#iwazumi fluff

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: ̗̀➛ Summary: Unable to carry the weight of the defeat alone, he crumbles in the arms of the one person who has always been his anchor.

: ̗̀➛ Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x reader

: ̗̀➛ WC: 2k

: ̗̀➛ Genre: Angst/comfort, romance, fluff

: ̗̀➛ A/N: I knew Mexico's loss in the World Cup had a familiar feeling to it...

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The gym smelled like sweat, floor wax, and the metallic tang of pure adrenaline.

"Iwa-chan! Look at me, I’m being deep and brooding!"

Oikawa stood in the middle of the locker room, dramatically draping his arm across his forehead and slumping against the lockers. Matsukawa immediately pulled out his phone to take a picture, while Hanamaki unceremoniously dropped a towel over Oikawa's head.

"Shut up, Trashykawa," Iwaizumi snapped, not even looking up as he meticulously re-laced his left sneaker. His fingers tied the double-knot with fierce, practiced precision. "If you put half as much energy into your serves today as you do into being annoying, Shiratorizawa won't stand a chance."

"So mean!" Oikawa whined, whipping the towel off his head. But behind the theatrical pouting, his eyes were sharp. "Besides, I don't need to worry. My ace is going to crush them, right?"

Iwaizumi finally looked up, his dark eyes locking onto Oikawa's. A quiet, unspoken understanding passed between them. three years of bruised knees, late-night practice sets, and shared dreams crushed down into a single look.

"Damn right I am," Iwaizumi grunted.

"You guys better not choke," Matsukawa grinned, stretching his long arms over his head with a loud pop. "I didn't spend three years listening to Oikawa whine about his knee just to lose in the finals."

You leaned against the doorframe, watching the four of them bicker. It was their classic, chaotic pre-game routine, but beneath the jokes, the air was vibrating with tension. You stepped into the room, holding out a fresh roll of athletic tape toward Iwaizumi.

He took it, his rough fingers brushing against yours. The fierce, aggressive look on his face softened for just a fraction of a second as he looked up at you.

"You okay?" you asked softly, leaning down so only he could hear.

"Yeah," Iwaizumi said, his voice dropping into that quiet, steady tone he reserved only for you. "Just ready to get out there."

"Good. Because if you lose, I'm not letting you hear the end of it."

A tiny, rare smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "As if I'd give you the satisfaction."

Oikawa leaned over, narrowing his eyes at the two of you. "Hey! No secret romantic pep talks allowed before the game! Iwa-chan needs to save all his passion for my sets!"

"I will literally punch you in the jaw before we even step on the court, Toru," Iwaizumi growled, popping his knuckles, though there was no real venom in it.

Iwaizumi stood up, slinging his jersey over his shoulder. The entire locker room immediately went quiet. The jokey, lighthearted energy evaporated, replaced by the heavy, imposing presence of Aoba Johsai's ace. He looked at every single one of his teammates from the terrified first-years to the three third-years who had bled alongside him for three long years.

"Listen up," Iwaizumi said, his voice echoing off the lockers. "We didn't get here by accident. We worked harder than anyone else. Today, we leave everything on that court. Leave nothing behind."

"Yeah!" Hanamaki shouted, his eyes shining.

Oikawa stepped up next to him, a brilliant, confident smile spreading across his face. "Let's go show Shiratorizawa who owns the court."

Three hours later, the world ended in a single, agonizing referee whistle.

The heavy double doors of the gym slammed shut, cutting off the distant, muffled echoes of the tournament crowd and the overwhelming cheers from the Shiratorizawa side of the stadium. Outside, the night air was biting and cold, a harsh contrast to the suffocating heat of the court you’d just left behind.

You sat on the top step of the back entrance, the cold concrete seeping right through your jeans. You waited. You had seen the look on their faces when the final ball hit the floor. You had watched Makki and Mattsukawa holding back tears, watched Kindaichi sobbing silently into his jersey, and watched Oikawa stand frozen on the court, staring at the scoreboard in utter disbelief.

You knew better than to try talking to them in the locker room right after a match like that.

The door clicked open, spilling a band of yellow light across the pavement.

Iwaizumi stepped out alone. He had his duffel bag slung over one shoulder, his gym jacket zipped up to his chin. His shoulders were set in that familiar, rigid line, the pose of a man stubbornly trying to hold up a collapsing roof all by himself. But his head was hung low, dark spiky hair shielding his eyes.

He didn't notice you at first, turning toward the bus path, until you spoke softly into the quiet night.

"Hajime."

He stopped dead in his tracks. For a second, he looked like he wanted to bolt, to put up his usual wall and say he was fine. But as he turned his head and met your gaze, the sharp, defensive edge in his eyes flickered out, replaced by a raw, hollow exhaustion.

"You shouldn't be out here," he said, his voice gravelly and stripped raw from yelling on the court. "It's freezing. Go wait on the bus."

"I'm not going on the bus without you," you replied gently, standing up and stepping down toward him.

He didn't argue. He just stood there, staring at the pavement between his sneakers, his hands clenched into tight fists inside his jacket pockets. The silence between you stretched, heavy with everything that couldn't be un-done.

