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last updated: 25/04/23.
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It’s midnight and I want to be kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed and kissed and—
sfw. fluff. f!reader. some christmas magic with our grandma's neighbour.
You're reaching for a stack of salad bowls from the top shelf of the cupboard when the doorbell rings.
"Ah? Who's that?" your grandma wonders behind you.
"Hold on, I'll get it," you insist, not because you know who's at the door, but because scammers and solicitors have been rampant all year round, and they're probably not taking time off for the holidays.
You hand your grandma the bowl she asked for and return the rest of the stack to the shelf before you slide off the kitchen counter. "Stay here," you tell her before you dash away.
You slow as you near the door, trying to be as quiet as possible so whoever's outside doesn't hear you as you approach. If they're a scammer, they'll leave if it seems like no one's home.
But with one look through the peephole, you blow your cover with a loud gasp when you catch sight of a familiar figure turning away.
"Hi!" you say quickly, trying to keep your voice light like you didn't just fumble with the lock and doorknob for five seconds before nearly tearing the door off its hinges.
The corners of Iwaizumi's lips quirk upwards when he sees you and starts walking back. "Hey, I thought no one was home."
"Well, we're home! Uh, grandma's home, cuz this is her home. I'm just here—"
"Is that Hajime?!" Your grandma's lively voice comes from behind you suddenly, causing you to flinch. "How are you, my dear?"
"I'm fine, granny, Merry Christmas!" He gives her a wave, but she pushes past you and steps out onto the porch in her slippers to trap him in a hug.
"Come inside! We're cooking up a feast!"
"Sorry, I can't," he gives her an apologetic smile, "we're about to go to my grandpa's for dinner."
"Then come over after!" She gives him a pat on the shoulder before jabbing a thumb towards you. "She makes the best tiramisu, you have to try it."
You shrug. "I mean, it's just tiramisu—"
"I'll see if I can, if it's not too late," he assures her, his eyes flashing to you quickly before he nods as she starts scolding him for not wearing a thicker jacket or a hat.
"Anyway," he interrupts gently, handing her the larger of the two gift bags he has in hand, "this is for you, from my parents."
She huffs, a little flustered by the unexpected gift. "Tell them thank you, and to come over for tea some time."
"I will—"
"And you too!" she says sternly, with a slap to his arm. "You never come over anymore! You know how often she visits me?"
"I'm your grandchild, he's not," you add, trying to save Iwaizumi from an unneeded lecture.
"At least come to say hi to her, she needs friends."
"Grandma!"
Fortunately, a timer dings from the kitchen.
"Oh! The beef! Alright, I'll let you go," she waves him away as she shuffles back into the house. "Say hi to your parents for me! Merry Christmas!"
"Merry Christmas granny!" he calls after her before looking at you, chuckling when he sees the mortified expression you can't hide.
"I'm sorry."
"It's all good," he laughs. "She's always like that."
"Fortunately and unfortunately," you shake your head. "Well, you shouldn't stay any longer or she actually try to kidnap you."
"Right," he shudders in pretend fear. "Oh, this is for you," he says, handing you the other gift bag.
Your brows raise in delight. "Aw, thanks! Tell your parents they didn't have to."
"Well, it's from me."
An undignified hah? comes out of your mouth before you can stop it.
He laughs. "Merry Christmas."
"But I didn't get you anything," you blurt out.
"It's fine," he waves a hand. "Just save me some tiramisu."
"I'll save you the center piece."
"Sounds good." Iwaizumi shoves his hands in his pockets, and with his cheeks and ears flushed now, he's probably regretting not choosing a warmer jacket like your grandma said. "I'll see you around."
You nod a little too earnestly, but he doesn't seem to think anything of it as he turns with a little wave and starts down the walkway.
Then, he stops. And after a few seconds, he makes his way back to the door where you're watching curiously as he approaches almost sheepishly.
"So..."
"So?" you tease.
"About you...needing friends..." he trails off, casting his gaze to the side like he'll find whatever he wants to say there.
Your cheeks warm with the reminder of the embarrassing moment. "You don't have to listen to her."
"I know." He takes his phone out of his pocket and unlocks the screen before turning it to you.
