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[aeonmnei]

— “do i really need to be shirtless for this?” hajime asks gruffly, sitting neatly on your dorm floor as you write on a piece of tape, godzilla t-shirt tossed unceremoniously on your bed. 

your anatomy exam is coming up, and you’ve been studying like your career depends on it (spoiler alert: it does), but you’ve been going batshit crazy just staring at your notes. so what better way to get off the books than to hang out with your boyfriend? 

“yes,” you reply, placing ‘pectoralis major’ on his chest. “it wouldn’t work the same if you had a shirt on. active recall, visual learning, and such.” “right,” he mutters, brow furrowed as he watches you. “so…?” “so, flex your deltoid,” you demand. “c’mon, haji. this is important.” he flexes his shoulder obediently, looking away as you stick another label on his body. 

you’re kind of surprised hajime agreed to this in the first place; though honestly, you really didn’t give him much of an explanation, simply texting him, “come to my dorm @ 10pm,” with no further instructions. you laughed when he called at 9:42 saying he was at the building, having to hold it in as you led your bright-eyed boyfriend into your room.

“you will be to blame if i don’t pass this,” you tell him, revelling in the slight twitch of his body as you slide a finger over his skin to pat down the adhesive. “right. can’t have that,” he says under his breath. you snicker. despite his reluctance, he’s not angry. maybe just disappointed. you’re not worried, though. he’d get what he came for soon enough.

sneaking a glance at him, you quickly scribble ‘teres minor’ on another scrap of tape. hajime’s ears are bright red, but his bottom lip is pursed up and his jaw is tight. tell-tale signs of his enjoyment. 

“i know you’re a little embarrassed, but i need you to lift your arm up for me,” you tell him sweetly, tape hanging from your fingertips. hajime lets out a flustered grumble in reply, dim light highlighting hard planes of muscle as he accedes. 

“it’s kind of itchy,” he says, after a moment. “well, it’s tape,” you answer matter-of-factly, pasting ‘frontalis’ on his forehead, then look at him doubtfully. “also, you need to stop scowling. you look cute when you’re not scowling.” “‘m not scowling,” hajime says under his breath, but his eyebrows relax immediately. you bite the inside of your cheek. cute.

another couple minutes pass by as you continue to stick labels on him, humming a tune while you treat your poor boyfriend like a whiteboard. 

“...how long will this take?” hajime asks, stiffly, two pieces of tape hanging off the hollows of his cheekbones. you stretch out, making a big show of checking the clock on the wall. it’s almost midnight. “i’m basically done,” you reply. “i’m not going over the accessory muscles.” 

hajime tilts his head, narrowing his eyes knowingly at you. “yeah, just wanna know, so i’m not peeling gemellus inferior out of my butt tomorrow,” he remarks wryly. you mirror his expression, enthused. “hah. i forgot you know this already.” 

hajime pinches your inner thigh playfully. it doesn’t hurt—he could never hurt you—but you yelp anyway, more tickled than anything. “hey, i’m pretty smart, you know,” he reminds you, smoothing over the subtle sting with a callused thumb. 

you scoot over towards him, running your hand down the label reading ‘rectus femoris.’ “i know you’re pretty smart,” you say, gaze locked on his, “otherwise i wouldn’t allow you to be sitting shirtless on my floor.” you pull, and the screech of tape being taken off skin is the only sound in the room for a second.

the sudden dilation of his pupils makes you laugh through your nose. “oh, that’s all,” hajime says lightly, body hot under your touch. “because i’m smart.” “and muscular,” you add, leaning over him as he sits back on his forearms, watching you intently. “mm, that’s part of it?” he asks, voice just breathless enough to make your stomach tighten.

“yeah,” you murmur, hooking a fingernail under ‘external oblique.’ your eyes drop to his bare chest, then drag back up to his face as you smile. “do you take a makeout session as gratuity for your model work?” 

hajime swallows, his jaw fluttering. a blush blooms over his cheeks and he rolls his eyes. “that’s what i thought you called me here for,”  he mumbles, warm hand coming up to rest on the curve of your lower back as you giggle. “c’mere.”

he peppers your face with soft kisses, leaving wet marks. your laughter fills the small room when you feel something sticky on your cheek. 

