affair partner”
Iwaizumi rolls his eyes and sips at his drink again, he gives a noncommittal “Mmm.”
you look at his face and chuckle. “You can toss it ya know”
“with the liquid in the cup?”
You shrug “I don’t see why not, you could also pour it out”
He checks his phone and goes to stand up, “ok, our movie is in like 3 minutes, let’s go.” The two of you start on your way to the theater behind you.
Iwaizumi stops next to the plants running next to the walk way. He pulls the lid off of the cup and slowly pours it into the ground. You speak up from behind him.
“do you think it’s cannibalism?”
“what?”
“giving your tea to the plants,” you pause and stare intently at the wet patch of dirt, “they are drinking the soul of their brethren” he gives you a strange look before putting the lid on the cup.
“I think everything is a cannibal if giving the chance.” He shrugs and throws his cup into a trash can nearby.
“given the chance… iwa I think you mean, ‘put in dire situation’ cause if you say it like that….” You widened your eyes, chuckling and look deliberately to the side.
Iwaizumi gives you a weird look before grabbing your hand and pulling you closer to him. “Alright, let’s move on from that topic, let’s go to the movies”
You smile widely, “with your affair partner!”
“no-“
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— kiss me quick
the first time you’d kissed iwaizumi had been delicate and affectionate and fake.
the focus of his grandma’s excited interrogation, you’d been bombarded with questions since your arrival and the kiss had been the only way to consolidate your clunky answers. they’d been awkward though true, and admitting your first attraction to iwaizumi had your tongue drying and cheeks warming far sooner than expected.
the kiss had smoothened your stammering words, endearing in their shyness. and perhaps most importantly, it had been enough to convince iwaizumi’s family to all take a step back, giving you space to let out a shaky exhale.
iwaizumi eyed you gratefully, gaze fond and ever so caring it made your chest ache. his hand hadn’t left yours since he had picked you up for the family gathering and he squeezes yours tightly. a thank you maybe, or just a sign to say i’m here, it’s ok.
but you hadn’t felt alright. not when your breath rattled through your lungs and your lips tugged into a forced smile, stuck in a way that hid your fake relationship, your true feelings.
you finally let the cover drop in iwaizumi’s car, surrounded by the comfort of his warm leather seats, the familiar smell of his cologne and the stack of pay-and-display parking tickets that tracked your chronicles together. the sigh that escaped you had been building throughout the day and now seemed unavoidable as your chest heaved. idle fingers worked at the seams of the passenger seat, trailing stitches up and down until iwaizumi’s hand lifted from the gearstick to place your palms together again.
“you ok?” he murmured, hardly louder than the radio’s static.
you hummed non-committally, gaze fixed on your intertwined hands as your feelings began to overwhelm, presenting themselves in the form of pesky heat, pricking terribly at your eyes.
a call of your name snapped you out of your haze, stern this time. and you realised iwaizumi was squeezing your hand once more, scenery no longer moving around you.
your silence didn’t last long, it never did around hajime.
“please don’t ask me to do this again,” your voice nothing more than a whisper, “i can’t do this again.”
“ok,” iwaizumi’s reply came simply, “i never meant to make you feel uncomfortable or bad, i’m sorry.”
you shook your head, eyes tightly shut, “it wasn’t. i’m never uncomfortable around you, i just--” your words choke you, but still, you will them out, tumbling gracelessly as they expel from your throat, “please don’t kiss me if you don’t mean it.”
hajime falters, “what if i do?”
your eyes open. “what?”
“what if i meant it when i kissed you?”
“i think,” you swallow, “if you meant it back when you asked me to come with you,” you peek a nervous glance at iwaizumi who nods, confirming your suspicions, “then you’re an idiot.”
hajime bursts into laughter, taken by surprise at the sudden return of the you he’s so familiar with, the you he so adores.
“you would’ve said yes if i asked you normally?” hajime checks once his amused guffaws have trickled down into fond little chuckles.
you roll your eyes, smiling all the same as you answer, “when have i ever said no to you?” hajime grins, lips curved as he presses them against your knuckles. plans run through his mind already, thoughts going a mile a minute with you by his side. the car moves off again.
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56; TIRED
iwaizumi nodded slowly. “cozy,“ he stated after looking around the room, smiling slightly at you. “and the room seemed smaller while we were on video call last night”
you hummed. “so, doesn’t seem half bad, huh?”
chuckling, he turned back to you. “i haven’t decided yet”
slowly nodding, you looked at him, completely silent, fingers twiddling in your lap.
truth is, with every passing hour you got more uncomfortable in this room, especially when you were alone. it was different, bare and cold, despite its warm colours.
you just wanted to go back home.
back to your comfortable, fuzzy blanket, your photo albums, your books and movies. back to your home close to that old ramen shop you loved, right next to some convenience store that you frequented whenever you craved something or couldn’t sleep.
back to normality.
but it seemed this was your normal now. you just had to get used to it.
“but, well,” iwaizumi continued after a while, eyes roaming around the room before looking back at you. “i’m sure we can make this seem a little more homey. some pictures, plants. i can bring you some more of your books if you’d like?”
now it was your turn to smile, your heart filling with warmth. “yeah. i’d love that”
surely that would make it easier to adjust to your new normal— keeping a little bit of your old self.
after a few hours have passed, you could feel your eyes getting heavier, threatening to close themselves shut. you hummed your boyfriend’s name, holding out a hand, which he immediately took. “i’m tired”
“then sleep?” iwaizumi proposed. you could clearly hear his amused tone, making you frown angrily at him.