"Wanna give me your number?"
You can't help your jaw dropping at the request.
"So we can...you know..." He scratches the back of his head like he's thinking hard about how to justify himself. "You can let me know whenever you're here and I can come over."
"Right," you say slowly, taking his phone.
"Or if you ever wanna hang out not at your grandma's house, that'd be cool too. Nothing against your grandma, of course, but..."
You grin as he trails off with a shrug.
"I think she'd be totally fine with that," you laugh, before clearing your throat, "and, um, so would I."
You catch him glance at you before you return your attention to his screen and tap out the digits of your phone number on the message composition screen. You try not to giggle when the slow breath he exhales forms a puffy cloud of steam in front of his lips.
"Merry Christmas to you," you joke when you return his phone.
"Yeah," he laughs, "Merry Christmas to me indeed."
You exchange farewells again, and Iwaizumi watches as you retreat into your grandma's house with a small smile as you close the door softly on him, grinning to himself when the lock clicks and he hears a muffled shout of finally! followed by the familiar whine of grandma! after.
sfw. fluff. f!reader. some christmas magic with our grandma's neighbour.
You're reaching for a stack of salad bowls from the top shelf of the cupboard when the doorbell rings.
"Ah? Who's that?" your grandma wonders behind you.
"Hold on, I'll get it," you insist, not because you know who's at the door, but because scammers and solicitors have been rampant all year round, and they're probably not taking time off for the holidays.
You hand your grandma the bowl she asked for and return the rest of the stack to the shelf before you slide off the kitchen counter. "Stay here," you tell her before you dash away.
You slow as you near the door, trying to be as quiet as possible so whoever's outside doesn't hear you as you approach. If they're a scammer, they'll leave if it seems like no one's home.
But with one look through the peephole, you blow your cover with a loud gasp when you catch sight of a familiar figure turning away.
"Hi!" you say quickly, trying to keep your voice light like you didn't just fumble with the lock and doorknob for five seconds before nearly tearing the door off its hinges.
The corners of Iwaizumi's lips quirk upwards when he sees you and starts walking back. "Hey, I thought no one was home."
"Well, we're home! Uh, grandma's home, cuz this is her home. I'm just here—"
"Is that Hajime?!" Your grandma's lively voice comes from behind you suddenly, causing you to flinch. "How are you, my dear?"
"I'm fine, granny, Merry Christmas!" He gives her a wave, but she pushes past you and steps out onto the porch in her slippers to trap him in a hug.
"Come inside! We're cooking up a feast!"
"Sorry, I can't," he gives her an apologetic smile, "we're about to go to my grandpa's for dinner."
"Then come over after!" She gives him a pat on the shoulder before jabbing a thumb towards you. "She makes the best tiramisu, you have to try it."
You shrug. "I mean, it's just tiramisu—"
"I'll see if I can, if it's not too late," he assures her, his eyes flashing to you quickly before he nods as she starts scolding him for not wearing a thicker jacket or a hat.
"Anyway," he interrupts gently, handing her the larger of the two gift bags he has in hand, "this is for you, from my parents."
She huffs, a little flustered by the unexpected gift. "Tell them thank you, and to come over for tea some time."
"I will—"
"And you too!" she says sternly, with a slap to his arm. "You never come over anymore! You know how often she visits me?"
"I'm your grandchild, he's not," you add, trying to save Iwaizumi from an unneeded lecture.
"At least come to say hi to her, she needs friends."
"Grandma!"
Fortunately, a timer dings from the kitchen.
"Oh! The beef! Alright, I'll let you go," she waves him away as she shuffles back into the house. "Say hi to your parents for me! Merry Christmas!"
"Merry Christmas granny!" he calls after her before looking at you, chuckling when he sees the mortified expression you can't hide.
"I'm sorry."
"It's all good," he laughs. "She's always like that."
"Fortunately and unfortunately," you shake your head. "Well, you shouldn't stay any longer or she actually try to kidnap you."
"Right," he shudders in pretend fear. "Oh, this is for you," he says, handing you the other gift bag.
Your brows raise in delight. "Aw, thanks! Tell your parents they didn't have to."
