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#iwaizumi x male reader
volttrashz · 3 months
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I saw you do haikyuu, and i feel like nobody really does it anymore
Can you maybe do Hajime Iwaizumi x Dads Best friend! Male reader?
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-i agree. I don't do haikyuu unless it's requested.
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ʜᴀᴊɪᴍᴇ ɪᴡᴀɪᴢᴜᴍɪ x ᴅʙꜰ! ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
cw:ᴍᴅɴɪ. ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ(ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ 40ꜱ, ɪᴡᴀɪᴢᴜᴍɪ ɪɴ 20ꜱ) ꜱɪᴢᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ. ᴏᴠᴇʀꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ.
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"M-mff-S-slow down, please slow; my dad could."
"Shh, he ain't coming' anytime soon, sweetheart, I promise. Just let me fuck you stupid,  yea?"You whisper huskily in his ear. A smirk is adorning your face.
He was about to respond in protest, but another thrust of yours quickly had him mewling into the sheets. Sobs were escaping his cute, plump, drool-ridden lips as you continued to hit and pound him into his childhood bed.
You loved how small he was compared to you. Your large hands enveloped either side of his waist as you pulled him back into you.
From the way his volume is increasing, he seems to not care anymore if you both get caught. Not when your cock is practically spitting him in half!
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spooky-bunnys · 4 months
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Since we hit 900 followers, I decided to write a special prompt for you guys! Hope you guys like it!
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(Name) frowned as he quickened his jog to a run. He'd forgotten to get his dad to sign off for him. So he had to be quicker if he wanted to go with his club to their practice match. He adjusted his mating collar. Trying to be quiet since he knows, a certain someone was following him.
As he finally saw the Karasuno gym he sped up. Only to trip going into the door way. Which not only interupted the practice happening, but also drew all attention to him. Curse his clumsiness!
(Name) quickly picked himself off the gym floor. As he brushed off his manager track suit he looked around for his dad. Not noticing multiple Karasuno players making their way over. The first aproach looked to be the captain. An Alpha if they were going by scent.
"Um excuse me. Can I help you?" (Name) quickly bowed and tried to answer. Only to stutter and make almost no sense. "A-Ah! I-I'm looking f-for my D-DAD!" (Name) watched as the surrounding males jump as he spoke. He wanted to throw his head through a wall. Curse his shyness!
(Name) covered his face an groaned quietly. The others chuckled at the site. Loving how the shy Omega reacted. Many cooed at him. Enjoying his reactions and scent. Not noticing his uniform or how uncomfortable he was becoming.
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Coach Ukai sighed as he finished his cigarette. He was so ready to go home. Enjoy the food cooked by his lovely son, and maybe cuddle said son while watching some sports. Lord knows the last time they were able to relax together. Both have been extremely busy recently.
He's been busy with the store and coaching. (Name)'s been busy with school, managing volleyball, and his two mates. Ukai rubbed his temples. Yeah mates. His son has two. Both were ace's and fiercely protective of him.
Well now that he thought about it. He didn't blame them for being as protective as they are. His son is the most clumsy and shy person he's ever known. Which was odd considering his family is everything but shy. Well they've also never had an Omega born into their family before (Name).
So this was new for everyone. If he also added the amount of fans/admires (Name) has. He shivered. His son has been through so much to get to where he is. He couldn't be more proud either. Although he wishes (Name) would've gone to Karasuno where he could keep an eye on him. Though considering (Name) goes to his Dame's old school. He wasn't too upset.
As he made his way back towards the gym, he picked up a very familiar scent. (Scent). (Name). Ukai practically ran towards the gym. The scene he arrived in was one that made his blood boil. He sprinted towards the crowd and started punching the tops of their heads. "Oi! How dare you corner my son!?"
The crowd of groaning student didn't answer him. He pushed them away and stood in front of the trembling Omega. "You guys ought to be ashamed of yourselves! Can't you tell he's uncomfortable!" (Name) shuffled behind his dad and gripped the back of his jacket. Hiding from the others and wanting the comfort of his father.
Ukai immediately turned and started lightly scenting his son. Hoping to calm him down. (Name) slowly calmed and burried his head in his dads chest. Not wanting to see the others. Ukai heavily glared at them over his shoulder. "Laps. NOW!" The player quickly started doing laps around the gym. Not wanting to anger their coach more.
(Name) lightly tugged on his dads coat. Finally getting his dads attention. "U-Um. You need to um, s-sign me off f-for tomorrow." Ukai sighed and ruffled (Name)'s hair. "You could've waited for tonight instead of rushing over here." (Name) opened his mouth to answer but was interupted when the gym doors swung open. Revealing a the person (Name) had been avoiding.
Oikawa Tooru. (Name)'s biggest admirer. (Name) gulp and glung to his dad. Trying to hide himself. But considering they're wearing almost matching track suits it was hard to miss him. Oikawa skipped over to the two with a bright smile. "(Name)-chan~ why'd you run off without me?" He fake pouted.
Ukai tensed when he felt how much his son was trembling. So this was the Alpha giving his son so much trouble. "O-Oikawa-senpai!" Oikawa frowned and leaned towards (Name), ignoring the glare sent to him by the elder Alpha. "Haa! How many times do I have to tell you to call me Tooru?"
(Name) flinched and tried hiding more into his dad. Oikawa scoffed and turned towards the older Alpha. "Hello sir! You must be (Name)-chan's dad!" The glare was ignored as he smiled brightly. "I'm very interested in your son. May I court him?" The aura surrounding the trio darkened.
Scaring (Name) who quickly pulled out his phone. Texting the first contact he could get to. After the message was sent, (Name)'s phone was snatched from him. Startling him greatly. Oikawa was once again frowning and bent to (Name)'s height. (Name) looked away. Avoiding the stare from his upperclassman. Hoping the male won't come closer. He was wrong.