"I missed it," he rasped out suddenly, the words bursting out of him like broken glass.

"Hajime—"

"I missed it!" His head snapped up, his jaw set so tight a muscle twitched in his cheek. His dark eyes were glossy, rimmed with a fierce, burning red. "The last spike. Toru set it to me. He trusted me with the entire match, with our last chance... and I couldn't even get it past the block. I choked."

"You didn't choke," you said firmly, closing the distance between you. "You carried the team on your back for three straight sets. You played your heart out."

"It wasn't enough!" he practically shouted, his breath blooming into thick white clouds in the freezing air. "It doesn't matter how hard I hit if we lost, Y/N! It's over. High school is over. Toru, the guys... we're done."

His voice cracked on the last word, the sharp, angry mask cracking wide open.

Without a second thought, you reached out and grabbed the lapels of his jacket, pulling him toward you. He tried to pull back for half a second stubborn to his core, refusing to let anyone see him break but you didn't let go.

"Stop," you whispered, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder. "Just stop holding it all in, Hajime. Please."

That was the breaking point.

A sharp, ragged gasp left his throat, and before he could stop himself, his heavy arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in so tightly it took your breath away. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, his forehead resting heavily against your collarbone.

Then, his shoulders began to shake.

Iwaizumi Hajime, the ace who never flinched, the anchor who pushed everyone else forward, the guy who refused to show weakness, sobbingly broke down against you. His fingers dug into the back of your coat, holding onto you like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.

"I wanted to win so bad," he choked out, his voice entirely broken against your skin. "I wanted to take them to Nationals..."

"I know," you whispered, your own chest aching at the sound of his raw, breathless sobs. You gently ran your fingers through his spiky hair, soothing the tense muscle at the nape of his neck. "I know you did, Hajime. But listen to me, okay?"

He hesitated, but slowly lifted his face just enough, his dark eyes brimming with tears, looking utterly shattered in a way no one else had ever seen.

"You didn't fail anyone," you said softly, cupping his face in your hands, your thumbs wiping away the hot tears spilling down his cheeks. "Not Toru, not the team, and not yourself. You gave them everything you had. You've been carrying the weight of this entire team on your shoulders for three years, Hajime. You're allowed to feel hurt. You're allowed to let go."

He let out a shaky, shuddering breath, his lips trembling as he tried to speak, but you leaned up, pressing your forehead gently against his.

"You are an incredible ace," you murmured, keeping your voice steady and warm, an anchor for him in the middle of his storm. "Nothing about tonight changes that. Not one point, not one block, not one game. I am so, so proud of you. They're proud of you too."

A fresh wave of tears welled in his eyes, but this time, the suffocating guilt seemed to loosen its grip. He pulled you back into him, hiding his face in your shoulder once more, his forehead resting heavily against you.

"I've got you," you whispered, wrapping both arms around him as tightly as you could, pressing a lingering kiss to the side of his head. "I'm right here. Take all the time you need."

You stood together in the shadow of the gymnasium for what felt like hours, the bitter wind howling around you, but neither of you moved. You just held him, absorbing every heavy, shaking breath he took, giving him the one safe place in the world where he didn't have to be strong.

Slowly, the wracking sobs quieted into heavy, steady breathing.

He didn't pull away immediately. Instead, he just rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed, his hot breath fanning across your cheeks. When he finally opened his eyes, the fierce, angry fire was gone and was replaced by a quiet, exhausted gratitude.

"Your jacket is wet now." he muttered softly, his usual rough cadence returning, though softened by a rare, tender warmth.

A faint smile broke on your lips. "I don't care."

He unclasped one of his hands from your waist and brought his large, warm palm up to cup the side of your face. He looked down at you, dark eyes intense and deeply sincere, raw with an absolute certainty that went far beyond volleyball or high school.

"I mean it, Y/N," he rasped out softly, his thumb resting against your cheekbone. "I'm gonna marry you one day."

Your breath caught in your throat, a quiet gasp escaping your lips at the sudden, fierce weight of his words. There was no hesitation in his voice, no flustered embarrassment just pure, immovable resolve.

"Hajime..." you whispered, your heart pounding against your ribs.

"I am," he reaffirmed, his grip on your waist tightening just a fraction, steady and grounding. "So don't you dare think you're getting rid of me."

A soft laugh spilled from your lips, and you leaned up to kiss his lips. "I wouldn't dream of it."

Iwaizumi let out a long, quiet sigh, the last bit of tension finally draining out of his broad frame. He tilted his head down, pressing a firm, lingering kiss to your forehead, letting his lips rest there for a long moment.

"Let's go home," he whispered. And for the first time all night, he let you take his hand and lead the way.

[freewritefanfic]

Marriage Pact

Pairing: Oikawa x Female Reader

Trigger Warning: Cursing and not proof read

Have you ever heard of a marriage pact? No, I am not talking about a betrothal or an arranged marriage. A promise made by two friends that if they are not married by the age of 30, they will marry each other.