“but it’s still so early,” you retorted, pushing your lower lip forward, “it’s not even 8pm yet, i can’t sleep, i’ll ruin my sleeping schedule,” you reasoned.
it wasn’t even a lie. you usually never went to sleep this early and when you did, you either woke up in the middle of the night or around dawn — with a raging headache at that. you really didn’t want to deal with that.
and, well, you really wanted to spend some more time with him.
sure, he could technically still come and see you most of the time, but there would be no more spontaneous midnight visits whenever one of you couldn’t sleep, you now had to rely on calls. sure, they weren’t bad, but they weren’t the same either.
“going to bed this early one time won’t ruin it, love,” iwaizumi reasoned, after scanning your face. you had dark circles under your eyes and you skill was rather dull and pale. you could barely keep your eyes open to look at him, like you were about to drift off to sleep any second now. he could tell you were fighting to stay awake.
you raised your eyebrows. “seems like you don’t know my body well enough”
iwaizumi grinned before he leaned forward, putting his lips right at your ear. “mh, i wouldn’t mind getting to know it even better,” he whispered, kissing your neck.
you weakly pushed him away, playfully smacking his arm. “keep it in your pants,” you huffed, trying to conceal the curl of your lips.
much to your dismay, he didn’t stop grinning, instead reaching out to catch your hand before you managed to pull it away. “that’s not what you said earlier,” he hummed again, kissing your palm.
“i hate you,” you mumbled, pulling your hand back, but only after smearing your palm on his sweater with a smile on your face.
in return iwaizumi laughed. “sure you do, love,” he hummed, softly caressing your cheek before kissing your forehead. “sleep,” he whispered.
you yawned, too tired to even argue with him and instead closing your eyes, snuggling into you blanket. “fine. just a nap,” you mumbled before drifting off to sleep, unable to see iwaizumi’s eyes fixed on your face, a love drunken smile on his lips.
he didn’t know how much time has passed when he heard a knock on the door, his body slightly jolting in surprise.
“hello, may i enter?”
sitting up properly, he put his phone away, turning to face the entrance. “oh, yes, of course”
“thank you” shortly after a tall, black-haired man — your nurse — entered the room. he nodded at iwaizumi before looking over, seeing your sleeping form. “i’m sorry to barge in like this, but unless you’re planning on staying the night, i have to ask you to leave”
“is it this late already?” iwaizumi blinked, quickly pulling out his phone again to check the time. his eyes widened for a moment as he realized that it had gotten late, getting up from his seat. “shit, yeah, sorry”
as the man left the room again, iwaizumi gathered his things and pressed another kiss on your forehead before leaving the room.
just as he was about to leave, he spotted your nurse again, quickly deciding to go up to him for a moment.
“hi. listen, i’m sorry. i completely lost track of time,” he apologized sincerely, an awkward smile on his face.
the black-haired man however simply shrugged it off. “don’t worry about it. it’s just policy — friends, family, spouses and such are welcome to stay the night, we just need you to sign a form,” he explained. pausing, he examined iwaizumi for a moment before pointing to a door at his side, labeled ‘staff only’. “should i grab it for you?”
“no, not today” he shook his head, while simultaneously being glad that this option not only existed, but also seemed very uncomplicated in itself. he had been afraid of having to call at least a day in advance or something similar. iwaizumi knew how much you would miss the spontaneity in calling him over at night — or vice versa — so being able to decide on a whim to actually stay with you was a relief. he held his hand out. “thank you, uh—“
the nurse grabbed it, shaking it quickly. “sakusa. i’m (y/n)’s nurse here”
“i’m iwaizumi,” he also introduced himself. “nice to meet you. formally, i mean”
“likewise”
quickly nodding, he began to turn around. “so, see you next time?”
sakusa nodded, bowing slightly. “goodbye”
evanescent
/ɛvəˈnɛs(ə)nt,iːvəˈnɛs(ə)nt/ — “soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing.”
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love languages (two) 𖤐
warnings: signs of mental instability (?), idk but that's about it, it's all just fluff <3 tell me if i missed anything :)
characters: kuroo & hajime
notes: in honor of me turning seventeen today, here is the part two of love languages! <3 i hope im not too rusty crusty haha :D!
-> click here for: [ part one ]
kuroo tetsuro - acts of service
kuroo tetsuro is a man who never fails to reach the book men level of standard.
you think that maybe he’s not actually real and some kind of illusion, because how could be a man be so perfect?
well, apparently he is and you must’ve saved multiple planets because for whatever reason— he’s your boyfriend in this universe.
—
“baby? i brought you your favorite coffee and some pastries” the said man says as he pushes the bedroom door open
you quickly turn around to the sweet voice of your boyfriend, he’s wearing the biggest grin on his face that reciprocates yours while holding up your favorite coffee in his hand and bread on the other
just like a child when they’re given their favorite stash of candy.
“matcha latte?” you scramble away from your where you’re sat in to where he is, kicking away the scattered tissue boxes and paper bags
kuroo chuckles, pecking your forehead lightly “mhm, you got it, baby. you feeling better now?”
you nod, “uh uh, i’m doing okay now, just doing my physics assignments to catch up for tomorrow and i still have some cleaning to do… i think im gonna get sick again if i don’t”
sounds of laughter fills up the room as the both of you glance around the room, looking at each other again with a scrunch
“i’ll help you clean up and don’t overwork yourself, okay? don’t wanna see my baby getting sick again” kuroo laughs as he pinches your cheek before moving to sit on your bed, reaching into his bag
“oh and here’s your physics and maths notes, baby, i figured i could use my vacants to attend a couple of your missed classes” sounds of rustling follows as he hands you neatly highlighted papers
your mouth drops open in shock
just the thought that your boyfriend chose to spend his free time writing notes for his sick partner and listened to professors ramble for god knows how long instead of enjoying his once-in-a-lifetime rest hours
kuroo knows how much you struggle with these classes, not to mention that you’ve missed a couple days because of how sick you got.