Oikawa stepped forward, which made (Name) stumble and land on the floor. By now everyone was watching them. (Name) had started crying and trembling more. "O-Oikawa-senpai. Y-You know I-I'm MATED!" (Name) felt his soul leaving his body at the scoff he received.
He hoped one of his Alpha's will save him soon. If not who knows what will happen at this rate! Oikawa rolle his eyes. "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. But why those two buff idiots, when you can have me~", sparkles surrounded Oikawa. (Name) whimpered as Oikawa squated in front of him. Ukai having enough stood in front of Oikawa.
He glared daggers at the brunette. "Oi", Ukai growled the word. "(Name) is mated to two of the strongest Alpha's. If you keep bothering him. Its not gonna be pretty. Because not only will you have to deal with all of Karasuno", Ukai spread his arms out. Oikawa looked around. Noticing the glares and growls being sent his way.
"But you'll deal with us too Shittykawa!" Entering the gym was none other then (Name)'s two mates. Iwaizumi Hajime and Ushijima Wakatoshi. (Name) tripped over himself multiple times getting up. Trying to get to his mates arms. Where he felt the safest. Once close enough (Name) was snatched by both Alpha's.
Oikawa slightly flinched at the looks sent his way by the two in the doorway. "We've told you time and time again. To leave our Omega alone. But you never fucking listen." Iwaizumi handed (Name) to Ushijima who held him close. As he made his way over, Ushijima turned (Name) away from the scene. Scenting the hysterical Omega.
Once Iwaizumi stopped he released his pheromones. Which brought Oikawa to his knees almost completely. "This is my last warning Tooru. Leave our Omega alone. Or I'll have to explain to your mother, sister, and nephew on why you won't be coming home ever again." Oikawa wanted to scoff but decided against it. Not wanting to make matters worse.
Ukai stepped forward and gripped Iwaizumi's shoulder. "Oi hedgehog. You're pheromones are everywhere. Reel them in will you. You're gonna send (Name) into a drop." Iwaizumi quickly turned to where his Omega and brother Alpha was. (Name) was slightly pale and clinging to Ushijima. Overwhelmed.
Iwaizumi sent one more glare to his ex-childhood friend, before making his way back over. Once he was close enough and lightly grabbed (Name). Scenting him carefully. Not wanting to send him into a drop. While the trio was scenting one another. Ukai started down at the panting Oikawa. Disgusted. "If you even get near my son again. So fucking help me."
Oikawa scoffed. "I'm the team captain of his volleyball team." Ukai growled before turning to the trio. "Oi! Lovers!" The Alpha's heads snapped over. Listening while (Name) was practically asleep. "Starting next week (Name) will be going to Karasuno. So you either switch schools, or be prepared to spend less time together."
Iwaizumi smirked. "I'll gladly follow (Name) to Karasuno. Although we had been discussing going to Shiratorizawa." Ukai quickly shook his head. "Hell no! I barely see him enough as it is." Ushijima frowned and looked away. "Maybe I can move closer to Karasuno instead of moving schools."
Ukai shook his head at the trio. Then smirked at the glowering Oikawa. "Now someone get this garbage out of my gym!" Kageyama and Tanaka made their way over. Wide smirks across their faces. "Our pleasure coach!"
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wonderoustime · 8 months
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iwaizumi hajime is lowkey the type of boyfriend to dive headfirst with you into anything you express any amount of interest in. you gush to him about your new favorite singer? you're both doing a deep dive into their discography on your next day off. make an offhand remark about wanting to try scuba diving? he's getting you both scuba certified and booking your next vacation on the seaside to try it out. get into a new piece of media? you're both up until 2am, reading countless silly fan theories. want to try your hand at putting on makeup on another person? he's your personal canvas, babe, go ham!
he won't hesitate to do anything... anything to make you happy, even for a second.
hajime is just... the most boyfriend ever
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lumiinix · 1 year
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Warning(s): mention of unwanted flirting, suggestive??
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You’re getting hit on by this stranger in a bar and although he doesn’t like it one bit, he doesn’t want to seen as overprotective or possessive, he also know you can handle this on your own as well. But his snapping point is when they gave you a paper with their number on it, he’ll to immediately snatch it and crumble it in his hand.
“Sorry, but they’re mine.” He sternly said to the person who had been blatantly flirting with you just moments earlier. In an instant, he wrapped his hand around your waist and drew you close to his body, pressing you against him. If that person knew you were his, this wouldn't even be happening, so he promised to himself that when the night comes, he'll make sure everyone knows who you belong to.
-IWAIZUMI HAJIME, 27, ATHLETIC TRAINER. Hinata, ATSUMU, Kuroo, Bokuto, Suna.
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REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!
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zmbiesuga · 1 year
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MY FAV HQ BOYS BEING . . . in love w/ you !
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various hq boys x m!reader (includes sugawara, iwaizumi, sakusa, bokuto & ushijima), established relationship, reader uses he/him pronouns, post-timeskip implications
warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, the hq boys being absolutely head-over-heels for you, use of pet names, reader gets called 'handsome' (sakusa), reader gets called 'pretty boy' (sugawara), a tad suggestive in iwa's but nothing too serious, reader gets his nails painted & called gorgeous (bokuto)
notes: thinkin' about the boys being so deep in love with someone it makes them sick to even be that head-over-heels, sighs
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SUGAWARA who can't help but stare at your sleeping figure, admiring the way the light of passing cars illuminates your face. gently, he traces the side of your face with his pointer finger. god, he can't believe he got so lucky. you're the prettiest boy he's ever laid his eyes on, and even better, you're his pretty boy. he sighs contently one more time, pulling you closer to his chest before drifting off to sleep himself.
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IWAIZUMI who presses open mouth kisses on your collarbone, sloppily moving his way up your neck in the heat of the moment. hushed "i love you's" falling from his lips as you grip his hair. he makes his way to your jawline, when he pulls back to admire your face. your flush expression and red lips from the intense makout session from only moments before. he smiles to himself, the thought alone that you're all his makes his chest tighten with adoration, before he continues his attack, littering kisses on the rest of your face.