That pact was made by Y/N L/N and Toru Oikawa when they were fifteen. An innocent promise sparked after the conversation about marriage. L/N was actually an anti-romantic, and the idea of marriage and finding someone seemed like hard work: too much effort to put in, the fear of heartbreak. L/N only cared about her career and owning a cat. Oikawa, being the romantic popular boy, was shocked that both of his best friends- Iwazumi and Y/N- were against the idea of the union of souls.

“I can’t- pft- I just can’t believe both of you are against marriage,” Oikawa pouted as he tossed his hair.

“It’s not that we don’t support marriage,” Iwazumi explains, sitting up straight. “It’s just we prioritize other things than marriage.”

“Like money and pets.” Y/N chimed in, as she continued to read her book.

“L/N” Oikawa burst out of his chair, standing straight and tall as if he were in the military. “I can understand that Iwazumi can be this shallow, but you, out of all people.”

“Money buys happiness,” Iwazumi mutters, knowing he is adding fuel to the fire of this damn argument.

“Iwa, the saying is money can’t buy happiness.” Oikawa flicks Iwazumi's head. “You big dummy.”

“Okay, money can’t buy happiness, but  a wedding costs a lot.” Y/N looks up at Oikawa. “Think about it, the venue, the ceremony, the food, the dress, the suit, the flowers. Not to mention the rings and signing whatever damn papers for the government."

Oikawa goes quiet for a minute, a sinister grin grows on his face, “So, L/N, you want to die alone.”

“I didn’t say that”. Y/N said peaking above the pages.

“Well” Oikawa clears his throat. “The reality is, when you are 80, there will only be you. Your parents will be gone, siblings married to someone else, everyone living life while you sit alone with a cat.”

“How morbid?” Iwazumi mutters.

“That’s not true, I will have you guys,” y/n says with confidence.

“Maybe Iwa, since he is being a debby downer, but me no. I will be married by then and have a wonderful family, living the life as a retired world-renowned volleyball player.” Oikawa states proudly, giving his signature hair flip.

“Who would marry you? Who would want a kid with you?” Y/N says, Iwazumi chuckles

“How rude, L/N-chan”- Oikawa

“Let's be real, the only girls who like you are a part of your little fan club,b and they are all psychopaths. And your volleyball career drove your past ex away, you essentially have no one.” Iwa states. Y/N and Iwazumi fist bump as Oikawa’s face drops.

Oikawa is taken aback. “Fine.” He huffs and puffs, pissed that this conversation did not go in his favor. His gaze settles on Y/N, and he has a light-bulb moment. 

“Marriage pact,” Oikawa yells

“HUH” both Iwazumi and Y/N.

“L/N, if we are not married or seeing anyone when we are 30, we will get married to each other. That way, you don’t die alone. I have something to go back home to.”

“Oikawa, I am not a toy you can just claim.”

“I’m not thinking about it. I would be gone, you can have a cat and a joint income. I wouldn’t bother you as much, and this will happen in the worst-case scenario.”

Y/N thinks for a little bit, looks at Iwazumi for advice, and Iwa just shrugs. Did Y/N have a slight crush on Oikawa growing up, yes. Did Y/N still have feelings for him? No- maybe- they were just friends. “Fine, worst-case scenario.”

Oikawa reaches for Y/N's hand, and they shake on it.

Fourteen years go by, and life is calmish. Iwazumi, Oikawa, and L/N are all still friends. Priorities shifted from the conversation many years back. Iwazumi actually married someone from his college. Oikawa’s dating adventures came to a halt once he went to Argentina. L/N actually got out of a serious relationship, and she owned a cat. The gang met up back in Japan during the holidays.

“I can’t believe you broke up with ___________ and you didn’t tell us.” Iwazumi sputtered as he drank his beer.

“It was a year and a half ago, and I did not want to .” Y/N

“But still,” Oikawa pouted, “We could have, like, beat him up for breaking your heart.”

Well Oikawa tried. He was literally the second person L/N called after the breakup. First was Iwazumi; at the time, he was on his honeymoon. Oikawa, without a thought, no brain either, dropped everything he was doing to go to the  L/N house, booking a ticket back to Japan. He used half a brain cell when he decided not to beat the bastard for breaking her heart first, grabbing her tissues, and pints of ice cream. L/N was surprised when she heard a knock at her door and saw the tall Oikawa standing right in front of her. 

“It’s crazy L/N became a certified lover girl.” Iwazumi laughed. It had been a while since he visited.

“It's crazier that both of you are in relationships now.” Oikawa leaned back. Y/N gave him the stink eye.

“Yeah-” Iwazumi choked, “What the fuck do you mean by both?” 

“Shittykawa, I said I would tell him later.” Y/N slaps Oikawa in the chest

“Y/N-chan, you hurt my heart.” Oikawa whines.

A year goes by after the breakup, and Y/N looks like she has given up on love. One shitty guy ruined the whole fucken plan; she may die alone. The conversation 14 years ago scared the crap out of her, dying alone sounded awful, and it seemed like life was going that way. No cat had a long enough lifespan to live till L/N died. Maybe, but that's another story. 

