oh shit i’m so sorry the request I sent it was so unclear I was just a little bit too excited when i sent it in :( let me try this again. Engaged!Iwaoi are setup with an additional person in their relationship by their parents for whatever reason. It wouldn’t really be a problem, if not for their best friend (reader) having feelings for them. So then new fiancé befriends reader, and she see reader’s heart break because her Iwaoi are too blind to see that it should be reader in her place.
This seriously took such a long time and I’m sorry for that :( Hope you like it though whew!
His eyes were tired and worn, his entire being appearing to be spent. “I don’t know what to do here, mom. Things lately just haven’t been…working with us. I don’t know how to explain it, it just hasn’t been the same with us,” Iwaizumi explained with a large exhale, resting his head in his hands as he sat across the table from the woman. “Not working” was a very simple way to put how things how things had been going between Iwaizumi and his fiance recently. Nonstop fighting, unending tension, ceaseless friction. Whatever it was that was happening between Iwaizumi and Oikawa, neither of them seemed to know how to fix it. So this is where he was now, sitting across from his mother, pleading for guidance.
For a short while, all he got from his mother was a small hum of acknowledgment, the woman calmly tapping her fingers against the table as she seemed to contemplate. “Ah,” she finally spoke, smiling satisfactorily. “Sometimes, when a relationship goes through a dip, especially in engagements like these, they add a third party. You’d be surprised how common it is,” these words came out of the woman’s mouth with ease, his mother speaking as if this would without effort solve all of his issues. Iwaizumi looked up at her in surprise, his eyebrows raised and his mouth agape, “A third party? How can you just suggest that as if that would easily fix everything? How can you suggest that as if it’s that easy to just find a third party? Whatever that means, anyway.” His mother merely smiled, waving off her son’s frustration, “Hajime, calm yourself. Listen, just think it over. Give yourself time to consider it and then bring it up to Tooru. He’ll say yes, I promise you. Just think about it.” There was a silence that settled between the mother and her son, an uncomfortable one at that. “Oh, and, about finding someone for it, don’t worry about that. I’ll have it figured out,” she added, her sly looking smile widening slightly.
Iwaizumi’s defence softened a little, as he didn’t want to fight his mother on this, at least not again. He leaned back in his chair, now looking out the window as he mumbled a soft, “I don’t know.”
Time passed, and everything went as planned. At least, everything went as his mother planned. Oikawa agreed to the idea, much to Iwaizumi’s surprise, and then life went on as it always did, just there now being a third in the relationship. It wasn’t as hard to adjust to this as the male had initially thought it would have been. In fact, things did seem to settle between the couple, the tension slowly easing away. Maybe his mother was on the right track, after all.
However, there was only one issue left; and that was introducing her to you. Iwaizumi couldn’t say exactly why he found the idea of telling you so hard to handle. Was it because you would judge him for now being in a poly relationship? No, it couldn’t be that, he knew you wouldn’t say or even think anything like that. He couldn’t put his finger on just what was holding him back from telling you, but something in the thought of telling you stopped him, making him feel unsettled.
However, he couldn’t think about this for very long because he looked up as he heard the cafe door jingle, watching walk in and start looking for your close friends. Out of reaction, Iwaizumi grabbed both his lovers’ hands, squeezing them slightly, taking a moment before he called out your name to grab your attention.
As you began your walk over to the table, you couldn’t help but feel confused. There was a third person with them today, which, in truth, has rarely ever happened anytime you’ve met with the two of your friends. “Who’s this?” you asked as you sat down across from them. Looking more closely at the group now, you did in fact notice something strange. They were sitting awfully close to one another, and while Oikawa and the girl seemed to be just fine, Iwaizumi appeared to be nervous, very nervous. After a long time of neither Iwaizumi or the girl speaking, you turned your attention to Oikawa and quirked your eyebrow upwards in a silent question. “We were having some problems in our relationship and we realized that maybe we needed another party. Iwa-chan’s mom found her,” Oikawa answered rather bluntly, causing Iwaizumi to lightly kick the brunette in the shin, mumbling something about him not having to be so blunt.
Your eyes widened in dismay, right away beginning to feel your heart race while you processed the situation. Just as soon, however, you calmed yourself down and took a deep breath. You looked over to the girl, putting on a smile, “And what’s your name?”
“Nakamura Himari. And yours?”
As you gave her your name, you reached your hand out to shake hers, smiling friendly, “Nice to meet you.”
Though you were smiling, you could feel your throat dry and your heart’s pace pick up even further. Abruptly, you excused yourself to the bathroom, again with that artificial grin of yours. Only after your closed the stall door behind you did your smile finally fade as you slouched against the door, exhaling slowly. ‘Even when they’re searching for someone else, it still couldn’t have been me, huh,’ you thought, bitterness lacing itself in these words. You felt yourself calm down as you purposely slowed your breathing, trying to steady the rapid beating in your chest and the knots forming in your stomach. You were relaxed now, thankfully. However, along with this calmness came a heavier heartache than before as you fully thought over just what was happening. ‘No, I guess it never could have been me.’