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SAKUSA who's normally not too adamant on being less than at least a foot away from someone, being held tightly in your arms as you two watch some random sitcom on t.v. the show soon becomes a blur to kiyoomi as he turns his attention to look upwards at you. god. before he can even think, a simple praise falls from his lips. "you're so handsome, (y/n)." he states, before turning his attention back to whatever was playing on the t.v. he smirks as you're left speechless by his sudden act of affection.
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BOKUTO who can't stop giggling as he puts the colorful polish on your fingers. he hasn't painted anyone's nails except his sisters when he was in middle school, and the fact that his oh-so-gorgeous boyfriend had even asked him to do it made him so elated. you'd orignally asked him to be careful, but decided to just let him be. he was having so much fun, you couldn't diminish that. even if most of the polish was ending up on your skin.
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USHIJIMA who is so clingy, you don't even recognize the person he is on the court. he always, always, always has to be touching you in some way. whether it be wrapping his large arms around you while you cook dinner, wrapping his arm around your shoulders on the couch while watching a movie or holding your hands tightly in his on just a casual stroll down the sidewalk. being able to touch you reminds him that you're real, and that you're his forever.
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satoruzlove · 1 year
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mornings with boyfriend hajime💗
in your shared apartment with lots of windows, you both find yourself off for the day and sleep in- or at least it was your intention to. you spent all of the prior night watching horror movies in bed, holding hands and eventually falling asleep on eachother. it was a blissful sleep , but hajime always found it that way when he slept with you. it was like your presence just served to release stress from his body, and he always felt like a new man when he woke.
this sun kissed morning was no different, as he rose with the sun to see your peaceful face against a pillow. a shirt, his shirt, had ridden up your thighs slightly and it only added to how sweet you looked. a calloused hand came up to brush some hair from your face, and your boyfriend couldn’t help but smile into the morning air at how perfect you could possibly be. the birds outside and the warm sunlight encasing you both gave him a true feeling of peace.
hajime wastes almost no time in putting on some proper pants and getting out of bed silently, cautious of your precious, sleeping form in the bed. he cleans up, never tiring of seeing your toothbrush in the same cup as his, your skincare next to his lotions and every other piece of proof that you were in his space- infesting and growing into every aspect of his life. the brunette thought he would start up breakfast, opening the curtains in the kitchen and relishing in the light once more before tying up an apron.
he did his best to be quiet as before, but of course the pots and pans had minds of their own. shortly, you stirred and groaned at the loss of your lover next to you. you stretched a bit, a sigh falling from your lips as you made your way to the source of noise, your very own dennis the menace, in your kitchen. you nearly passed a comment, but the sight before you was far too hypnotic.
hajime’s built, tanned back caught the sunlight perfectly. his freckled skin nearly glistened, muscles beneath it flexing as he moved his arms. his hair was absolutely ruffled, sticking up in different directions and almost seeming golden in the morning light that so graciously beamed through your windows. the plaid pants he wore hung lowly on his hips, holding him the same way you do as you sleep- and to say he looked perfect standing behind the stove was an atrocious understatement.
you snuck up behind him, careful to make no sound. you wound your arms around his waist, and as you placed a kiss on his spine he smiled into the pan. turning off the stove, his larger hands encased yours to place a firm kiss on your knuckles. those same hands make quick, easy work of picking you up, locking your legs around him as he held you up by your thighs. hajime took note of the softness of your lips, the sparkle in your eyes and god , your smile. your smile made it hard for him to breathe.
“morning, troublemaker,” he hums into your forehead, gifting you another kiss. you giggle, eyelashes tickling his chin as you hum back affectionately. he sets you down on the counter, the cold marble making you yelp but swiftly fading away as your boyfriend rubbed loving circles on your thighs with his thumb. his green eyes caught the sun, shining and making the inhuman blowing of his pupils obvious. “you could’ve stayed with me , in bed,haji.” you hum, your hands around his neck now as you rub the back of it- where a small tattoo of your birth flower resided.
he kisses your jaw, “i know, sweetheart,’m sorry. you know i can’t be still for that long, would’a woken you,” he mumbles, pressing many, many more kisses to your neck and jaw. truthfully. you could tell he was paying no attention to what you were saying. you hold his face in your hands, bumping his nose with yours, “hey,” he whispers, eyes searching yours. his hands caged your hips as he leaned against the counter, you could feel his body heat nearly creeping onto your own skin. everything about hajime was absolutely intoxicating.
“baby,” he breathes. it’s almost a sigh, nearing a whine and if you squinted- a dreamy whisper. you know what he wants, hajime is far too greedy in that regard. so you kiss him, lips meshing with his as his hands hold your hips as if he wanted to make hand prints into your skin.
mornings with you felt like the beginning of a fairytale to iwaizumi hajime.
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zen-the-dumb · 6 months
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Iwaizumi heacannons cause he’s hot.
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(Split into sections) (I apologize, this one is kinda all over the place and there is alot of variety for what i write on this one. Its some fluff, some angst, y’know.)
Bullied!reader
(Physical bullying)
Someone is getting their shit rocked-
No, but in all seriousness, he knows something is up after a while of seeing a few different signs. These signs being purely physical. He couldnt pick up on any of the mental signs. The signs he picked up on were bruises, you being late whenever you had to go through a certain area of the school to get to somewhere, and being anxious around a certain group of people.
Probably confronts you about it after a few times of seeing the same things over and over again.
During this confrontation, he gets worked up and mad. After you tell him who is bullying you and what’s happening, he takes action to prevent it.
If you’re okay with telling a counselor or teacher:
Iwaizumi will do the talking if you want him to, if not, he’ll just accompany you to be like emotional support.
If you are afraid to tell a counselor or teacher or believe it will bring you more harm:
In this situation, Iwaizumi will devise a plan to protect your from whomever it is hurting you.
This plan will be along the lines of accompanying you wherever and at whatever time it is that these people are bullying you.