During that year of self-reflection, Oikawa and L/N  spent more time together. Iwazumi had a whole wife to worry about, and your parents thought you got over your breakup slit.

“I’m going to die alone, Touro.”

“No, just adopt a cat every 15 years.”

“But that’s like a breakup over and over again.”

“Okay, adopt a kid.”

“A kid with my job, hell no. I barely get home by 9 pm.”

“There is another option.”

Sigh “Parrots freak me out.”

“No, not that” Oikawa scratches his head, “Remember the marriage pact, you still got me.”

“Haha,” Y/N says sarcastically, “That was a joke.”

“But,” Oikawa huffs “I’m serious, I was serious back then and serious now.”

“Are you drunk?”

“No Y/N, I like you, always have and always will. I am just making it clear I am an option.”

“In summary, Iwa, I am dating someone,” L/N explained nervously

“Hm” Iwa sighs, ed “So when am I meeting them? How has Shittyhair met him before me?”

Oikawa snorts, “You’ve met them before Iwa-chan.”

“Y/, N why the hell are you acting nervous?”

Oikawa waits patiently for your response. You sigh and point at Oikawa, “I’m dating Shitty-hair.”

“Since when?” Iwazumi sounds pissed, he’s more concerned if Oikawa roped you into something.

“Since-” Y/N started

“Since four months ago,” Oikawa exclaims, cutting you off. Oikawa, relieved that the cat is out of the bag, pulls Y/N by her waist, longing for physical touch.

The conversation around the table returns to normal; Iwazumi questions the relationship a bit, threatening Oikawa that if something happens to L/N, he is not afraid to punch him and end his friendship with him. After another hour and another round of drinks, Oikawa volunteers to walk Iwazumi back to his accommodation. L/N waving them away.

As Oikawa and Iwazumi walked back, Iwazumi stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. “The marriage pact worked after all.”

“Well, no. It helped, but it wasn’t the sole purpose why we got together.”

“You should have just confessed back then; it would have saved both of you the trouble.”

“It wouldn’t work out if we were still in high school, you know it and I know it.” Oikawa knew he was never mature enough in high school and doubted whether he was even good for you back then. The last thing he wanted was to lose her when he wasn’t 100% there, putting in the effort

“You would have driven her mad.”

“I know.”

“When are you going to propose?”

“Huh?”

“You have been head over heels in love with her since you were five.”

“I’m not going to scare her. I literally asked her to be my girlfriend once I landed back home.” Oikawa sighs, “But next year maybe.”

The worry of dying alone faded away in Oikawa and L/N's mind.

[thefourthwifeoftengenuzui]

May I please ask for headcanons Aoba Johsai with a manager whose skilled with archery and sharpshooting please

Yes of course! Sorry for the wait I was working on a Rindou piece and my physics exam. It’s like 3Am right now, but I still want to finish this for you boo. Thanks again For requesting Anon, if you like this, don’t forget to like and ask if you have any other ideas. Also, you didn’t specify which you wanted, so this can be interpreted as romantic or platonic. Status: unedited

warnings: crackfic, bad grammar, cursing, violence, oikawa exists, oikawa slander, color coded characters, reader is a whole ass menace, mentions of vaping

🩵🤍Aoba Josai With a Sharpshooter/ Archer Manager🤍🩵

As a Team (platonic)

Oikawa, Iwazumi, Kunimi, Kiyotani, Kindaichi, Matsukawa, you

My first thought when I looked at this post was simple. How many times and we hit oikawa in the head. Everything else kinda spiraled from there. Just imagine being able to do that shit with pinpoint accuracy, and when he turns around to see who did it, be like the gremlin chick from hotel transilivania and be like ,” I didn’t do that”. And then he proceeds to blame Iwa, and pure unrefined chaos erupts from there. *clears throat and sips matcha* good shit

But on a more serious note, these boys are completely ready to take full advantage of your skills. Remember when oikawa sprained his ankle? Guess who had to replicate his serves instead so they could practice receives. That’s right, you. And your aim is a little too good sometimes (Kindiachi has been hit in the face) but they honestly don’t care, they just looking to get practice in, and maybe a few tips here and there for aiming.

But that’s just during their practice. During your archery or other practice. Oh my god. Imagine having like 12 annoying older brothers. Like both Archery and Sharpshooting are pretty quiet sports. But with these mfs at your practice? Oh dear lord. These gon be the most obnoxiously loud humans to walk the planet (3rd only to Fukurodani and Kurasuno). Imagine with me. It’s so silent you can hear a pin drop. You’re trying to concentrate before you’re pulling back your string. You take a deep breath and just as you’re about to let go- “WOOOOOOOO THATS MY LIL SISSSSSS/BROOOO!!!” “SHUT UP SHITTY KAWA!THEY NEED TO FOCAS!” “HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW IWA!?” “YOU WOULD KNOW IF YOU WEREN'T SUCH AN DUMBASS!” “IF YALL DONT SHUT THE FUCK UP ILL SHUT YOU UP MYSELF” yeah they’re THAT kind of sports parents. They got kicked out last time :)

I just know yall have made oikawa put an apple on his head and see if you can hit his head. Ofc you can, but it’s funnier hitting him with the Velcro arrows and watching him rip his hair out, and ruining it for the day (his fangirls hated you for that lol.)