“haji, i can’t take you serious with that stuff on your face!” “take it off, then!”

hello. folks. birfday post 4 me and him cuz we junebugs like dat

[aeonmnei]

hajime and i have teamed up to perform something for our birthdays so if you still remember me i actually write stuff. yeah

[purplewormy]

kita shinsuke loves summer. that's when the rice bends greener beneath the heat, heavy and healthy under the july sun. tomatoes blush slower on their vines and watermelons swell fat in the dirt.

and that's also when you come back from the city.

your grandmother’s house sits right beside his field, old wooden porch facing the rows of crops. every year, right when the heat starts getting unbearable, you arrive from the city with your little suitcase and your loud mouth and those stupid sundresses that make kita forget what he’s doing for a solid three seconds.

he doesn’t know exactly when he started noticing you so much.

maybe it was three summers ago when you came back after graduating college, sitting on your grandma’s porch railing with your legs swinging lazily while watching the sunset. right in front of his field.

maybe it was when your grandmother sent you over with extra eggs and you stood at his doorstep fanning yourself with your hat.

“jesus christ, why is the countryside hotter than hell?” and kita had just stared at you for a second too long before quietly saying, “i think you should drink more water for that.” that was the first ever conversation he had with you.

or maybe it was when you started sitting on the little ledge near the irrigation ditch while kita is tying up a tomato vine carefully, sandals abandoned somewhere behind you while you complain about your cousin's wedding and at the idea of wearing a ugly bridesmaid dress that she choosed. though kita really wanted to tell you that you'd look like a goddess in any dress you wear. he just couldn’t.

even though he thinks you were specifically made for the golden hour. every evening he’s out in the fields pretending to check the crops when really he’s just waiting for you to come outside and sit on your grandmother’s porch with a popsicle melting between your fingers. he swears the whole countryside changes when you laugh. the wind feels softer. even the cicadas quiet down for a second, like the nature is making it clearer for only him to listen.

sometimes you bring him cold barley tea during harvest season and sit beside him while he works, rambling on and on while he hums along quietly. and every single time you lean closer to wipe sweat off his forehead with the edge of your sleeve, kita turns the brightest shade of red, choking on his own spit. who said the perfect captain from high school won't get flustered infront of the woman of his dreams?

kita shinsuke has started recognizing the sound of your sandals against dirt paths. before he even sees you, he already knows it’s you walking toward the fields carrying cut fruit your grandmother forced you to share with him. he never says anything about it though because admitting 'i know the exact sound your footsteps make' feels a little too close to a confession.

you once called him pretty during a summer festival and kita genuinely had to turn around for a second because his face got so warm he thought he might actually pass out. meanwhile you were just licking syrup off your fingers like you hadn’t permanently altered the chemical composition of his brain.

every year when summer ends and you go back to the city, kita tells himself it’s fine. the fields still need tending. the days still pass normally. life goes on. and yet somehow the evenings feel too quiet afterward. it makes him want to tell you. it makes him want to tell you that you’ve been driving him insane for years now. that somehow you’ve slipped into every part of his life so naturally he can’t even remember what the countryside felt like before you filled it with your voice. he wants to tell you that every season starts reminding him of you now, not just summer. autumn tastes like the sweet potatoes you burned in his kitchen once. winter feels like your cold hands grabbing his sleeve. spring sounds like your laugh drifting through open windows. he wants to ask you, selfishly, desperately, if maybe one day you’d stay. if maybe one day he could come home from the fields and find you there every season after this one too.

[ghsotiev]

Choso Bear

[weirdergirlbrina]

Hajime Iwaizumi is a weak willed man.

Nobody would ever expect it, hell he doesn’t even expect it.

All it took was one little, “I think you’d look hot with an eyebrow piercing,” paired with a slow bat of your lashes.

Now he’s sitting on a piercing bed, gripping your hand like they’re going to shoot him in the head.

“This is so fucking stupid,” he grumbles, eyebrows pinched together as the piercer finishes setting up across the room.

“You don’t have to do it you know” you laugh, your other hand rubbing slow circles on his thigh to calm his nerves.

He shoots you a flat look immediately, “Shut up”

That only makes you laugh harder, “What the hell did I do?”

His jaw tightens, ears faintly pink now, “You sat there batting those pretty little lashes at me saying I’d look hot,” he mutters, like this is somehow a perfectly reasonable explanation, “Now I have to do it.”

You crinkle your nose at him, your soft little smile soothing the nervous knot in his stomach, “Haji, you’re literally a grown man. You can do whatever you want.”

“And I want to make you happy, sue me” he shoots back instantly.

The words hit harder than they should. The way he says it so casually, so matter-of-fact.

Like your happiness is the easiest thing in the world to prioritize.

You can’t help the fond grin that pulls at your lips, or the warmth that blooms across your face.