If they try to bully you while he’s there, a fight will insue.
(Mental bullying)
**Tw!: mentions of suicide and suicidal thoughts**
He took note of changes in your behavior most likely. However, if you showed no big signs of being bullied, I don’t think he’d be empathetic enough to tell. If you aren't more down than normal, it probably takes a bit.
Once he realises, he is pissed (reasonably so).
He asks you why you wouldn't tell him earlier. He was concerned that you were so scared to tell him for whatever reason.
***TW!: THIS IS THE SUICIDE MENTION PART!***
If you went to the extent of attempting suicide, he stays with you while you heal from the suicide attempt before asking you who pushed you that far. When you tell him, he probably is quite tempted to go beat their ass.
If you had suicidal thoughts but didn't attempt before he got to you, he definitely was still pissed that you had even had the thought of ending your life. He wasn't mad at you for having them, but mad at whoever had tortured you so much that you had contemplated suicide.
**Suicide mention part over**
To help avoid you being tormented, he subtly starts being with you more. And if they torment you when he’s not there, he comforts you after you tell him about it.
If they torment you infront of him, he will rip into them with the insults.
Reader that stims ig? (Sorry, not sure what else to call this)
One day he notices your stimming and asks about it.
After you tell him its a type of physical comfort mechinism, he’s kinda confused for a second and you have to explain why it’s needed for you. (Whether that be sensory overload, social anxiety, overwhelming enviroment, etc.)
Once you explain this to him, he starts taking note sub-consciously of what situations you stim during.
Eventually, he probably memorizes what stims you use for certain things if you have certain stims for different situations.
Defends you if you ever get made fun of for your stimming.
Reader that is afraid of thunder
At first, whenever he sees how anxious you get when the thunderstorm starts, he thinks its kinda silly or you’re joking.
However, whenever he sees you hiding under the blankets or crying or anything like that, he immediately is all comfort.
Probably will cuddle you for comfort you if thats what you want.
Gives you his headphones and turns on music for you or something to distract you or block out the noise of the thunder.
This section is for a Trans male reader. Dysphoria comfort.
Whenever you’re feeling dysphoric, he will give you compliments on your masculine features to distract you from the not masculine features.
If you don't have a binder on at the time, he’ll give you his jacket or one of his shirts to help with dysphoria.
If it’s dysphoria over your legs or hips, he will lend you a hoodie or baggy pair of pants to help.
Will buy you food. No more context.
If anyone dares to misgender you on purpose or dead name you, there will be hell for them to pay.
*_Requests are open, check my blog or profile description for more details_*
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llightshower · 11 months
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“im right here.” ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
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m.list
pairing: aged up!iwaizumi x gn!reader (who’s scared of the ocean.)
summary: you n your bf, iwa, go out to the beach on an excruciatingly hot day so he goes in the water to cool of… but you wont.
wc: <600
warnings/ content: pet names (hon, babe, baby).
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iwa told you that you guys should have brought the umbrella, but you didn’t wanna carry it on the sand so now, here you are, on your beach towel at 12 in the afternoon with the sun directly hitting your face like a ball of pure fire.
“iwa you were right.”
“i fucking know,” he wiped sweat off his face as he set up his chair.
the two of you tried to sit in the sun, but it was just too much and you were starting to get a migraine.
“im going in the water baby,” iwa said, squinting his eyes to look down at you.
“noo, don’t leave, don’t let me suffer in the sun alone,” you pouted.
“so come with?” he responded so matter-of-factly.
you sighed, getting up. the two of you practically jumping over the hot sand until you were at the water. you stood where the ocean met the sand, iwa getting in.
“that’s it,” he looked at you confused, sure that you weren’t any less hot than before but you knew damn well you were not getting any closer into that water.
iwa walked back to you telling you to get in and that you would for sure pass out if you didn’t. you two would have gone home, but it’s not like it was any colder there.
“babe, just get in.”
“no, im fine really.”
he grabbed your hand, dragging you into the water, ignoring you telling him to let go. you stood in the water for 5 seconds before turning around to leave, but iwa softly grabbed your wrist not wanting you to leave.
“no iwa, i hate the water, it makes my hair messy.”
“so i’ll brush it?”
“well, it’s not good for my skin- the salt water.”
“that’s a lie.”
you rolled your eyes, annoyed that he was right once again, “fine iwa, im scared of the ocean.”
“what? why? you know im right here.”
you crossed your arms, “because the waves, and what if i just drift out? you know im not the best swimmer, and the fucking fish-“
he laughed a little, not making fun of you, the opposite. he laughed at why you thought he’d think it’s stupid, he truly didn’t care.
“im right here, i won’t let you drift away or anything, we don’t have to go that deep either,” he spoke very sincerely, “i promise.”
you tried to hide a little smile, but you couldn’t, you loved how caring iwa was.
“fine,” you rolled your eyes and he linked his arm with yours. he guided you through the water, softly, and constantly assuring you that you’re fine.
you stopped moving once your neck was in water while you were standing, “okay that’s it.”
iwa looked at you and smiled, “not so bad is it?”
you were still a bit anxious but he made you feel a bit better, you shook your head, however it was only a matter of time till you wanted to walk back and iwa didn’t mind.
as you two walked back to where you were sitting he said, “don’t try and lie to me, hon, i can always tell.”
you laughed, “the water really does make my hair messy!”
“mhmm.”
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bonez-and-gutz · 4 months
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deep | iwaizumi hajime x gn! reader
super short, not a request but a thing i wrote in 20 minutes as a bet with my friend :3
warnings: gn! reader, oral sex, blowjobs, face fucking
Iwaizumi Hajime never considered himself to be anything other than responsible, composed and in control. But right now, in this moment, he felt anything but. Back on the sheets, with sweat rolling down his naked chest, all of his restraint is taken from him. He can barely even open his eyes due to the intense pleasure that's emanating from their mouth. 
It’s been fifteen minutes. 