I just KNOW that the other teams got some crazy ass conspiracies about you. They call you the Seijo Assassin, and that you kill the best players of the opposing team, and they never find the bodies. And tbh it was probably oikawa who started it, to get back at you for getting Velcro stuck in his hair. So while you’re just as hot as kiyoko, everyone is terrified of you, and are only referring to you as L/n-sama (even though you’re only a second year.). I swear to fuck hinata pissed himself when tsukki told the team about you.

also yall know the sharpshooter shaving cream balloon prank thingy? I know damn well the whole team is having a competition for who can do it best. Like it’s literally so funny, especially when someone not on the team gets hit. Like I know oikawa has accidentally hit the coach with one of those. Do with this information what you will.

Individuals: Could be romantic or platonic, either way fits (though both are seriously on crack.)

Somehow or someway, Oikawa will convince you to be his bodyguard. And not even like paying you money. Just like a, “ YoU wOnT wALk yOuR pOor dEfEnSLeSS FRiEnD tO cLAss? WhAt iF my FAnGirlS Kidnap MeEEEEE?!” “yep.” “Do you even Love Meeeeeee!?” “Nope.” “…I’ll pay you~” “pay me what?” “Food~” “DONE!” *throws chair out window* yeah y’all’s relationship is pretty much just blitz and stolas in the loo loo land episode. Like when Stolas was just walking while Blitz is pretending to be Batman, lurking in the shadows and pointing a gun at anything with a pulse? Yeah that’s you two walking around the school, except with a nerf gun instead.

oh and you know the team jackets? He bought you yours. But not just any jacket oh no. Yours is special. He payed extra to have it say, “The Seijo Assasin; Oikawa’s bobyguard.” He also might have gotten it in 4xl because he doesn’t know your size, but still wants it to be way to big on you so he can make fun of you. He’s an ass.

Iwazumi is much nicer on the other hand. He (regardless of if it’s platonic or romantic,) is all about helping you carry your stuff. He doesn’t even ask either, he just kinda picks it up and does it. He says it isn’t a big deal, and that you’re carrying enough with your archery equipment anyway, and that he needs the weight training anyway. Def the kinda guy to use your backpack as a dumbbell and use it to lift while y’all in the hall.

I know y'all have a running competition on who can hit oikawa in the head the most. Body shots are one point, head shots are worth 2, and the groin is worth 3, especially if he’s being creepy to someone. The score is currently 34-31, slightly in your favor. Whoever hits him the least by the end of the month has to buy the winner ramen. Oikawa doesn’t approve of this game, and ends up attempting to bump everything back your way. But on the bright side, it’s a good way to scare off his fangirls :).

Kunimi just kinda vibes with you. Like he doesn’t really acknowledge much of what you do, just kinda goes like, “ oh so that’s why you were so good at that. I just thought you hated oikawa. Anyway can I have your Chez-its?” Yeah my boy don’t care enough, but he cute so yeah.

also I just know this mf, plays Fortnite and vapes blue raspberry burst. Do with that what you will. ( to be clear, I wouldn’t ever vape, i just know he does, and honestly had to look up what flavors there are.

The honesty biggest thing you do that impresses him is the whole good aim card slicey thingy. Idk man, he just seems like he would be good at that, and would try to fight you on it.

Despite everything, Kyotani is actually relatively nice to you? Or at least as nice as he can be. His version of nice is avoiding you like the plague, cause he’s scared you’ll be scared of him. He actually really likes you and wants an excuse to talk to you. So what does he do? Asks you to help him aim while spiking, so that he can use his strength more efficiently. He actually is pretty patient with your teaching, and genuinely respects you enough to take your advice. ( tell him to shower pls, I can smell him through the screen, luv him though)

He also uses a whole bottle of axe body spray every time he walks out of the house . Be careful not to get too close to him. Please find someone strong, or stupid enough to bully him out of it, for the sake of the teams lungs🙏

Kindaichi is probably the only person on the team who still calls you Y/n- senpai. He’s way too precious. That being said, he still did give you a twenty if you hit kageyama with a vollyball during warmups. He may be nice, but he mad petty. And $20 is $20 man

Matsukawa is definitely a COD type of guy. He knows a lot about guns. Bond over that (then give me his number pls)

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Thanks for reading, sorry the last part was rushed, I am just not feeling it rn. If y’all liked this make sure to follow, Like, and request something of your own. I literally have nothing else to do. Love y’all sm, peace

-joden

[kosije]

hi there! if it is possible could you do a piece where the reader (fem) and iwa/akaashi go to a park to walk the reader's dog, where two kids approach the reader while they are sitting on a bench and ask her to play with them. iwa/akaashi has been planning to propose to the reader for a while and on the way back he asks them their opinion on children and the reader replies with something that convinces them that they are the one.

thank you in advance!