“god, you didn’t have to do all that but thank you so much, tetsu, i love you a lot” you snake your hands around his neck to pull him down, kissing his lips
“well i got my reward, didn’t i?”
he smirks
sneaky little shit.
iwaizumi hajime - words of affirmation
it’s one of those days again.
those days where your ugly thoughts are winning over you and swallowing you whole, leaving you in a state of insecurity about yourself and your relationship with other people
it’s crazy how doubt can take over those positive thoughts you’ve tried to build over the months, only for it to be ruined by some evil monster inside your head that’s so against seeing you happy— there’s only so much you can do and you hate to think that it has succeeded.
but then iwaizumi hajime is always there to protect you.
he becomes your personal shield from all those monsters with just his words, his words that have seems to always save you from getting those thoughts into your head
-
“darling, is there something wrong?” hajime asks, his hand coming up to caress your cheek, worry evident on his face
how come he always knows even when you don’t say anything?
you wonder how, when it’s actually the silence that concerns him, he knows that you love making small talks with him just as he loves hearing your voice when you ramble about your day
it has become a part of your routine at this point, whether it's about your annoying professors, how you almost tripped over something, and even just about a cute dog you saw for two seconds on the street
and he's also powerhouse setter for god's sake, he's always perceptive and is quick when it comes to body languages and whatever happens around him
“it’s nothing, haj, i'm fine. just a little bit tired from school.” you whisper as you tiptoe to give him a kiss but instead, a gasp is forced out of you as he carries you bridal style into to the bedroom
hajime kicks through the door, still rubbing circles on your leg. he knows you're not feeling good and just don't wanna be a "hindrance", but to him, nothing and no one is more important than you
and you know this, but those ugly thoughts just disagrees and wants you to be miserable about every little thing. you hate that no matter what you do, they still manage push their way in and ruin your day
hajimes kisses your forehead and the tip of your nose lightly, "i don't wanna force you to talk about it if you're not ready just yet but remember that i'm all ears, okay? i love you so much, baby, you're perfect for me, always and whatever's bothering you is our problem, mhm?"
he must be an angel— you think, he's always patient with you and doesn't belittle you for having your moments of weaknesses that he says is a disguise of strength and that you being there with him despite everything makes you one of the bravest people out there
perhaps, he is — and you're one lucky person to be able to call him yours.
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timeskip!iwaizumi learned to surf during college. when he moved to california he was immediately drawn to the beach, and some of his college friends introduced him to the lovely pastime of surfing. at first he wanted to longboard, in love with the grace of it, but all his friends were shortboarders so that's what he learned to do. with time, he too grew an affinity for the stunts. by the end of his college career he was going out every morning with his buddies, and more likely than not, he ended up meeting you on the beach. if you already surf, he's glad to bring you into his group, and if you don't know yet, he'll do his best to teach you. unless, of course, you'd rather watch him
no thoughts, only surfer iwaizumi <3
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You being a badass and them being proud of you
Includes: Iwaizumi Hajime, Matsukawa Issei
WARNING: reader is a female, Mentions of perverts and sexual harassment (not on the reader, they try to defend others), catcalling and stalking in iwa's part. Unconsented taking of pictures in matsun's part. please do not read if you're uncomfortable with these topics. And please stay careful. Use of curse words. Please tell me if I missed anything.
Iwaizumi Hajime
You were out of the restaurant waiting for your now already boyfriend to get his car so you two could get home and watch some movies. You and Iwaizumi had been friends for a while but there was always something else between you two and it got to the point where it was no use in hiding it so Iwaizumi finally got the courage and asked you out, and it was honestly the best descision he ever made because now you could call each other boyfriend and girlfriend.
You were feeling beyond giddy, you couldn't wait until you got to your apartment cuddle and watch some movies, spend time in a comfortable place instead of this overly fancy one. The dinner was wonderful and the place was beyond beautiful but both of you seemed out of place and slightly uncomfortable, so you thought changing space would help.
Smile crept up on your face once you saw a familliar car and you were about to head towards it when you heard commotion. You looked for the reason and saw a girl about your age with a troubled expression. You looked behind her and saw a man, who, based on his sluggish movements, was drunk out is mind was pestering her. You felt sorry for the poor girl because she looked beyond uncomfortable and tried her best to shoo him off, but, unfortunately, he was not taking the hint. Iwaizumi stepped out of the car to see what was taking your attention his brows furrowed with worry so that you were ignoring him, when you headed to the girl and took her hand, giving her the brightest smile ever.
"There you are sweetheart I have been searching for you everywhere! I was so worried!" You carefully examined her to see if she was hurt somewhere, thankfully she was only frightened, she was cluthcing your hand tightly, you squeezed her hand in return.
"I lost my way.." she stuttered out her voice squeaky "I'm sorry."
"No worries, as long as you're safe, come on let's return to others." You tried to take the girl away from the creep but the guy stood in front of you and stopped you from proceeding you raised your eyebrow looking unpleased with the hold up but you kept your cool from the corner of your eye you could see Iwaizumi looking at you confused.
