Message: I feel like I need to apologize for this because it’s not the Best thing I’ve written. But I hope you still like it a little bit! Merry Christmas Annie, hope you have a great one!
i.
Iwaizumi’s third date with Oikawa is a plain, old-fashioned movie date, accompanied by a disgusting amount of popcorn, soda, and candy, in a theater that is practically empty, save a rather noisy family of seven sitting at the very front. Oikawa grabs Iwaizumi’s hand the instant they enter the theater and drags him all the way to the back row, where he decidedly takes a seat in the very center, while Iwaizumi hovers awkwardly, trying to balance the bags of food bunched up in his arms. When he finally sits down, Oikawa instantly reaches for one of the bags of popcorn Iwaizumi had been carefully cradling in his arms.
“Hey, Oika—”
“Shh, Iwa-chan!” Oikawa slaps his hand across Iwaizumi’s mouth. “The movie’s starting, we have to be quiet.”
“What are you doing?” Iwaizumi splutters out, moving Oikawa’s hand off him. Oikawa shoots him a grin and turns back to the screen, leaving Iwaizumi part dumbfounded, part confused.
The lights fade slowly, the curtain begins to part, the music starts, and Oikawa and Iwaizumi settle further into their seats, shifting their full attention to the screen. Oikawa shoves food into his mouth by the handful, whereas Iwaizumi picks at it occasionally, choosing to focus more on the epic journey the hero of the movie embarks on with his trusted companions. Below them, one of the children lets out a shrill shriek, ignoring the frantic words of her mother.
The movie, in Iwaizumi’s opinion, is possibly one of the worst things he has ever had the horror of sitting through. They’re only an hour in when Iwaizumi’s eyelids begin to droop. Biting back a yawn, he straightens back up in his seat, and rubs his eyes. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Oikawa shift towards him.
“Hey, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa says, leaning in to whisper into Iwaizumi’s ear. “This movie sucks.”
“Yeah, it really does,” Iwaizumi says, ignoring Oikawa’s proximity. “We could leave, if you wanted.”
“Nah, I have a better idea,” Oikawa says, and there’s something in his voice that makes Iwaizumi shiver and tilt his head to face Oikawa.
“Yeah?” Iwaizumi asks, warmth rushing to his face at how close they are, at how close their hands are, at how close their lips are.
“Hey, Iwa-chan,” Oikawa says, and Iwaizumi can feel his breath ghosting over his lips. “Do you want me to stop?”
Iwaizumi shakes his head, watching carefully as Oikawa inches forward, slightly. Reflexively, Iwaizumi leans in to close the gap, pressing his lips against Oikawa’s, his hand hovering over Oikawa’s face, unsure of where to rest.
Oikawa shifts, taking Iwaizumi’s hand into his and placing it on his cheek, and deepens the kiss, his hand reaching forward to grab onto Iwaizumi’s collar.
In the end, Oikawa is the first to pull away, and he does so with a small smile on his lips. “Your lips are really chapped, Iwa-chan.”
Iwaizumi blinks. “Your mouth tastes like butter.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“It was disgusting,” Iwaizumi says, pulling Oikawa back. “Let’s do it again.”
ii.
Sunlight filters through the dense, heavy curtains, illuminating the floating specks of floating dust, leaving a thin streak of light right over Oikawa’s eyes. He glances over at the clock that reads 07:00 in bold, red digits and groans, rolling onto his stomach. He kicks his legs to remove the tangled mess of blankets covering him and shifts to face Iwaizumi, whose eyes are fluttering, mouth slightly open, and a streak of drool gracing his chin.
“Iwa-chan,” Oikawa whispers, poking at his cheek. “Wake up, I’m bored.”
Iwaizumi shifts slightly, but makes no sign of getting up.
Sighing, Oikawa softly slaps Iwaizumi’s cheek. “Hey,” he says, a little louder. “Iwa-chaaan, I’m so bored.”
This time, Iwaizumi cracks open an eye and glares at Oikawa. “What the hell do you want?” He asks, voice groggy with sleep.
“Nothing much,” Oikawa says, leaning forward to nuzzle at Iwaizumi’s cheek.