Fifteen minutes since Hajime came home from work, exhausted and angry. Thirteen minutes since he saw his fiance in the living room in nothing but a tiny pair of shorts and his old volleyball jersey. Ten minutes since he walked over to them and planted a long, lustful kiss on their lips. Eight minutes since the two of them laid down on their shared bed.
It’s been six minutes since they put his dick in their mouth. 
They started immediately, forgoing the usual, teasing licks and coy smiles. With barely a glance toward Hajime’s face, they popped the head into their mouth and immediately began to suckle on it, tracing the underside with their tongue expertly. They know his body like the back of their own hand. The way that his abdominal muscles ripple, the way his thighs tense, how his cock kicks up in their mouth, and especially how his eyes roll back and close with pleasure
They tap his thigh to get him to look at them, Hajime obliges. Without a substantial warning, they look him in the eyes and press themself, down, down, deeper, until his entire cock is nestled in their warm throat. His moan gets caught in his throat.
“Fuuuck.”
He can barely think at this point. Colourful rainbows of stars dance behind his eyelids when he shuts his eyes closed once more. Hajime pries them open once more in order to look down on his partner. They look back up at him, lashes fluttering and eyes lust-filled and glazed over. 
“So good for me, so good, baby,” he groans out. Reaching out, he threads his hand in his lover’s hair and yanks at it, which forces them to gag even deeper on his cock. Hajime presses them down onto his dick and shifts his body to sit up against the headboard, bringing them with him. 
The shifts of his body caused his cock to piston into their mouth, the mushroomed head poking at the back of their throat. Tears well up in their eyes and roll down their cheeks and puffy, swollen lips, slicking up Hajime’s dick even more. 
Hajime moves his hand from their hair to their face and uses his thumb to wipe at the spit gathering on their chin. 
“You look so pretty sucking my cock,” he coos. With a shift of his hips, Hajime pushes his dick down their throat. Their eyes open in shock as more tears spill out. 
“Gggn!!” Was all they managed to get out before Hajime began to thrust his hips up more aggressively, setting a rhythm that was sure to leave them with a sore throat the next morning. 
All they can do is choke around the cock in their mouth and look up at Hajime with pretty, pleading eyes. Soon enough, the prof volleyball player forgets any kind of self restraint and grabs their hair, forcing them down as he fucks up into their mouth.
Spit and pre-cum fall out the corner of their mouth, smearing across Hajime’s pelvis. At this point, they can do nothing but allow his dick to slide in and out. They can do nothing but take it. 
“Fuck, baby. I’m so close,” he groans out, nails starting to scrape against his pretty partner’s scalp. His hips begin to lose their rhythm as they fuck up deep and frantically. 
“God, you’re doing so good for me. Just a little more, please,” he whines out, eyes closed. They oblige, giving him a quick swipe of their tongue on the underside of his cock .That was the final piece, as Hajime immediately comes undone with a cry. 
Hot ropes of cum spurt out of his dick and shoot straight down their throat, tasting musky, warm, and exactly like Hajime. He keeps them down on his dick until it’s completely soft.
As he pulls out, they leave him with one final lick against the shaft and he jolts with a groan.
“Fuck, you’re gonna kill me, baby,” he groans out before pulling them up into a hot kiss.
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bakugokemkatsuki · 4 months
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Fangirls
Iwaizumi Hajime X Reader
Oikawa Toru X Reader (Platonic)
**Genre: Angstish/ Fluff???
**Warning(s): bullying
**Reader is Fem/GN (ish)
**Key: Talking; You, Iwaizumi
You’d been in the same class as Oikawa since middle school. You two were polar opposites in every way. You were introverted and pessimistic while Oikawa was extraverted and optimistic . You were always dressed in black, while Oikawa was very colorful. He was athletic and you were not. Anything you two could be opposites about you were. So how did you ever end up friends with him? Well let’s just say you were sure your teachers absolutely loved torturing you. It all started back in middle school with you two being paired together for a project. It didn’t stop there though, it seemed after that your teachers were always finding a reason to have you two work together. This little thing carried over into high school. Now after being paired together so much you were bound to become friends. You ended up really liking his company and you realized there was way more to him than just his pretty setter “fame”. Now being friends with Oikawa meant Iwaizumi as well. They were a package deal. Now though you and Iwaizumi had more in common then you and Oikawa (i.e. you both liked the same music, similar movies, and had similar color palettes for dressing) you two were still pretty close to opposites. The three of you were really close and you quite liked hanging out with them. Having weekend movie marathons at Oikawa’s house binging the Godzilla movies or Alien Documentaries were some of your favorite memories. You though not one to care much about sports found yourself at there games more and more until you were always there at every game. You quite enjoyed seeing them two play the chemistry on the court was phenomenal and way different from them normally. Now what most people didn’t realize was just how hard being friends with them was. Why? Well once you guys hit high school Oikawa had fans popping up left and right. By second year he had a whole fan club. He quite liked his fans but he never saw the dark side. You were normally bullied not a lot but some back in middle school for being weird, dark, different. Now though, his fan girls were ruthless. It started small but when you seemed unbothered it quickly became physical. They’re push you or shove you or trip you just because you were friends with Oikawa. They would constantly harass you. It was getting really bad, but you didn’t want to ruin your friend’s happiness so you stuck it out. Until one day… The girls had caught you on your way to the gym and like usual were braiding you about why you’re not good enough to be around Oikawa. As you tried to walk past one girl shoved you and when you didn’t fall a second girl shoved you again causing you to fall. While they did this they continued hurling insults until they heard a voice. “Get out of here now and leave her the HELL alone.” Terrified the girls fled without another word. You sat there looking down at the ground. “Please don’t tell him.” Iwaizumi offered you his hand helping you up. “Why? You don’t deserve that.” “He deserves to be happy.” Frustration lacked in Iwaizumi’s voice as he said “So do you. He deserves to know.”After a bit more arguing you agree to tell Oikawa everything. You two stood there looking at each other in since when Iwaizumi finally spoke again. “Um… by the way, what they said… you know it’s not true right. You’re the most beautiful person I know.” “Iwa… I can I be honest?” “Sure.” “I don’t want to ruin our friendship dynamic but I have feelings for you.” “Really?” “Yes. I know a lot of people were expecting me to fall for ‘Shittykawa’ but it’s you.” “Funny enough… I like you too.” You two ended up starting to date not long after that and Oikawa did not take the news well. “WHAT MY BEST FRIENDS ARE DATING NOW I HAVE TO THIRD WHEEL ALL OUR HANG OUTS!!”Though he wined a lot he was the most supportive of the relationship and thought how he couldn’t wait to be the best man at your wedding someday. He was happy for the two of you because you both deserve the world.