"It's rude to leave the conversation like that!" The man groaned at her in displeasure making the poor girl hide behind you. You shielded her with best of your abilities and glared at the man in front of you.
"It would be if it was a normal conversation not you pestering my poor friend with your vile and disgusting comments. You have to be twice our age if not more learn to take no as an answer!" You seethed clearly not amused with the hold up. The man looked furious and he was about to do someting about his rage but you didn't let him. "Don't even try, I have been recording everything with my phone and there's cameras everywhere, one wrong move and I promise that I will destroy your life." You stood your ground, Iwaizumi now next to you glaring diggers at the man, on high alert to protect you if anything happens. The man muttered some incohrent stuff and quickly left.
You sighed in relief, Iwaizumi's hand was immediately around you, he looked beyond worried. "I'm fine, really I am" you reassured him but he didn't really buy it. You looked for the girl and she immediately hugged you, while crying her eyes out.
"Thank you so much! He had been following me for blocks, I tried to tell him off but he wouldn't listen, my phone died too and I couldn't call anyone." her shoulders shook violently, you cooed at her and tried to calm her, even started patting her hair, Iwaizumi left you for a second, but not before asking if you two were fine, and returned in a second with water so she would calm down.
"It's okay, he's gone now. You did good to keep your cool, you did really well." You reassured her for a while until you made sure she was okay. "Where do you live? We can give you a ride if you're too scared to go alone." You suggested and the girl nodded her head, still not letting go of your head. You looked at Iwaizumi too see if it was fine and he gave you a soft smile.
"Come on let's get you home." Iwaizumi led you two to his car, you sat in the backseat with the girl, who still looked shaken, not letting go of her hand."
"Here take these," you gave her your pepper spray you had with you all of the time, "it's not much but it can make you feel a bit more safe. And here's my number, "you gave her a piece of paper you had scribbled on earlier, "call me if you're ever alone and are afraid to walk alone, I will do my best to help you okay?"
"Thank you so much! How can I repay you?" She looked at you with awe.
"You have nothing to repay me for, I did something anyone would do." You gave her a soft smile but she shook her head.
"Please I insist!" She stood her ground which made you chuckle.
"Well how about this? You can invite me to a drink? I feel we can be friends, we have at least one thing to talk about" you smiled as you beckoned her gaze to the keychain of your favourite band she had. She immediately beamed at you and nodded her head.
*
You watched her as she got into the building, Iwaizumi's hand tight around your waist. You turned to him about to say sorry that your plans your plans got delayed and that you couldn' just let her go alone but before you could even stutter out a word he bought you in closer by your waist and smashed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss that had you breathless in a second.
"I'm really proud of you you know that right?" He asked after he felt satisfied of the kiss. You had no idea how could he act so calm when you barely kept your shit together. It was your first kiss together! "I think I fell for you all over again." He teased but his eyes were clearly saying that he was genuine. You beamed at him.
"Didn't take you as the cheezy kind babe, but I appreciate your words." You leaned in and kissed him softly. "Come on let's go to my place now, I really want to take this dress off and I definetly wouldn't mind some cuddles." You bumped you hip against him, he rolled his eyes but still went and opened your door for you.
"Okay spoiled girl," he chuckled, proud grin never once leaving his face.
Matsukawa Issei
Both of you were in the train heading for the cinemas to see a movie you've been dying to see. Everyone who had seen it was talking about how great and amazing it was and you were dying with excitement. You were also excited you could hang out with Matsun, college had been shit for both of you and you barely had time to spend time with each other. It was a perfect chance to go out like a normal couple. All you did when you saw each other was cuddle or nap or maybe both. And as much as you loved doing absolutely nothing with him, you loved doing various stuff with him more. He just was just so full of adventures and exciement, also effortlessly funny, he never failed to make you laugh or just feel good. And, weirdly, despite being a chaos incarnate, his presense always calmed you down and soothed you, that's what you loved the most about him.
Even now you felt really content, leaning against him against the wall in the subway while he had his arms around you and occasionally left kisses on your temple. It didn't even bother you that the train was overcrowded and there was barely any room to breathe.
The train stopped at the station and thankfully many people left the train, honestly it was actually getting hard to breathe. But in the slightly less crowded train you saw the sight that made your blood boil instantly. Some kind of pervert was standing behind the girl and "discreetly" was taking pictures of her undewrear underneath her skirt, she looked so uncomfortable with him breathing down her neck too despite there being more room now, what made you angrier tho was that noone was doing anything to stop it!
Knowing you had to act you took out your phone and left's Issei's embrace leaving him puzzled. You turned on the camera and started filming the pervert. You coughed and started talking as loud as you could to gather as much attention as possible "here ladies and gentlemen we have a sick pervert! Let's all just check him out carefully!" You started your speech carefully and made sure his face was in the shot and it was apparent what he was doing, you even zoomed on his camera, he locked his phone but he was too late you had already filmed what he was doing. "Excuse me sir what did lead you to be this disgusting and to take pictures of girls without their concent? Looking at this girl she doesn't even seem to know you, look at poor girl's face." The man tried to reach for your phone but you quickly dodged him. " Don't even try sir, even if you got my phone the whole train just head how much of a sick pervert you are. Don't want to add any more charges to your case do we?" You fakely cooed at him, looking at the sick bastard with hatered. He looked seething mad but didn't know how to act. While he looked confused on what to do you eyed your boyfriend and motioned him at his phone. Matsun got your point and took his phone, the man tried to fight it but quickly gave up once he realized he was no match for your boyfriend. Even if he tried anything the whole train looked at him with so much disgust he wouldn't dare to do anything. You turned to the girl, careful not to get her face in the shot. Matsun took your phone and aimed it at the culprit who was glued to the place not daring to even look up. "I'm sorry I made you senter of attention like this, are you okay?" You whispered at her while you carefully examined her.