ㅤ( ㅤ҉ 🌳 ) puppy love

a/n ★ ׂ first post of 2024! thank you so much anon :) this was fun to write. i tried to see who i wanted to write for more, but i couldn’t! so today i present you a two course meal (^з^) scroll down to read akaashi’s part, but yk i had to put my fav first _(:3 」∠)_

— main masterlist | haikyuu masterlist

c/w ★ ׂ akaashi x fem!reader / iwaizumi x fem,reader, reader has a dog, reader is a physical therapist, reader likes kids, mentions of marriage/proposal, fluff, akaashi’s part does have a make out session (but i did try to make it tasteful)

🌱 choose your character!

player 1 — iwaizumi

you're painted in a golden glow. a star walking beside him as you talk about everything that had happened at work. today was a good day, you say. your patient has had a breakthrough and can now walk without support. her muscle movement is almost fluid and her mood has brightened up tremendously ever since.

your dog seems just as happy as you are. it practically prancing between you and Iwaizumi.

"how was work today? you got off pretty early," you coo, nudging him with your shoulder.

"oh, yeah—" he coughs, suddenly interested in the strap of the bag full of your snacks and dog stuff. "yeah, one of my clients was a no-show so i just closed my availability after i finished."

his stomach does flips, he hates lying. he hates keeping secrets from you, but he can't tell you he's been out looking for engagement rings all day. he hasn't even stepped foot in his gym; he has been planning with his clients to skip today all month.

in reality, while you have been at the hospital, he has been around every jeweler in the area, trying to find the perfect ring for you. he knows what you like. he knows your ring size, your favorite stone, and your favorite metal.

but none of them seemed like the one.

he had come across this hole-in-the-wall shop on his way back. not the cleanest, but not sketchy, but he had no time to look. he had just bookmarked it and drove home.

"that's nice. i'm happy we could do this, we rarely go out on weekdays."

"yeah? been missing me hunny?" he pouts, eyes closed, making mwah noises to you.

you scoff, but mush his face between your hands and plant a big kiss on his lips and he can taste fruit on your lips.

"so so sososososososo much, haji." and you kiss him again on the cheek, then the other, then one last peck on his lips, and he can't help the smile that spreads across his face.

you two walk for a little longer this time with his thump under the waistband of your pants until you reach the benches by the climbing frame.

"wanna rest up?"

you nod to him and plop down together, sighing. you tie the leash to the bench arm, and iwa digs through the bag for the dog bowl and water.

you two cuddle up together. your hands play with the fabric of his shorts, and his arm is stroking your side as you watch children play, people work out with their dogs, and birds fly from tree to tree.

it's peaceful. and it's natural. and he's nervous.

a couple of laughs break him out of his trance, and when he's focused again he sees two kids, a boy and a girl, nervously asking you to play with them.

"we wanna play hide and go seek, but we both wanna hide. and- and- and- my grandma said that we should ask someone to seek for us s-so we don't argue," the girl says, twisting her foot into the dirt as her brother silently plays with your dog.

"yeah?" you look to iwaizumi, and he nods, not in any objection. "where should i count?

ㅤ ㅤ҉ 🌳

you play with the kids for about fifteen minutes. running around — tag, hide and go seek, fetch with your dog, and racing with them. he watches you from the bench, laughing with the kids, and something of a flame ignites within him. his heart squeezes and his face warms more and more just at the sight of you. you're so carefree and happy. the kids are giggling and smiling ear to ear as you pretend to run as fast as you can, only to get tagged back and go back to chasing them. your dog is sitting between his legs as he adds ice cubes to his bowl for him to chew on, and he thinks he's never been happier.

it feels as natural as breathing, seeing you with the kids, and he doesn't even try to stop himself or the drumming of butterflies in his chest, daydreaming of you two at the park with kids of your own. you running around with them and playing. him setting the table for you all. him reading them bedtime stories as you kiss their foreheads and tuck them in, leading him back to your guy's room, hand in hand, with a pretty rock on your ring finger.

he watches as the kids light up at the sight of the older woman walking toward you and smiling brightly. it's no trouble, i had fun, he hears you say. she thanks you again and the kids wave bye to you and him before you walk back to the bench. your face is a little flushed and your baby hairs are sticking to your forehead messily.

"tired?"

"not..really..." you huff with your hands on your hips and head facing the sky.

"i can see why their grandma needed a break. It took you 15 minutes to get sweaty," he laughs, a large hand rubbing your hip.

"good thing when that happens with ours, i'll have you with me," you laugh, plopping down on the bench next to him. he's silent for a little while, can tell that you've noticed it when you turn your head to him.

"baby, you're all flushed." you touch his face to examine it, and he grabs it, bringing your palm to his lip.

"it is a good thing that we'll have each other, isn't it," he mumbles, and there's a boyish smile glued to his face.

you give him a funny look and kiss him softly, and he remembers to check that hole-in-the-wall spot tomorrow

"2 kids max though."

"there are only two of us," he agrees.

player 2 — akaashi

he likes how you look when it's cold. likes how you look bundled up and cozy, how you always rub up against his side. you're always so warm, it feels too good, you always say. how could he ever complain though? he may not say much, but he loves it when you're holding him, touching him somewhere innocuous, like you have to have some sort of physical connection with him at all times. call him clingy, but he'll just tell you he's in love.

your dog seems just as calm as you are, walking close between you and Akaashi.