"Well, it's from me."
An undignified hah? comes out of your mouth before you can stop it.
He laughs. "Merry Christmas."
"But I didn't get you anything," you blurt out.
"It's fine," he waves a hand. "Just save me some tiramisu."
"I'll save you the center piece."
"Sounds good." Iwaizumi shoves his hands in his pockets, and with his cheeks and ears flushed now, he's probably regretting not choosing a warmer jacket like your grandma said. "I'll see you around."
You nod a little too earnestly, but he doesn't seem to think anything of it as he turns with a little wave and starts down the walkway.
Then, he stops. And after a few seconds, he makes his way back to the door where you're watching curiously as he approaches almost sheepishly.
"So..."
"So?" you tease.
"About you...needing friends..." he trails off, casting his gaze to the side like he'll find whatever he wants to say there.
Your cheeks warm with the reminder of the embarrassing moment. "You don't have to listen to her."
"I know." He takes his phone out of his pocket and unlocks the screen before turning it to you.
"Wanna give me your number?"
You can't help your jaw dropping at the request.
"So we can...you know..." He scratches the back of his head like he's thinking hard about how to justify himself. "You can let me know whenever you're here and I can come over."
"Right," you say slowly, taking his phone.
"Or if you ever wanna hang out not at your grandma's house, that'd be cool too. Nothing against your grandma, of course, but..."
You grin as he trails off with a shrug.
"I think she'd be totally fine with that," you laugh, before clearing your throat, "and, um, so would I."
You catch him glance at you before you return your attention to his screen and tap out the digits of your phone number on the message composition screen. You try not to giggle when the slow breath he exhales forms a puffy cloud of steam in front of his lips.
"Merry Christmas to you," you joke when you return his phone.
"Yeah," he laughs, "Merry Christmas to me indeed."
You exchange farewells again, and Iwaizumi watches as you retreat into your grandma's house with a small smile as you close the door softly on him, grinning to himself when the lock clicks and he hears a muffled shout of finally! followed by the familiar whine of grandma! after.
sfw. fluff. f!reader. some christmas magic with our grandma's neighbour.
You're reaching for a stack of salad bowls from the top shelf of a cupboard when the doorbell rings.
"Ah? Who's that?" your grandma wonders behind you.
"Hold on, I'll get it," you insist, not because you know who's at the door, but because scammers and solicitors have been rampant all year-round, and they're probably not taking time off for the holidays.
You hand your grandma the bowl she asked for and return the rest of the stack to the shelf before you slide off the kitchen counter. "Stay here," you tell her before you dash away.
You slow as you near the door, trying to be as quiet as possible so whoever's outside doesn't hear you as you approach. If they're a scammer, they'll leave if it seems like no one's home.
But with one look through the peephole, you blow your cover with a loud gasp when you catch sight of a familiar figure turning away.
"Hi!" you say quickly, trying to keep your voice light like you didn't just fumble with the lock and doorknob for five seconds before nearly tearing the door off its hinges.
The corners of Iwaizumi's lips quirk upwards when he sees you and starts walking back. "Hey, I thought no one was home."
"Well, we're home! Uh, grandma's home, cuz this is her home. I'm just here—"
"Is that Hajime?!" Your grandma's lively voice comes from behind you suddenly, causing you to flinch. "How are you, my dear?"
"I'm fine, granny, Merry Christmas!" He gives her a wave, but she pushes past you and steps out onto the porch in her slippers to trap him in a hug.
"Come inside! We're cooking up a feast!"
"Sorry, I can't," he gives her an apologetic smile, "we're about to go to my grandpa's for dinner."
"Then come over after!" She gives him a pat on the shoulder before jabbing a thumb towards you. "She makes the best tiramisu, you have to try it."
You shrug. "I mean, it's just tiramisu—"
"I'll see if I can, if it's not too late," he assures her, his eyes flashing to you quickly before he nods as she starts scolding him for not wearing a thicker jacket or a hat.
"Anyway," he interrupts gently, handing her the larger of the two gift bags he has in hand, "this is for you, from my parents."
She huffs, a little flustered by the unexpected gift. "Tell them thank you, and to come over for tea some time."