"I'm fine. Gosh I didn't notice him doing anything!" The girl was barely holding in tears, you carefully patted her arm to calm her down even a little. "Don't worry we will drag his ass to the police and make sure he deletes all the pictures he took. Who knows how many did he take." She looked at you with grateful eyes. "Thank you." You smiled. Few of the other passengers also praised you which made you smile. Matsun also looked at you with pleased expression and winked at you a few times to ease you up.
Once the train stopped you two dragged the bastard and showed him to the first authority figure you saw and told him that went down in the train and even showed him the video.
The perverted guy had also been noticed doing other shady stuff so police assured you his sentence wouldn't be easy and let you leave.
You two headed to the cinemas then and, thankfully, the movie hadn't started yet! You even had few minutes to spare.
"Yay we made it in time!" You couldn't help but cheer. Matsun smiled at you and kissed your cheek obnoxiouslty loud making you whine.
"Who knew you were such a badass." He mused as he wrapped his hands around you now leaning in to kiss your lips.
"Oh come on!" You rolled your eyes but he didn't stop.
"I think I fell for you all over again!" He exclaimed dramatically and watching your unamused expression, he decided to tease even more. "I'm telling you I almost got a boner!" The last comment made you snap your head at him, trying to shush him. Few curios heads even turned in your direction, making you want to hide in embarrasment.
"Issei!" You hissed at him, but he only chuckled and ruffled your hair, causing to whine yet again.
"Okay okay, I'll stop. But you really were a badass out there, so hot!" He smiled at you and took your hand in his. You smiled at him and kissed his cheek, feeling content to be in his arms.
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— FOOTNOTE
relationship: iwaizumi hajime x gn! reader
includes: friends to lovers, unrequited love, angst (?), a little bit ooc for iwaizumi
like you always do, you wait for him at the bus stop, ignoring the sound of water hitting the shelter you’re sitting under. looking away from your phone, you check to make sure that it’s definitely raining.
hey i’m so sorry i’m running late
i’ll be there in 10mins?
you let out a sigh as you realize you’ll have to walk out in this weather, before you respond.
yeah sure it’s alright
i brought my umbrella too so
so glad to have a friend like you, thanks 👍
you consider getting up and going without him. you’re running late and you’ll be soaking by the time you make it. but you don’t. you don’t ever get up.
because you’d always wait for him. even if you know your feelings aren’t returned, you’d wait. you’d wait for him as long as it took. even if it’s raining.
“you told me that patience won’t change how you felt.”
you don’t mind sharing an umbrella. iwaizumi offers to hold over both of you, and tells you to move closer to him.
“aren’t you gonna be cold?” he asks.
“so i’ll stop being pretentious and loathing our friendship.”
from afar, you two look like a couple. his arm is around you, pulling you close enough that you can hear strangers who you nod at as you walk by whispering “aren’t they sweet?” when they think you’re out of earshot.
“let’s hope the weather is nicer than this in California,” you smile, he perks up when you mention his scholarship.
“then who’s gonna walk with you everyday?”
“i’m sure i’ll find someone,” you poke at him.
“you’d probably get lost by yourself”
“should’ve let you drown in the rain.” you laugh.
“so i’ll just take a footnote in your life.”
the truth is that you don’t want him to leave. you don’t want him to leave behind his life, the one that he shared so much of with you. you don’t want to drift apart from each other.
“we ate at a restaurant, the host said we’re cute.”
“thank you, we’re not together though.” he laughs, you don’t know if you should smile or look away from him.
“we are both good looking, though, are we not?” you wait until you’re both alone to make that joke.
he makes a face at you before he chuckles, “in your dreams, you wish.”
“we shared the moscato and laughed cause it’s true, for me.”
you’d dropped him off at the airport yesterday.
iwaizumi is the type to comfort you by taking your hand or patting you on the back. he prefers to show his affection by doing little things; he offers to carry your bags for you, he listens when you’re upset and won’t admit it, or like when he held that umbrella you shared.
hugs from iwaizumi are rare. but when it’s the last call and he’s supposed to be boarding the plane in a few minutes, your friend doesn’t know what else to do but to pull you in.
“i swear i’ll call you everyday,” he mutters as he notices you’re crying.
“you taught me a lesson, that feelings are reckless.”
and so you find yourself the day after walking alone for the first time, trying not to step into a puddle. you hadn’t realized how quick the autumn season was passing by until now. you notice how cold the wind has become while pondering about your best friend who’d just left. you stop in your tracks after you see a message from iwaizumi.
just landed. gotta unpack now 😭
maybe you’re glad you never acted on your feelings for him. that you’re not holding him back if you had confessed. you’re glad you were even able to be a part of his life, even if he’ll just remember you as “someone he used to know back home.”
“but a footnote will do. (please don’t forget me.)”
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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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Iwaizumi Tells You How Much He Loves You ♡
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ok, ok, I'm back. I don't find that mbti type relevant enough and I despise tags, maybe because I have multiple personalities 🤣 instead, I will give you a quick description. Oh, and I choose Haikyuu as the fandom.