“Ugh.” Iwaizumi turns again, facing his back to Oikawa and pulling the blanket closer to himself. “Let me sleep, asshole.”
“Ahh but,” Oikawa says, a whining lilt to his voice. He leans over, brushing his lips against the shell of Iwaizumi’s ear. “I’m so bored, Hajime. You should entertain me.”
“Entertain yourself,” Iwaizumi grumbles, voice muffled against the pillow.
“Oh?” Oikawa leans back, a playful lilt rising to his voice. “Iwa-chan, I hope you don’t think that I wouldn’t do just that.”
Iwaizumi groans and rolls over again, this time to face Oikawa. “Literally what could you possibly want at seven in the fucking morning?”
Oikawa shrugs. “A lot of things. The question is what do you want at seven in the morning, Iwa-chan?”
“I want you to let me sleep.” Iwaizumi deadpans.
“Okay.” Oikawa shrugs.
“Wait, what.”
“You can sleep if you want to, Iwa-chan!”
Iwaizumi shoots him a disbelieving look. “Did you really wake me up, just to tell me that I could sleep?”
Oikawa grins at him, cheeky and bright, and wriggles himself into resting his head on Iwaizumi’s chest. “Yep,” he said, grabbing Iwaizumi’s hands and wrapping them around his own waist. “Sleep well, Hajime.” Craning his neck, Oikawa places a soft kiss to Iwaizumi’s lips, ignoring his stuttered words.
iii.
A week or so into their third month at university, Iwaizumi takes a weekend to go back home and visit his family.
“You should come too,” Iwaizumi had suggested.
“Nah,” Oikawa had said, shrugging. “I’ve got a bunch of tests that week, I need the time to study.”
“Suit yourself,” and with that Iwaizumi had disappeared for the weekend for an entire weekend, leaving Oikawa to wallow in his disgusting self-pity. When Sunday night finally comes around and the door clicks open with Iwaizumi’s return, Oikawa finds himself perched on their bed, clad in minimal clothing, with a book in one hand and a pencil in the other.
“Welcome back,” Oikawa shouts, not budging from the bed.
“Thanks,” Iwaizumi responds.
Oikawa hears him shuffle around the apartment for before finally coming into the room. But when he does, in that instant, Oikawa’s world narrows down to the sight before him, everything else fading into nothingness.
“What are you looking at?” Iwaizumi asks, dropping off his stuff by the bed.
“Since when do you wear glasses?” Oikawa asks, placing his book down.
Iwaizumi shrugs and sits down on the edge of his bed to get his shoes off. “Just this weekend. My eyesight’s been getting worse by the day, so I figured why not.”
Oikawa sets his pencil down next to his book and crawls over to Iwaizumi, setting down next to him on his elbows and looking up at his face. “Huh,” he says. “You look different.”
Iwaizumi turns to him, eyebrows raised. “Do you not like it?”
“Oh no,” Oikawa runs his hand along Iwaizumi’s thigh. “I’m very, very fond of them actually.” He runs his hand along the hem of Iwaizumi’s shirt. “In fact, Iwa-chan, you should let me,” he slips his finger under the shirt. “Show you how fond I am.”
“Ah, um, okay.” Iwaizumi flushes. “Just let me—give me a second to—let me take off my gl—”
omg talking about mlp made me remember that when I was really into mlp bought I ticket to this mlp con that cost like $50 and then I didn't even go to the con because I lost my interest in mlp
LIFE STORY:Opening Credits: Young Volcanoes by Fall Out BoyWaking Up: Wannabe by Spice GirlsFirst Day At School: Safety Dance by Men Without HatsFalling In Love: Hey Ya by Outcast!Fight Song: Work This Out by High School Musical CastBreaking Up: Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick AstleyLife’s OK: Sight of The Sun by Fun.Getting Back Together: Beyond by Daft PunkWedding: Light a Roman Candle With Me by Fun.Birth of Child: The Hamsterdance Song by Hampton the Hamster
Final Battle: Beat it by Fall Out Boy ft John MayerDeath Scene: Kids of the Future by the Jonas BrothersFuneral Song: It's Not Unusual by Tom JonesEnd Credits: Face to Face by Daft Punk
im so sorry for my taste in music but also enjoy this gold
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