"how was it with your client today?" you ask, playing with the hem of his cuff.

"unremarkable, feels as if it never even happened," he says and mentally slaps himself for being so literal. you're none the wiser to his lie. or the fact he's been looking for engagement rings all day. how many flower shops he's passed looking for your favorites. how many venues he's bookmarked. so instead, he's asking you how it went with your patient.

"pretty good," you say, smiling into your scarf. it belongs to him, but he the way it looks on you more. "making some real breakthroughs. she'll be running in no time."

"that's good, 'm proud of you both. this means you'll be spending more time at home?"

"just a little. she asks if we do more intensive workouts now—push her to her limits. feels like the home stretch, though."

"can't wait till the discharge, we should celebrate over dinner."

"my favorite?"

he laughs at the way your puppy dog eyes peer up at him. "of course."

and you do a little happy dance, bend down to tell your dog the great, and he's happy. his heart is hung heavy in his chest for you, but it feels as light as a cloud. and despite the sting in his cheeks, he can't stop smiling.

you guys reach a bench by a pond and sit together. you let your dog play in the grass in front of you two as he pulls a book from his satchel and wipes his glasses before putting them back on his face.

"will you read to me?"

and of course, he says yes, because it makes him so happy to entertain you. you compliment his voice, tell him it makes you calm whenever he speaks, tell him it makes reading feel more intimate, hypnotizing almost. god, if only you knew half the things you do to him.

"excuse me," he stops for a second, and you both turn to see a little boy and girl standing in front of you.

he tells them hello, and the boy asks him to read to them too.

"our- we like books a lot. and we can be very quiet," he whispers that last part. "my grandma says it's okay, she's right- right there." he follows the kid's finger to an older woman, quietly sitting by another bench close by, glancing between the kids and the two of you.

he points to himself, and the two kids with a tilt of his head and she nods, hands settling into her lap.

"can i pet your dog?" the girl asks, and you gush.

"of course, sweetheart!"

"can i sit next to you?" the boy asks him, and he nods, holding the book out away from his body, picking the boy with his free hand and letting him settle against the side of his body and reads.

ㅤ ㅤ҉ 🌳

he gets about a chapter deep before the kids fall asleep. the little girl had been settled in your arms just a moment after the boy had asked, as he read.

"your voice is like a lullaby," you muse, nudging his foot with your own.

"or maybe this book is just that boring."

"note even," you whisper through a smile. "you're just a natural."

the kids stir awake moments later, now with their grandma by their sides. she thanks the two of you, tells you how time is catching up with her and she can't do as much for them as she used to.

"it's no problem, ma'am. i can tell that you do so much already."

she thanks you again, cupping your hands as the two kids position themselves next to her, grabbing onto her skirt.

"and might i add, it is so nice seeing a couple so good with kids. tell me, do you have some of your own?"

"no," you laugh, placing your head on his shoulder. "not yet."

and when you wink at the woman, she laughs, putting her fingers up to her lips. "not for long either, i can tell."

and you both giggle at one another as he sits there flushed. not yet. it repeats in his head even as he trails you back to your car. his face is burning. he's not so immature as to be flustered by the thought have having a child with you. but he can't stop the feeling he gets when you say things like that.

not yet.

"earth to keji?"

he jumps slightly, hand sweeping up to cover his mouth.

you look worried. your lips are in a pretty pout and your hand is on his chest. "what's wrong?"

he says nothing, doesn't dare to use his words, and so he kisses you. and it's somewhat feverish and terribly lovesick. his hands are warm on your face, and his glasses are fogging up, but he doesn't care. he is fighting for air in between your moans and he'd be perfectly content with passing out as long as your lips are on his. as long as you are his.

eventually, you guys have to pull back. your lips are plumper and he's sure his area deep shade of pink.

and keji doesn't care about the venue, or date, or anything else, because as long as he can tell you "i do," he knows he'll be the luckiest man on earth.

"i have a different idea as a celebration for when your time with your patient has concluded," he says.

you pout. "so no dinner?" so damn cute.

he kisses your lips one last time before starting the car.

"you'll still get that dinner, hun."

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Middle Seat | H. Iwaizumi ~ your boyfriend turns out to be even a bigger gentleman than he already was

➤ ft: timeskip!iwaizumi hajime x f!reader

➤ content warning: fluff, airplanes(?), not proofread bc i’m tired

enjoy!

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Oh, Iwaizumi is the biggest gentleman you’ve ever known when it came to dating.

When you guys first started seeing each other, he was already top-tier compared to the other people that came along your way in the dating world. He did the bare minimum of course but he’d top each and every gesture every time you guys are together.

He offered to meet up first in separate cars once you were comfortable enough with him. And once you were he always went to you wherever you were at. He’d wait for you outside his car or he’ll walk up to get you and walk to the car right beside you. Then he’d always open the car door or any door for that matter and let you in/out first.