Adult girl, short, brunette, skinny with a big ass👀 I am very understanding and kind until someone really steps on my nerves. I have quite enough patience, however I multitask a lot and freak out when some things don't go according to plan.
I'm bi, if it matters, dom with women but totally sub with men (tbh, just my bf, but you get the point).
As of interests, I am a writer (started off with porn, but now I write mostly angst). I am also a photographer. I like to read, swim, watch series and well.. write. I do that way too much, never enough.
I like all animals besides birds 🙃 but my favourites are dogs and horses. I tolerate spicy food, but don't expect me not to cry while eating it. Oh, and speaking of crying, I cry SO EASILY when something touches me (be it a positive or a negative thing.)
If there's anything you need to ask, go ahead and dm me 😌
Fandom: Haikyuu
Format: Headcanons
Warnings: Nsfw content cuz you're VIP
Word Count: 0.K
A/n: tysm bestie :D Here you go
I match you with...
Hajime Iwaizumi!
Ok tbh I always imagine Iwaizumi every time you talk about your boyfriend lol idkw
Oof I see a relationship between two understanding people. Iwaizumi has a HIGH common sense, and he has a high tolerance too, despite what people think of him.
:readmore:
He's not one to freak out (thankfully lol) so he would be there to calm you down by talking to you or helping you with your tasks. In the end you feel relieved cause the results are far better than expected, due to the help of your supportive boyfriend.
Lmao you a sub with men? That's nice cause I definitely see him as a top and let me tell you, he's a pro in bed🚶🏻♀️takes care of you like no one has ever had, and might be a little mean but it's just a teeny tiny bit and ngl it turns you on but you didn't hear this from me lol🚶🏻♀️
YEAH so overalls, a really fine man in bed :D I see him as the type of guy who would want to make his s/o faint from pleasure. He loves the expression you make when he drives you crazy with his cock so I contact is a must for him, which is why I think missionary is his fav position cause he gets to hit that sweet spot inside you and watch you roll your eyes back as you moan his name.
Did I mention that he's supportive? Like, A LOT. Would encourage you to do anything you want to as long as it's not harmful lmao. If it's kinda dangerous and you still insist on doing it then he's coming along, you cannot stop him.
MAN HAS THE MANLIEST VOICE EVER. Imagine him reading one of your favorite books before going to bed. He would have your head on his chest, holding the book with one hand and caressing your cheeks with the other one. If you're in for it then his hand might go to other places too🚶🏻♀️But it's rare cuz he just loves how you stick it to him and he gets to watch you drift to dreamland. He will slowly plant a kiss on your forehead, adoring how pretty you look when you're asleep.
He would always how his arm on your waist when you're out in public cuz mf is POSESSIVE as hell but is really good at hiding it. If anyone dares to flirt with you, he will give them a death stare and also a peace of his mind if they don't stop.
Treats his s/o like a princess. Anyone will forget about their problems once theyre out with him, and you are no exception. Would hold you and comfort you when your crying and will remain quiet, if you need him to be.
So yeah he's a gentle man, so you better not lose him🚶🏻♀️
Tysm for participating biscuit, and I hope you like this! :D
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At five you knew that you wanted a garden. A big garden that had all kinds of vegetables, fruit, and flowers. your grandfather would sit behind you as you plotted out your own garden, spinning tales of him and your grandmother planting their own.
Your grandfather's garden was one of the most magical places in the world. You remember him leading you through the wall of berry bushes, eating the different types of berries as he dutifully explained the care he put onto each bush.
Even as he got older he would still walk with you as you inspected the zucchini, tomatoes, grapes, and strawberries. Picking the rippest and bringing back your bounties to your mother and grandmother.
You would sit with wide eyes trying to take in everything as the adults canned the berries, grapes, and fruits. Watching as they made jam with the leftovers.
Your small little family could often be found behind a farmers market stall on Sundays. A small tired child leaning, with half lidded eyes, into their mothers side.
As your grandparents got older, the garden grew with them. With your grandfather sick, he was unable to take care of the garden. it grew over, it grew until the berry wall was reaching over into the grape trellises. The grape vines reach for safety on the garden wall, blocking the pathway from any wandering children.
Your grandfather passed away when you were ten. The night you found out you ran sobbing into his study. You shoved yourself into the space between the wall and the desk, your spot. You shook with sobs. He left. Why would he leave you?
Grandmother passed away soon after. She was inconsolable after her husband’s death, she was relieved when she fell ill. She was going to be happy with your grandfather. Just happy away from you.
Your mother sold the house. When you were thirteen. She let you keep anything you took. You ended up taking all of his books and his desk. For years the books were in boxes shoved in your closet, holding too many painful memories to open. From your closest in your childhood home they went into a storage complex, as you moved to college.
They only made a reappearance recently, when your fiancé when’s to grab some old paintings to decorate your new home. It was raining outside when you opened the box.
You felt your fiancé behind you as you peeled back the tape.
“Haji, I’m nervous. I haven’t looked at these books and papers since he died.”
“It's alright baby, I’ll be right behind you. You can take a break at any time, no one’s going to judge you” Iwaizumi reassured.
You bit your lip, eyes already welling up with tears as you opened the first book.
You and Iwaizumi had stayed up well into the morning going through every single book and paper in those boxes. The boxes were full of poem books, herbology books, and sketch books. But most sentimental to you were plans of a garden that you had made with your grandfather.