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moonswolfie · 5 months
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heyy I love ur writing and idk if ur still doing the 200 follower event but can I request a part 2 for the iwaizumi royal au one. I read it 3 times and got butterflies everytime 😆🥰
maybe with prompt 19 + 20 or 29 depending if u want iwaizumi to be bold and flirty or shy. im fine with either I just really want to know what happen the next morning 😩
Prince!Iwaizumi x Knight!reader (gender neutral)
part 2 to this post
Oh my god anon you would NOT BELIEVE HOW HARD I GIGGLED AT THIS i am giggling as i am typing this😵‍💫😵‍💫💗💗 every time i want to take a break from tumblr a really sweet anon/user swoops in and pulls me right back in😭💞
sorry to go against your request but i only used prompt 19 since i felt that using the other prompts would interrupt the flow
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You were woken up by the bright light of the morning sun shining down on your face. You blinked your eyes open, surprised that you even managed to sleep a little.
And you realised right after that you were still in Iwaizumi's arms. Not wanting to make things awkward, you slowly moved his arms off of you, even though it pained you to do so on the inside.
Looking at his peaceful sleeping face, you remembered the things he mumbled against you last night. You quickly shook your head.
That must have been a dream, a dream you remember very very clearly for some reason.
His eyes fluttered open at the loss of yout body heat and he looked back at you, eyes slowly focusing in on your face.
"You're making a weird face. What's up?" He asked, voice a little raspy from not using it all night. Oh my, his morning voice is so cu-
No! You should really stop that. "Am I? My apologies, your highness." You bowed.
"Raise your head. You don't need to do all that hoity toity 'your highness' stuff with me, you know. I like it when you treat me like an equal."
You figured. He was always the type of person to dislike being treated differently because of his royal status. You know that from the way he insisted all the knights call him "Hajime" as a kid.
"Okay, Hajime." you forced out, feeling like you've just commited a major sin. His smile in response to your casual way of refering to him was almost worth it, though.
"So... is the door still locked?" he asked after an awkward silence. The air in the room felt oddly heavy. Like there's an unspoken knowledge between the two of you.
You silently walked to the door, attempting to open it. The door didn't budge. "It is."
Another awkward silence followed. The more you thought about it, the more you were starting to realise that might not have been a dream after all.
"Okay, this is killing me. You know I heard what you said, right?" you couldn't take the awkward silence anymore.
"Heard... what?" you weren't sure if he was actually unsure or just pretending to be.
"You told me you loved me last night..." The bandaid had finally been ripped off and you watched his expression slowly shift from one of surprise to one of embarrasment.
"You... heard?" he asked cautiously, as if he didn't want to believe it. You nodded in response, trying your best to not let your determined expression crack.
"And I, uhhhh, love you too..." you looked off into a random corner of the room, too afraid to meet his eyes when making such a confession. This is complete insanity. Never in your life would you have thought you would be confessing to the crown prince.
This must be what they call forbidden love.
"You love me... too?" his tone of voice indicated that he couldn't believe his ears. And frankly, who could blame him? You have to note that his pink cheeks are simply adorable, though.
"Uhh, yeah... I do. Where do... we go from here?" it just started to dawn on you how big of a scandal this could be. The crown prince with a commoner knight?!
Wait, you're still not over the fact that he's in love with you too, though?! Ironically, it feels like you're about to wake up from a dream any second.
"You like me? Iwaizumi Hajime? The crown prince?" He pointed to himself.
"...Uh, yeah..." you wondered if it's really that hard to believe one of his knights is attracted to him considering he has noble ladies practically drooling over him at every banquet he attends.
"Well, I'll be damned. This isn't a dream, by any chance?"
"I would hope it isn't... Because if so, we'll both wake up dissapointed."
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"Did anything else happen on our little.... arranged outing?" the queen asked, already very excited by the progress the advisor reported a minute ago.
"Not that I know of... Though his Highness and the knight were acting a bit strange around eachother for the remainder of the trip."
The king hummed, closing his eyes. "Strange...?"
"More relaxed, your highness."
"Hmm, hmm, hmm!~" the queen hummed excitedly. "This is quite marvelous! My little Hajime's all grown up!!"
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followmybones · 1 year
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Iwaizumi feels like the type of guy who would fall asleep during scary movies.
Just picture it: you're sitting there holding onto his arm, absolutely invested in the movie. The music is low and suspenseful, and the screen is panning over a dark field the main girl just hid in, and you jump as the movie's antagonist pops into frame as the music jumps. You can't help but pout as Iwa looks completely confused; because you know. You just know he fell asleep, and he has no idea how incredibly awful that jump scare was! He'd be the worst, but he's also so cute, so can you really stay mad at him?
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pinkykats-place · 2 years
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Haikyuu Male Character(s) x Male Reader Inserts
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Disclaimers!
All male readers paired with male characters.
None of the stories linked below are mine.
Some contain mature content.
Art not mine, created by Rhyme with Rachel.
Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please like, comment and/or reblog their work!
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Unlikely Partner
Sugawara Koushi x Male!Reader
Summary: Meet the unlikely partner of Sugawara
Brother
Tsukishima Kei x Male Reader
Summary: You were Kiyoko’s younger brother, and somehow you ended up with the not so lovable Tsukishima Kei, what would happen as the team learns of your relationship?