"I will—"
"And you too!" she says sternly, with a slap to his arm. "You never come over anymore! You know how often she visits me?"
"I'm your grandchild, he's not," you add, trying to save Iwaizumi from an unneeded lecture.
"At least come to say hi to her, she needs friends."
"Grandma!"
Fortunately, a timer dings from the kitchen.
"Oh! The beef! Alright, I'll let you go," she waves him away as she shuffles back into the house. "Say hi to your parents for me! Merry Christmas!"
"Merry Christmas granny!" he calls after her before looking at you, chuckling when he sees the mortified expression you can't hide.
"I'm sorry."
"It's all good," he laughs. "She's always like that."
"Fortunately and unfortunately," you shake your head. "Well, you shouldn't stay any longer or she actually try to kidnap you."
"Right," he shudders in pretend fear. "Oh, this is for you," he says, handing you the other gift bag.
Your brows raise in delight. "Aw, thanks! Tell your parents they didn't have to."
"Well, it's from me."
An undignified hah? comes out of your mouth before you can stop it.
He laughs. "Merry Christmas."
"But I didn't get you anything," you blurt out.
"It's fine," he waves a hand. "Just save me some tiramisu."
"I'll save you get the center piece."
"Sounds good." Iwaizumi shoves his hands in his pockets, and with his cheeks and ears flushed now, he's probably regretting not choosing a warmer jacket like your grandma said. "I'll see you around."
You nod a little too earnestly, but he doesn't seem to think anything of it as he turns with a little wave and starts down the walkway.
Then, he stops. And after a few seconds, he makes his way back to the door where you're watching curiously as he approaches almost sheepishly.
"So..."
"So?" you tease.
"About you...needing friends..." he trails off, casting his gaze to the side like he'll find whatever he wants to say there.
Your cheeks warm with the reminder of the embarrassing moment. "You don't have to listen to her."
"I know." He takes his phone out of his pocket and unlocks the screen before turning it to you.
"Wanna give me your number?"
You can't help your jaw dropping at the request.
"So we can...you know..." He scratches the back of his head like he's thinking hard about how to justify himself. "You can let me know whenever you're here and I can come over."
"Right," you say slowly, taking his phone.
"Or if you ever wanna hang out not at your grandma's house, that'd be cool too. Nothing against your grandma, of course, but..."
You grin as he trails off with a shrug.
"I think she'd be totally fine with that," you laugh, before clearing your throat, "and, um, so would I."
You catch him glance at you before you return your attention to his screen and tap out the digits of your phone number on the message composition screen. You try not to giggle when the slow breath he exhales forms a puffy cloud of steam in front of his lips.
"Merry Christmas to you," you joke when you return his phone.
"Yeah," he laughs, "Merry Christmas to me indeed."
You exchange farewells again, and Iwaizumi watches as you retreat into your grandma's house with a small smile as you close the door softly on him, grinning to himself when the lock clicks and he hears a muffled shout of finally! followed by the familiar whine of grandma! after.
sfw. fluff. f!reader. some christmas magic with our grandma's neighbour.
You're reaching for a stack of salad bowls from the top shelf of the cupboard when the doorbell rings.
"Ah? Who's that?" your grandma wonders behind you.
"Hold on, I'll get it," you insist, not because you know who's at the door, but because scammers and solicitors have been rampant all year round, and they're probably not taking time off for the holidays.
You hand your grandma the bowl she asked for and return the rest of the stack to the shelf before you slide off the kitchen counter. "Stay here," you tell her before you dash away.
You slow as you near the door, trying to be as quiet as possible so whoever's outside doesn't hear you as you approach. If they're a scammer, they'll leave if it seems like no one's home.
But with one look through the peephole, you blow your cover with a loud gasp when you catch sight of a familiar figure turning away.
"Hi!" you say quickly, trying to keep your voice light like you didn't just fumble with the lock and doorknob for five seconds before nearly tearing the door off its hinges.
The corners of Iwaizumi's lips quirk upwards when he sees you and starts walking back. "Hey, I thought no one was home."
"Well, we're home! Uh, grandma's home, cuz this is her home. I'm just here—"
"Is that Hajime?!" Your grandma's lively voice comes from behind you suddenly, causing you to flinch. "How are you, my dear?"