His writing was delicate behind your bold toddler strokes, explaining which plants to plant. Perhaps even better than that were sketches of trellises, benches, flower beds, and landscaping, all meant to surround that initial garden.
You fell asleep in Iwaizumi’s arms with tears staining your cheeks.
You and Hajime got married the next week. As he pulled you away from the crowd he whispered plans into your ear. Plans for a garden to be made. Just the two of you, working together to make the garden of your dreams.
**Time Skip**
Laughter filled your ears as you held a newborn in your arms. You look up to see Iwaizumi lifting your three year old high in the air, her face stained by raspberries, smiling big, and giggling. Her father looked at her like she was his world.
Your toddlers giggling gets louder as he spins around, coming to rest next to you. He sits down next to you, letting your toddler go to waddle over to the flowers. He kisses your cheek, wrapping his arms around your waist.
You love your garden built by hand over the course of three years. Hopefully one day your family will get bigger. But for now you're happy.
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— starcrossed
you’ve been staring at iwaizumi for far too long now.
it’s not fair, you think - hardly sullen at all, that each feature of iwaizumi’s demands your attention.
soft slivers of sunbeams highlight iwaizumi’s every curve and plain and your gaze flits like a hummingbird, spoilt for choice. you start with the edge of his jaw where you had tucked yourself in before falling asleep, position comfortable and familiar. made just for you.
the slant of his eyebrows are sharp, thick to frame his every expression. they lead down to a nose that had pressed into your cheek when you awoke, a silent though greatly appreciated good morning.
hair remains splayed out behind him on the pillow, stray strands sticking to his face in a way that makes you ache to push them gently aside, wishing your hands could take their place in framing him. you resist how your fingers itch to reach out and trace his lovely features.
“creep.” the mumbled word cuts through the morning air, skewing your admiration’s programme as your eyes drop accusingly to iwaizumi’s lips. “i can feel you staring at me.”
you don’t bother to roll your eyes or huff a lie as you would’ve before. before you’d grown entirely comfortable with iwaizumi, before you understood patience and care, before you’d convinced him he was just as pretty as you thought.
instead, you let your fingers reach out to smoothen the old tshirt iwaizumi dons as pyjamas, fixing the sleeve that had folded in on itself during the night.
your featherlight touches continue, raising goosebumps as you trail down iwaizumi’s arm, defined bicep to forearm. the pattern doesn’t stop until you reach his hand, tracing delicate indents as your spare comes up to cradle it closer.
“what are you doing?” iwaizumi’s eyes peek open, content in his choice that his first sight of the day was you.
“you have a long love line,” you murmur, fingertips grazing the path along his palm and you don’t miss the way his gaze immediately drops in an attempt to look at your own, hoping for a match.
“and?” hajime prompts, asking for you to indulge him once more, “what does that mean?”
you look up at hajime, catching features old and new. your heart thunders in your chest, too loud for such a gentle morning, and it makes your smile lopsided and dazed, “it means i’ll love you forever.”
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21; COMFORT
“i hate this,” iwaizumi heaved, falling onto his back again, “i hate this so much”
he closed his eyes, taking a couple deep breaths before turning his face to you. “guess that pre-chemo medicine didn’t work,” you could tell he was trying to joke and lighten the atmosphere somehow.
you couldn’t really blame him, not after you had just seen him puke his guts out again.
you cracked a short smile to show him that you appreciated his efforts. “seems so,” you answered.
“hold on,” you muttered afterwards, reaching for the box of tissues next to you, taking a couple of them out and handing them over to him. “here, take this”
“thanks” he accepted the tissues without any protest, wiping them over his mouth before tossing them into the bin at his side. “gross,” he whispered to himself, scrunching his nose in disgust.
you softly stroked over his arm, trying to comfort him. “it’s alright,” you said, reaching into your bag as you told him to sit up. you pulled out a bottle, unscrewing it before you held it in front of - the by now sitting - iwaizumi. “drink something,” you urged.
he gave you a weak smile as he reached for the plastic bottle in your hand, bringing it to his lips and taking a couple sips.
after you put the water back into your bag, you turned to iwaizumi again. he looked out of the window, lost in thought. “do you want a snack? i got some fruit, nuts or gummies, if you’d like,” you offered. “they’re not very harsh in your stomach”
however, the young man only shook
his head. “can we just lie down again?” he asked, eyes darting between you and the pillow, “i don’t want to do anything else really”
“of course” you didn’t hesitate, immediately lying down beside him. iwaizumi raised his torso a little, putting his head on your body.
“you comfortable?” you asked him, a sheepish grin on your face, to which he hummed in agreement. “good”
the two of you rested there without speaking a single word. occasionally iwaizumi’s breathing got deeper with his fists clenching for some time before he relaxed. you didn’t comment, yet still mentally preparing yourself to jump up and get him whatever he needed.
your fingers danced over iwaizumi’s bare arms, drawing over the black lines on his skin.
“i don’t think i ever told you that i love your tattoos” you thought out loud, eyes scanning his arm, “or did i?”
“don’t think so”
“well, they’re amazing,” you stated, eyes still fixed on the ink embedded in his skin with your fingers tapping on it. “they make you look all dark and mysterious,” you teased.
you could practically hear him grin as he raised his head, trying to see your face. “and that’s your type, huh?”
you shrugged. “well, i am here with you,” you said. you paused for a moment after, eyes darting to see a confident smile etched on iwaizumi’s lips. “but turns out you’re not so dark after all”
suddenly he raised his eyebrows and looked at you questioningly, almost offended, but waited for you to continue. “you’re a softie,” you finished with your lips stretched into a wide grin.