The Setter’s Boyfriend
Kageyama Tobio x Male!Reader
Summary: Kageyama has a boyfriend, though the team don’t really believe him
Taken Man
Kageyama Tobio x Male!Reader
Summary: Kageyama found himself in a predicament, he doesn't know how to say he's a taken man.
headphones
Kuroo x top!male!Reader
Summary: in which pornstar kuroo accidentally walks in on his shy roommate jerking off and can't seem to look away
Size Kink
Ushijima Wakatoshi x male!Reader
Kuroo x intelligent himbo!Reader
Nishinoya x tall!male!Reader
to have iwaizumi's love
iwaizumi hajime x chubby!m!reader
Some Smut
summary: iwaizumi really just thinks you're a great catch. the saying 'many fish in the sea' stops at you because he loves you, including your body—maybe especially your body ;)
Everybody Talks
Iwazumi Hajime x male!Reader
3 Parts
Oikawa Tooru Goes Both Ways
Oikawa x femboy reader
ITS FEMBOY FRIDAY.
bokuto, nishinoya & tendou x male! reader
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remuswriting · 1 year
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painting pumpkins; i. hajime
Summary: Y/N shows Iwaizumi something he does with his family for Halloween.
Pairing: Timeskip! Iwaizumi Hajime/Male! Reader
Warnings: Timeskip: University, Reader is from Texas, nearly a crack fic with the way Y/N talks, Iwaizumi likes Y/N and Y/N doesn’t know
Word Count: 1,271 words
Notes: If there are any typos, then they’re meant to be there at this point bc I’ve edited this thing like four times now.
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“Dammit,” Y/N mumbled next to Iwaizumi.  They were painting cardboard pumpkins, because Y/N said it was what he did back home in Texas for Halloween.  These would last far longer than any real pumpkin.  And while Texas may have its issues, Y/N swore it has the “best Halloween ever.” “I got paint on my shirt.”
Iwaizumi looked to see that Y/N’s gray shirt had a long orange brush stroke on it.  This was why Iwaizumi had opted to wear something he needed to throw away—an old white tank top he wore in high school.  Y/N declared he wasn’t going to get paint on himself, so it didn’t matter what he wore.  Apparently, that was wrong.
“Maybe you should wear an apron,” Iwaizumi suggested—well, it was most teasing.  Y/N glared at him for a second before grabbing paper towels to dab the paint off.  His brows furrowed as he worked on it.
“I wore this shirt every day in high school.” Y/N continued working at the paint on his shirt. “Hell if I knew why, but my mom wanted me to trash it.” He looked at Iwaizumi. “It’s one of those weird shirts that ya just love for no reason, but it’s not special.  Kinda special to me, though, ya know?”
Iwaizumi didn’t know.  He didn’t know what Y/N meant or why Y/N was telling him this.  It felt oddly intimate, though.  Probably because Y/N’s accent came out a little.  He remembered the first time he heard Y/N on Skype with his family.  He struggled to understand what Y/N and Y/N’s family said, only to be told that Y/N had only been catching them up on his week.
It was what made Iwaizumi believe Y/N when he joked he was the “master of code-switching,” because people hated the way he spoke if he didn’t code-switch.  Apparently, everyone in the United States thought anyone from the South—Texas in particular—was uneducated and a bigot.  Those two words didn’t fit Y/N in the slightest, seeing that he was pre-med and one of the nicest people Iwaizumi had met in America (that was an American).
Y/N looked at his shirt. “Do ya have an apron ‘cause ya can’t just suggest things ya don’t have.”
Iwaizumi stared at him long enough for Y/N to look at him. “We live in the dorms,” Iwaizumi said slowly. “Why would I have an apron?”
Y/N shrugged. “I dunno.  Maybe ya thought ya’d need one?  I don’t know your life.”
“The only aprons I had in Japan were my mom’s.”
Y/N’s face lit up. “I once had one that said ‘world’s best chef,’ but my brother stole it ‘cause he says my food’s inedible.”
“Is it?” Iwaizumi asked, and Y/N shrugged.
“I’ve never had an issue eatin’ it, but the rest of my family act like it’s the worst thing ever,” Y/N said before picking his paintbrush up and looking at the half-orange pumpkin. “I should’ve painted this thing white and made it a ghost.  Or Dracula.” He looked at Iwaizumi. “Do ya know if Dracula was white?” Iwaizumi chuckled, which made Y/N’s brows scrunch together. “What’s so funny?”
Iwaizumi stopped laughing and shook his head. “Nothing.”
Y/N looked at him with narrowed eyes as he pointed his paintbrush at Iwaizumi. “I don’t believe you.”
“It’s nothing.  Don’t worry about it,” Iwaizumi said.  Y/N nodded a little before painting an orange line down Iwaizumi’s tank top. “What the hell was that for?”
“Laughin’ at me,” Y/N said, smug. “I know everyone thinks I’m stupid, but I promise you, I’m not.”
“I don’t think you’re stupid,” Iwaizumi said.  Y/N looked at him, annoyed, clearly not believing him. “I really don’t.  It’s just that sometimes you say ridiculous things.”
“Like what?” Y/N asked, which Iwaizumi hadn’t expected.  He also hadn’t expected for Y/N to sound genuinely curious.  He expected Y/N to paint on his face, but he preferred this.
“Like if Dracula is white,” Iwaizumi said.
Y/N threw his hands up a little, Iwaizumi dodging the paintbrush. “Well, sorry that I never read the book or got into all that vampire shit.” He frowned. “I remember when Twilight came out, and my sister ate that shit up.  I couldn’t see the appeal of it, though, ‘cause it doesn’t matter how sexy they are; they want to kill you!”