Iwa notices immediately, of course he does.

He playfully rolls his eyes, his own little smile tugging at his lips now, “Quit lookin at me like that, you’re making me more nervous now”

You grin, thumb brushing over his knuckles, “You’re so ridiculous.”

He pulls your hand to his lips, peppering tiny little kisses all over it just as the piercer walks back over and starts setting things down beside him.

“God,” he mumbles against your skin, “you’re so lucky I love you this much.”

Your smile only grows as you huff out a little laugh, “You’re gonna look so hot”

He goes completely silent.

Then, after a beat,

“…Yeah?”

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A/N: this was so stupid he’d look so delicious with an eyebrow piercing tho

this was for the anons that wanted iwa content, enjoy

[ghsotiev]

IWA🩷

[aeonmnei]

something just insanely attractive about a tall guy with black hair and brown eyes who is also highly intelligent (emotionally and cognitively), compassionate, empathetic, and loyal... well im wet just thinking about it actually

[aeonmnei]

fem!filo!reader x filo!iwaizumi. reader is referred to as tita (u old lol).

— “here, give her to me—” 

hajime takes your niece from you as you wrangle your bag, your plate of food, and your drink. “hi, bub, c’mere,” he coos, tossing her a bit in his arms. hajime’s forearms flex as he shifts the baby to lean on his shoulder. “you okay? need me to hold anything else?”

your jaw clenches imperceptibly as you zero in on the size of his hands. they’re nearly enveloping your niece’s chubby legs as she rests her little head on hajime’s chest. “yeah, i’m…good,” you reply after a moment, sipping your drink nonchalantly.

oh, my god.

it’s unfortunate, how much babies love your boyfriend, because he looks so damn good with them. it doesn’t help that your nieces, nephews, and younger cousins all love him, either. hajime is adored by your family so dearly it’s knee-wobbling. you swear they like him more than they like you sometimes.

the sound of your niece’s joyous squeal disturbs your pondering. hajime is tickling her exposed tummy with a callused finger, smiling widely as she laughs. “babe, eat,” he urges you, taking notice of your incessant staring. “i’m still kinda full from this morning, haji,” you admit, setting down your cup and walking closer to him. “have a bite?”

“oh, sure,” hajime replies, leaning down a bit. you feed him a spoonful of pancit palabok, watching as he takes it with exaggerated pleasure and looks at your niece in surprise. “mm, so yummy!” he exclaims at her, and she giggles, slapping her tiny hands all over his ears and face as he chews. hajime turns back to you with a gentle smile. “it’s pretty good.”

“you’re pretty good,” you reply, an underlying tug of desire in your voice as you squish your niece’s dumpling-like cheek between your thumb and forefinger. “she loves you.” 

hajime’s expression of genuine surprise makes you snicker. “really?” “they all do,” you affirm honestly. “my cousins are always asking ‘is kuya hajime here too?’” you shake your head. “and i tell them, ‘no, it’s just me this time,’ and they get all pouty.” hajime laughs, pulling down your niece’s shirt over her stomach. “it’s just ‘cause i play sports with them, is all,” he replies modestly.

is all. you slap his arm with no real heat. “haji, you’re like their hero. seriously.” your niece lets out a trill of laughter, almost in confirmation. “trade,” you order, handing him your plate. he complies, dipping down to pass the baby off to you. 

she whines in protest at this, nuzzling her head into the curve of hajime’s neck and grabbing onto the fabric of his shirt. “ugh, you see?” you remark, chuckling. “she doesn’t want to go with me.” “c’mon, bebe, go to your tita,” hajime coaxes, but your niece won’t listen, not even sparing you a glance. you take back your plate and wave a hand amusedly. “it’s fine, i need to go greet my lola anyway,” you tell him, squeezing his bicep as you turn to leave.

“alright, i’ll get food later. tell her to save some for me, yeah?” hajime asks, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as he straightens up. “i’m gonna walk the baby around for a bit.” with that, he strolls around the yard with her, laughing and chatting with your family easily. you pause, watching the two of them fondly, then pick up your drink and head back to the kitchen.

that man is your whole future. 