Weeks went by and you saw this new girl much more frequently. And surprisingly, and a little unfortunately, she’d grown on you. As you got to know Nakamura further, you came to realize she wasn’t half bad. Well, you didn’t really ever doubt that she was in the first place. She eventually became what you would actually call a friend, one that you could say that might have hung out more often than even Iwaizumi and Oikawa themselves. You two being friends didn’t ease the secret uncomfort that hid inside you every time you saw her, though. Every time you saw her talking with the two men, you always felt twinges of regret, and a little bit of envy. You’d always hoped that it would be you in her shoes, afterall.
However, if there was one thing above all about this new friend that bugged you, it would have to be that she was too damn perceptive.
The park had become the two of yours’ usual ‘hang out spot’. And today, like most, you were meeting up with Nakamura. Interrupting your thoughts, she sat right next to you on the bench, not even greeting you with a hello before she spoke, “I called you here because I wanted to talk to you about something. Something that you might not want to really talk about.” To this, your eyebrows raised upwards as you looked at her in question. However, that confusion seemed to clear after she spoke once more, “It’s about Oikawa and Iwaizumi.”
“Well, what is it?” you spoke, your voice faintly shaking, giving a nervous laugh in an attempt to ease your friend’s seriousness. Right away noticing your unsteadiness, she clicked her tongue and shook her head in disapproval. “I think you know what it is,” she started and adjusted her position to be seated closer to you, “You think I haven’t noticed?” You looked away from her face by turning your head to stare out at the children playing in the playground while you suddenly and rather honestly commented, “You and I both know I’m not going to openly admit it myself, so you might as well get to the punchline.”
“Fine,” she huffed, huffing lightly at your stubbornness before she lightened up once more and finally said, “You’re in love with them.”
For a while, all you could do was return her observation with silence, your appearance seeming calm but your heart tugging violently. Eventually, you gave a nod, so small that you wouldn’t have been shocked if she didn’t even see it. It was always hard to admit things like these. You didn’t want to face the reality of it all; You were in love with a couple that seemed to be simply out of your reach. It hurt to acknowledge something like this, let alone to their fiance, of all people. “Yeah,” you said, no louder than a whisper while you casted your eyes downwards, pursing your lips. Very suddenly, you gave a small, soft laugh. There was no humor in this situation, none at all, just you trying once more to hide away from your grief behind these artificial acts of amusement, “There’s nothing you don’t notice, is there?” The girl decided to ignore your comment because she pushed on, “Why didn’t you say something? You had so much time.”
“I was scared, and I still am. Plus, that’s in the past now. Your wedding’s in, what, a week? There’s nothing I can do about it at this point, so I guess I’ll just have to go on living with it, as I always have,” you still hadn’t lifted your eyes to meet hers, you couldn’t find the strength to as you tried to just focus on pushing down the tears that were fighting so hard to flow out of your eyes. You felt a hand rest on your back, rubbing up and down along the now tense muscles. And with that, the wall you’ve spent time building then shattered, causing the tears to flow as freely as they wanted to. You hunched over further, your entire body shaking as you cried. There was no point in controlling yourself or hiding your feelings anymore, it was out in the open and you no longer had anywhere to hide from it as you always had. Without realizing it, you shifted your position to where you were now leaning onto Nakamura, her hand going through your hair calmingly. Several moments passed and tears could no longer leave your eyes, but you continued to quietly sob out, your face hidden in her shoulder. You knew this was probably the last person you should have been doing this with, but you couldn’t care anymore. She was willing to be there for you, and you were going to take any consolation you could get.
You couldn’t tell how long it took you to calm down, but eventually, you did. Finally, you sat upwards to look Nakamura in the face, wiping away the evidence of your previous bawling. “I have to ask you something,” you said, to which she just nodded.
“Not really. I’m just doing what my mom told me to do,” these words didn’t surprise either of you, yet you gave another small, breathy laugh at the entire situation in general. “This sucks,” you commented miserably, leaning against your friend with your head on her shoulders. Nakamura suddenly sat upwards, looking at you with dramatic exasperation, “You’re telling me? Try being the ultimate third wheel to a marriage.”
You both were laughing together, you still wiping your tears away and she now rolling her eyes. Anyone who knew the situation you two were in would have looked at the two of you as if you were crazy while you now joked and laughed about the entire issue. Maybe it was the effect of all the numbness you’ve tried to hold towards the whole thing. Maybe it was just you going crazy. What exactly it was that caused this, you didn’t know. But you did know that no laughing could cease the ache that lasted and settled itself in your chest everytime you would watch the three of them all together, somehow feeling further away from them than an actual outsider.
“Do they love you?” you asked abruptly, which put an end to Nakamura’s giggling. After a long pause of thought, which you couldn’t help to think was more for dramatic effect than anything else, she answered, “No, I don’t really think so.” Out of mental exhaustion, you threw your head back and leaned against the bench, sighing loudly, “So I guess no one ended up happy in this reality.” Nakamura merely hummed as she leaned back with you, suddenly searching for your hand. She grasped your hand tightly once she found it and mumbled quietly, “No, I guess not. I’m sorry.”
For quite some time, the two of you just sat there, watching the sky and the clouds glide by slowly. Your already closed eyes scrunched in frustration as you mumbled quietly to yourself, “What am I gonna do?” You could feel the energy drain out from you, both physically and mentally. You sat there in silence, now very exhausted, sitting alongside who seemed to be a companion with you in this misfortune.