Out of everyone Iwaizumi had met in America, Y/N taught him the most American sayings.  It wasn’t like Y/N was trying to teach him, he just spoke and Iwaizumi learned.  But Iwaizumi could probably write a book about why Americans are weird for saying “ate that shit up,” and all the other international students would make it a bestseller.
“Dracula is described to be extremely white and old,” Iwaizumi said, trying to dig his brain a little since it had been two years since he read it. “It’s because he’s meant to be an ugly yet attractive character.”
“Don’t judge them.” Iwaizumi squinted his eyes at Y/N, who sighed. “It’s okay to be into old men.  I have a friend from high school who’s dating someone older than her dad.  I think they’re getting married soon.” Iwaizumi remained quiet. “Why aren’t ya saying anything?”
“Why are you okay with your friend dating an old man?”
Y/N shrugged. “She’s 26, so she can do whatever she wants.  Hopefully, he’s rich, though.  If he’s not, then what’s the point?”
“Like what’s the point in marrying if he’s not rich?”
Y/N’s eyes turned serious.  It actually scared Iwaizumi a little. “What’s the point in marrying an old man if he’s not rich?  If he’s not circling the drain, then why would I marry him?  Like imagine having sex with a wrinkly prune.” Y/N shivered. “Disgusting.  I’d have to be paid to do that.”
Iwaizumi laughed.  He couldn’t help it.  The way Y/N looked at him like it was the most important thing he’d ever say was funny, but also cute.  Y/N was frustratingly cute, especially when he talked about random things that Iwaizumi didn’t entirely understand.  Or really, when he just talked.
Then Y/N was laughing with Iwaizumi.  His smile was wide and tugged at something in Iwaizumi’s chest.  Another annoying thing was Iwaizumi liked Y/N’s laugh and smile so much that it hurt a little.  That didn’t stop him from wanting to do or say something else to make Y/N continue laughing.
“Alright,” Y/N said as he looked at Iwaizumi’s pumpkin.  He painted it orange, like a regular pumpkin, but Y/N frowned at it. “Are you going to paint a face on it?”
“Why would I paint a face on it?”
“Jack-o’-lanterns, dummy!” Y/N said, and he reached across the table, getting more paint on his shirt, and grabbed his phone. “My dad does the best ones!  Let me find a picture!”
Iwaizumi smiled and knew he was fucked.  If he told Oikawa this—that he was excited to see a picture of jack-o’-lanterns just because Y/N was excited to show them—he would be teased mercilessly.  He wasn’t sure Oikawa would be too bad about it, because he had accidentally met Y/N when Y/N barged into the dorm—interrupting Iwaizumi and Oikawa’s FaceTime call—to inform Iwaizumi the cafeteria had the best selection for dinner.  So, Oikawa would probably understand, just a little.
“Hajime!” Y/N said, barely mispronouncing it.  Only Iwaizumi really noticed it, but it was because he was so used to hearing the southern lilt that always wanted to come out when Y/N spoke. “Are you paying attention?”
Iwaizumi looked at Y/N’s phone, where a photo of Y/N surrounded by 10 jack-o’-lanterns was displayed. “Yeah.  Show me some more pictures.”
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lumiinix · 1 year
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Warning(s): Male reader, Hq character admitting that they’re gay.
A/N: Also this is not original, I saw it on an incorrect quotes generator.
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Him: Being gay isn’t a choice.
Him, looking at you sleeping/snuggling next to him: It’s a game and I’m winning.
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kissagii · 1 year
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cali boy iwaizumi x vaguely-male-coded reader :)
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When Iwaizumi came to the States, he swore he was done playing volleyball competitively. He was done with school teams, done with huge city tournaments, done with dedicating his heart and soul to a sport where he was never good enough. Joining the intramural volleyball tournament with his roommates was more of a joke than anything, a last reminiscing on the joy of his high school career before moving on to a different side of the sport. After that tournament (if it could even be called that) he would be done.
And yet there you were. Radiant on the court, playing the final match fiercely for the free (hideous) t-shirt prizes, clearly inexperienced but having more fun than everyone else in the game combined. How your team - the sunnies, you called yourself - had progressed this far, Iwaizumi didn’t know. But your energy kept the scores evenly matched, each point becoming harder and harder to score. For the first time in the tournament, Iwaizumi was compelled to play. 
The first set was long, the second even longer, and the third seemed to drag on for an eternity. It had been a long time since he played a game as tense as this one. And with each play he became more and more distracted, more and more enamored with your joy, beaming like the sun despite the sweat dripping down your face. Your eyes caught the light nicely, perhaps too nicely. When your final spike came crashing down he nearly forgot to block.
The intramural volleyball tournament was nothing serious, most teams featured an ex-player and the friends they dragged into it, but the look on your face made it seem like you had just won an Olympic gold. The little plastic medals and dorky t-shirts may as well have been made of pure gold, and the joy was infectious. When Iwaizumi was given his own silly plastic medal - silver, for second, a placement he was all too familiar with - he would’ve sworn it was made of precious metals. And yet no shiny disk would be as bright as you. 
Iwaizumi cursed himself again and again as he made his way to the gym to work out the rest of the game’s adrenaline rush. How could he have been so stupid, so enraptured by someone he’d likely never see again, not on a campus of 30 thousand students. His team was let down, and it wasn’t the first time. I can never win a game, can I? They were idiots for thinking I’d help them win.
He was barely away from the indoor courts when someone started calling down the hallway, “Yo, big guy! In the mint shirt!”
When he turned, there you were. Still sweaty and wearing the silly not-actually-gold medal, though it nearly blended in with the yellow of your team’s ‘uniforms,’ a volleyball tucked under your arm. 
“I’m starting a club team, wanna join?” You grin as you toss him the ball, “C’mon, we’re doing two-on-two, let’s play some sets together.”
Iwaizumi Hajime swore he was done playing volleyball competitively.
“You sure two spikers on a team is a good idea?”
The mischievous look you give him over your shoulder makes his heart skip a few beats.
“We’ll make it work.”
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i'm very gay. and not going to uc irvine lmao
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