"I'm fine, granny, Merry Christmas!" He gives her a wave, but she pushes past you and steps out onto the porch in her slippers to trap him in a hug.
"Come inside! We're cooking up a feast!"
"Sorry, I can't," he gives her an apologetic smile, "we're about to go to my grandpa's for dinner."
"Then come over after!" She gives him a pat on the shoulder before jabbing a thumb towards you. "She makes the best tiramisu, you have to try it."
You shrug. "I mean, it's just tiramisu—"
"I'll see if I can, if it's not too late," he assures her, his eyes flashing to you quickly before he nods as she starts scolding him for not wearing a thicker jacket or a hat.
"Anyway," he interrupts gently, handing her the larger of the two gift bags he has in hand, "this is for you, from my parents."
She huffs, a little flustered by the unexpected gift. "Tell them thank you, and to come over for tea some time."
"I will—"
"And you too!" she says sternly, with a slap to his arm. "You never come over anymore! You know how often she visits me?"
"I'm your grandchild, he's not," you add, trying to save Iwaizumi from an unneeded lecture.
"At least come to say hi to her, she needs friends."
"Grandma!"
Fortunately, a timer dings from the kitchen.
"Oh! The beef! Alright, I'll let you go," she waves him away as she shuffles back into the house. "Say hi to your parents for me! Merry Christmas!"
"Merry Christmas granny!" he calls after her before looking at you, chuckling when he sees the mortified expression you can't hide.
"I'm sorry."
"It's all good," he laughs. "She's always like that."
"Fortunately and unfortunately," you shake your head. "Well, you shouldn't stay any longer or she actually try to kidnap you."
"Right," he shudders in pretend fear. "Oh, this is for you," he says, handing you the other gift bag.
Your brows raise in delight. "Aw, thanks! Tell your parents they didn't have to."
"Well, it's from me."
An undignified hah? comes out of your mouth before you can stop it.
He laughs. "Merry Christmas."
"But I didn't get you anything," you blurt out.
"It's fine," he waves a hand. "Just save me some tiramisu."
"I'll save you the center piece."
"Sounds good." Iwaizumi shoves his hands in his pockets, and with his cheeks and ears flushed now, he's probably regretting not choosing a warmer jacket like your grandma said. "I'll see you around."
You nod a little too earnestly, but he doesn't seem to think anything of it as he turns with a little wave and starts down the walkway.
Then, he stops. And after a few seconds, he makes his way back to the door where you're watching curiously as he approaches almost sheepishly.
"So..."
"So?" you tease.
"About you...needing friends..." he trails off, casting his gaze to the side like he'll find whatever he wants to say there.
Your cheeks warm with the reminder of the embarrassing moment. "You don't have to listen to her."
"I know." He takes his phone out of his pocket and unlocks the screen before turning it to you.
"Wanna give me your number?"
You can't help your jaw dropping at the request.
"So we can...you know..." He scratches the back of his head like he's thinking hard about how to justify himself. "You can let me know whenever you're here and I can come over."
"Right," you say slowly, taking his phone.
"Or if you ever wanna hang out not at your grandma's house, that'd be cool too. Nothing against your grandma, of course, but..."
You grin as he trails off with a shrug.
"I think she'd be totally fine with that," you laugh, before clearing your throat, "and, um, so would I."
You catch him glance at you before you return your attention to his screen and tap out the digits of your phone number on the message composition screen. You try not to giggle when the slow breath he exhales forms a puffy cloud of steam in front of his lips.
"Merry Christmas to you," you joke when you return his phone.
"Yeah," he laughs, "Merry Christmas to me indeed."