“don’t look at me like that, you are”
he rolled his eyes, sinking back down and resting his head in your body again. “please,” he huffed, “softie”
“admit it,” you demanded with a playful voice.
he smacked his dry lips. “no”
“do it”
instead of replying, iwaizumi only yawned, shaking his head slightly.
“come on,” you continued, tapping your fingers on his inked skin. “you do know that i’ll keep annoying you, right?”
“over my dead body,” he shot back instantly with a serious voice.
the seriousness didn’t last long however, just after a short moment the two of you started laughing together.
soon you laid there in silence again, both lost in thought, when iwaizumi grabbed your hand, diverting your attention to him once more.
“thank you for being here with me,” he whispered, almost like he was afraid of what he was saying. he didn’t look at you, instead his eyes laid on your hand as he played with your fingers. “i hope you understand that this means a heck of a lot to me”
“hajime—“
he shook his head, cutting you off effectively. “i really don’t have the energy to argue with you right now,” the young man stated, finally turning his head to look at you. “do you really want to fight over this”
you sighed. “you’re insufferable”
“i can’t lose my spark now, can i?”
evanescent
/ɛvəˈnɛs(ə)nt,iːvəˈnɛs(ə)nt/ — “soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing.”
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You like to call your boyfriend cute when you talk about him to your coworkers, saying things like: “He’s so cute, he cooks for me all the time!” or “My boyfriend just bought me this flower bouquet for our date! Isn’t he the cutest?” and it planted an image into your coworkers mind of your boyfriend being this soft looking guy. So they definitely didn’t expect a tall muscular guy with a face that literally embodies “if looks could kill” to walk into the building claiming to be your boyfriend and that you had asked him to pick you up. But it did help a little when you run into his arms telling how much you miss him and for a moment, they catch his hard face turned soft. Ok maybe he was a little cute.
-Sakusa, Ushijima, Kageyama, Iwaizumi, Tsukishima.
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"you have really long eyelashes"
it catches him off guard. you guys are just laying in your bed scrolling on your own phones. he didn't even feel you staring at him. how long have you been looking?
"thanks?" he replies
"no i mean seriously like drop the lash serum." you joke at him as you continue to observe him.
they're long and thick. the kind of lashes that have a natural curl, unlike yours, that fall straight down and take several minutes to curl to your perfect liking. not to mention the layers of mascara you apply to get them to even remotely look like his.
he turns his head to you and you don't miss his dilated pupils as his eyes bore into yours. you take note of how the lashes perfectly frame his eyes. and you're so jealous.
but then an idea pops into your head, you smile to yourself and he senses it coming.
"can i-"
"no" he cuts you off.
"babe please you don't even know what i was about to say!" you grab onto his shoulder as you plead.
"whatever it is im sure it's going to be bad." he retorts, turning his face away from you and going back on his phone.
"i'll buy you you're favorite food."
and that's how you end up here on his lap with your mascara in your hand. his hair is pushed back as his hands rest on your hips, drawing small circles as he awaits your actions.
you open the bottle with the black liquid and bring the wand close to his eyes. "don't move" you whisper and he listens. mainly because he's scared that you're going to poke his eye out as you bring the wand to the base of his eyelashes and wiggle it slowly before moving it up to coat the length of the lashes. some of the mascara gets on his eyelids. you repeat the actions on the other eye before going back and doing a second coat. you can tell that he might be slightly nervous that you're going to blind him with the way he holds his breath and the grip he has on your hips get ever so slightly tighter.
you move yourself off his lap and he goes to grab his phone so he can see what he looks like.
"wait no not yet, i'm still not done" you say as you go and grab ur q-tips and micellar water.
"still?"
"yes still, i need to clean up the mascara on your eyelids," you say as you place yourself back on his lap. you open the bottle of micellar water and carefully put the clear liquid on the q-tip. you bring the white stick of cotton to his eyes and you tell him to close them. he feels the wet cotton and it's a weird feeling. you watch the q-tip turn darker the more mascara you wipe off.
"okay i'm done!" you say and he opens his eyes and you don't think he's ever looked more majestic. his already long lashes looking even longer and bolder now that he has the mascara to bring them out. you notice that the color of his eyes pop more. "you look so pretty" you smile as lean in to pepper kisses along his face. his cheeks feel warm and he can already tell that they're probably red.
he reaches over to his phone and opens the camera app and switches the camera so he can see himself. and he immediatly notices the stark difference in his eyes with the mascara. he brings his fingers to his lashes to touch them. it feels weird and his eyes kind of feel weighed down. but he has no regrets when he sees you smiling at him so fondly.
"they look nice." he smiles at you, dropping his phone to the side.
"i know right, ugh im so jealous i wish i had your lashes. all my problems would be solved." you say, thinking about the long and excruciating lash routine you perform every morning.
"all of them?"
"yes, all of them."
he chuckles at your words. "alright, but can you take it off now, it feels weird." he says, hands coming to touch his lashes again. you pout as you grab the micellar water you put away and a cotton pad and remove the mascara from his eyelashes, being gentle so that he doesn't lose a few. he appreciates the action. and maybe he would let you put more than just mascara on his face another day.
KAGEYAMA (has the best lashes argue with the wall), suna, tsukishima (genuinely terrified that you're going to make him go blind), OSAMU, kuroo, MATSUKAWA MY LOVE, iwaizumi, OIKAWA (he would eat that shit up), akaashi, kenma, +ur fav.
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