[ottocre]

˚✶ * an off-course proposal kageyama t. x reader / m.list

    kageyama had practiced for hours in the mirror, practiced opening and closing the box with one hand, shoving his hand into and out of his pocket more times than he could count. he mastered his speech, between the ‘i love you’ and the ‘will you marry me?’, until it was ingrained into his very soul. everything that he could control was going to be perfect by his standards, until he was standing there in front of you.

  you had looked away for a second, taking in the sights of italy. it was your first time sightseeing after moving from japan. when you glance back at him, he’s struggling to pull the box from his pocket. smiling to yourself, as soon as you notice he hasn’t caught your gaze you look back out at the canal. kageyama quickly opens the box up, waiting patiently for you to turn around.

  biting your lip, you slowly turn around to look at him, watching as he awkwardly stands there with the box sitting open in the palm of his hand. staring back at you, suddenly all of kageyama’s words get stuck in the back of his throat. you’re standing there, basking in the italian sunlight, a blissful glow radiating off of your skin. and he’s absolutely speechless.

  your eyes search his as he stands there with his tongue tied. waiting a moment, you force back a smile, trying to give him a moment to gather his strength again. holding it out, not even remembering his many attempts to figure out which knee he should bend down on, he whispers out a small, “please?”

  “tobio-“ you hold out your hands, cusping his cheeks in your palms, “yes, i would love to.”

  your touch seems to bring him back down to earth, his eyebrows raising as he is finally able to get something out. “i had a whole speech planned,” was the first thing he could say, eyes squinting shut as he grimaces.

  “how about you read me that speech later? i’m sure it and everything else you had planned was very lovely,” your thumbs slowly caress his cheekbones, your cheeky smile finally making its way through.

  “i want to at least get this part right,” kageyama reaches his free hand up to grab your left hand, gently pulling your hand down from his cheek.

  the light callouses on his hand feels rough against your hand, a calming kind of roughness. he slowly pulls the ring out, nothing necessarily gaudy, something more your style. goosebumps run up your arm as the ring slides down your finger, somehow fitting perfectly. “you’ve gotten everything right so far to me.”

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[kwadlayns]

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[aeonmnei]

— “i love you,” you croon, grinning widely as you look up at hajime. his mouth is twisted into that upside-down, half-disgusted, half-amused smile, his eyebrows furrowed. “you’re so handsome.”

hajime has to look away, taking a deep breath, then shoves the laundry basket at you. “saying ‘i love you’ and complimenting me will not get you out of doing chores,” he tells you firmly, but there’s a hint of laughter in it. 

you frown, giving him a dramatic huff as you take the basket. “fine. i won’t say ‘i love you’ or compliment you, then,” you reply seriously, not meaning a single word. 

hajime freezes, looking down at you, his eyebrows furrowed slightly. “now i know you don’t mean that, angel,” he says, his voice low. 

he’s just standing there, looking at you a bit worriedly, and you can’t keep the haughty look on your face any longer. you burst into laughter. “no, baby, i don’t,” you manage to say through fits of giggles. “i don’t mean it at all.”

hajime purses his lips, glancing away as he tries not to smile. “that’s what i thought,” he says finally, leaning down to press a kiss between your eyebrows, his hand resting lightly on the back of your neck. “so say it to me again.”

“okay, okay. i love you,” you say, still giggling as he gives you another kiss, this time on your cheek. “you’re the handsomest man in the world.”

you can feel him smiling into the kiss he places on the corner of your mouth, his thumb stroking behind your ear. “and i know you didn’t think i was joking. i saw the look on your face, haji,” you tease.

he rolls his eyes, giving you one last peck on the lips before gently patting the nape of your neck and standing up straight. “whatever,” he mumbles, taking the laundry basket back and bumping your hip as he walks away. “i love you, too.”

[drawnbymabel]

third year study sesh (good luck guys…!!)

[hawberries]

THE SIGHT OF YOUR BACK MUST BE AN INSPIRATION TO YOUR TEAMMATES

ALL WALLS ARE TO BE CRUSHED

EVERY BALL IS TO BE SPIKED WITH FULL STRENGTH AND COMPLETE CONFIDENCE

[ghsotiev]

Priest Iwa

[cdzen]

if i were attracted to someone i would ignore them and if someone were interested in me i would ignore them and if someone cute asked me out i would say no #myimpenetrablefortress

[aizawashuichi]

the thing is, i feel like sometimes self-shippers don't fully embrace the idea of a character being in love with them. instead, the character looks like they are pretending to be in love, like unwillingly putting on this role on the side, as they continue their own life as their canon self, you know what I mean? you need to be more self-indulgent. you have to disrupt their in-character persona in some way, because love is now present and it alters things and people. someone who is in love with you, as aloof and emotionless as they may seem, will care for you and will change if necessary. they will do things for you that they wouldn't normally do for others or even for themselves, because you are not just a random dude showing up next to them. you are their person.