You exchange farewells again, and Iwaizumi watches as you retreat into your grandma's house with a small smile as you close the door softly on him, grinning to himself when the lock clicks and he hears a muffled shout of finally! followed by the familiar whine of grandma! after.
sfw. fluff. f!reader. characters are adults. thinking about neighbour!iwaizumi — but hold on, he's not your neighbour. (banner by @cafekitsune !)
your grandmother lives on the other side of town; not too far away — it's only about a fifteen-minute drive — but far enough for you and your parents to regularly worry about her since she's on her own ever since your grandpa passed away. she insists she's capable, and you have yet to see any evidence showing otherwise. she does her grocery shopping on her own, tends to her impressive veggie garden every other day in the summer, and manages all her house chores better than you.
but when you wake up to the blinding gleam of snow on your neighbour's rooftop outside your bedroom window, your first worry is that she's going to attempt to shovel her driveway on her own.
leaping out of bed, you call her while pulling on your warmest clothes, wishing her a good morning with a do NOT shovel the snow, i'm on my way! there's laughter in her voice as she reassures you that she won't in that grandmotherly way that makes you believe her.
so you feel very betrayed when you pull up to her house and see that her driveway is clean. she's poking her head through the front door with a grin like she's proud of her handiwork, but before you can scold her for not listening to you, she pushes a cookie tin into your arms.
"it was the neighbour's boy!" she waves to shoo away your shocked expression. "take this to him for me, will you? and tell him to come over for tea!"
relieved, but also in mild disbelief that your grandma didn't even invite you into the house first, you trudge over to the neighbours', turning the cookie tin in your hands to make sure it's actually a sealed tin of cookies, not a tin of sewing supplies.
come to think of it, you don't think you've ever met her neighbours. she once told you that a family lives next door — a mom, a dad and their son — a boy, from what she said just now. it's not uncommon for the neighbourhood kids to offer shovelling services to supplement their weekly allowances in the wintertime, so you're fully prepared for a kid to come to the door when you ring the doorbell.
not a man.
you probably look hilariously lost for a few seconds before you come to your wits. "uh, did you shovel my grandma's driveway?"
he raises a brow and for a moment you're horrified by the possibility that you've come to the wrong house, until his confusion dissipates. "oh, yeah. this morning."
you hold the cookie tin out stiffly. "she thanks you. i mean, i'm thanking you too but these are from her. to thank you. for that."
he puts a hand on the tin, gently pushing it towards you which thankfully stops you from adding anymore redundant sentence fragments. "no worries, she doesn't have to give me anything."
"oh," you say, your brain lagging for a moment. "but she insists."
"it's fine," he shakes his head, "tell her it's payback for all the fresh tomatoes she gives my parents in the summer."
you briefly consider letting him win, but your grandma will not let you hear the end of it if you returned with her gift rejected.
"then these are from me," you say, arms outstretched far enough to hold it to his abdomen. "i usually have to shovel for her so, thank you for doing that."
the way he slowly takes the tin from you sends you into a mini spiral of panic for maybe coming off as being pushy. then he gives you a small smile that briefly makes you consider moving in with your grandmother.
"you're welcome. say hi to her for me."
"actually!" you yelp, suddenly recovering enough sense to remember the other thing your grandma told you. "she asked for you to come over."
he tilts his head curiously and you get the feeling he's about to reject her invitation.
"HAJIME!"
you both jump at the sound of your grandma's shrill holler from her porch.
"grandma," you groan — the crazy lady is outside without a coat! — at the same time hot — er, hajime — calls, "hi granny!"
"i made tea!" she waves to him, selectively ignoring your frown. "come over!"
"are you sure?" he laughs, hand rubbing the back of his neck. it's sweet how friendly he is with her. "your granddaughter's here, so you should spend time with her."
"exactly! you should come over and spend time with her too! she doesn't have a boyfriend!"
an undignified grunt leaves your throat. "grandma!!" you whine, feeling a rush of heat flood your cheeks as you give her another look. for heaven's sake, if she wanted to set you up with her neighbours' hot son, she could've at least told you so you wouldn't have run out of house dressed like a potato, and be more subtle about it!
but he chuckles behind you, and when you turn, his eyes catch yours.
"is your granddaughter okay with that?" he calls loud enough for her to hear but you know the question is for you.
"you don't have to," you whisper.
"that's not what i asked," he smirks. his voice is low only for you to hear and knowing that makes your cheeks flush even more, it might melt the last few functioning brain cells in your skull.
so you nod once shyly, then a second time when you're brave enough to look him in the eyes again, when he gives you a look for confirmation.