He’d guide you through crowds with either him intertwining his fingers with yours as you lead the both of you away from everyone else or he’d keep his hand resting on your lower back or waist and gently lead you through the crowd.

And holding your bags was something that was your favorite thing about him. Iwaizumi had no shame in wearing your purses, backpacks, and even clutches.

“The hell you looking at?” Iwaizumi sighed in annoyance as he hears his best friend snicker like a little witch.

“Why-,” Oikawa snorted, “Why you wearing a pink purse?”

“Tch,” Iwa scoffs before side-kicking Tory’s ass making him yelp, “It’s Y/n’s, dipshit. And it’s just a damn purse I’ve seen your sister dress you up like a doll and you were happy about it.”

After that, Toru wouldn’t stop his quiet whining/mumbling after gasping like an overdramatized soap opera actor. Like hell Iwa was gonna let someone like Toru make fun of him for wear a necessity - your words not his.

But today, even after all of those gestures that get better each day, the beginning of your guy’s vacation was ultimately your favorite gesture he’s done.

You guys were headed out to Spain for your four year anniversary. It was your first vacation together on a plane so were extra excited. Iwa had you carry the smaller bags while he rolled the suitcases along with a bigger backpack. He checked you guys in, went through TSA efficiently, and got breakfast. About two hours later it was time to board the plane.

Your seats were a window and middle seat so you were kind of uncomfortable being in the middle with a stranger for a long plane ride. But you sucked it up and brushed it off because you weren’t going to let it get to you.

After you and Iwa put away your carry-ons in the baggage hanger you looked at Iwa and waited for him to go in first. He looked at you like you were slow for a second with slightly furrowed eyebrows, “What’s up, babe?” he asked.

You tilted your head in confusion. “Oh, I’m waiting for you to get in first. I figured you’d want the window seat,” you said.

Then he looked at you like you were stupid. Wide eyes with raised eyebrows. You were practically ready to get scolded by him because he looked so baffled by your answer. “Why would I sit in the window seat and have you sit next to a stranger?” he asked.

You stood there in silence because you genuinely didn’t have an answer. Like you just assumed that’s what was going to happen. Counting by the more obvious look on your face, he assumed that you thought you were sitting in the middle.

He scoffed with a chuckle, “You’re lucky I love you. Go sit down,” he said before placing a kiss in your forehead.

Your cheeks burned red out of a small bit of embarrassment because he made it seem like it was obvious you weren’t going to sit in the middle. Before you could overthink the embarrassment even more, Iwa laughed making you snap out of that bubble.

“Quit thinking about it so much, sweets,” he kissed your cheek as he sat down next to you, “You’re gonna be more comfortable there. I’m not havin’ you be uncomfortable next to a stranger.”

You smiled softly as you kissed his shoulder, then his cheek, and then his lips. “You treat me like a princess way too much,” you mumbled against his shoulder with more tiny kisses.

Iwa chuckled again as he kissed your forehead, “As I should, you mean everything to me, my love,” he smiled.

Two days later, he proposed during a private dinner off the coast in Palma, Spain.

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Iwazumi and Oikawa (separate) with a clingy boyfriend

Tōru Oikawa x male reader , Hajime Iwazumi x male reader

male reader; 2nd POV; requested post; separate hcs for the characters

!!! female readers, do not interact, thank you

Iwazumi

 Despite what his cute scowl might suggest, Iwazumi is a cuddly boyfriend. He absolutely adores physical affection. He’s not the type to make out in public, but he’s definitely the type of boyfriend to greet you with a kiss on the cheek and a hug whenever he sees you. 

 High school Iwazumi would be very bashful about physical affection, but he doesn’t let it stop him too much. If he’s walking you to class, he’s holding your hand, no exceptions. He probably even gives your hand a little kiss, when you get to class.  

 If you aren’t in the volleyball club he gives you a big hug before leaving for practice. Probably has to be dragged away by some of his teammates because if he could he would totally stay there hugging you because he knows how much you like it.

 If you try surprising him with hugs when he hasn’t noticed you coming, he’ll kind of assume you’re Oikawa messing with him the first few times you do it. Once he’s used to it, he’ll this a soft, sappy smile on his face, and he’ll wait until you let him go to give you a kiss and wrap an arm around you.

 Adult Iwazumi would receive affection a bit differently. As he matures he starts feeling pride at having a clingy boyfriend, he absolutely adores being clung to, it makes him feel good. 

 Mans will completely melt if you cling onto his arm while on dates, seeing you dressed so handsomely while clinging to him just sends him into a state of bliss. He gets this huge smile and feels the need to compliment you a lot, give you a couple kisses, he just wants to make you feel as good as you make him feel. 

 Iwazumi gives me going out on dates kind of vibes, but with a clingy boyfriend, he definitely feels the urge to just stay home and rewatch old movies with you just to see you all comfortable in your pajamas while cuddling him.

 He tries not to let it show, but the longer you're together, the clinger he gets. It’s so subtle too, you start dating him, and you’re the one initiating all the physical affection. But before you know it is your first anniversary, and you realize whenever you see Iwazumi he wraps an arm around you, if not both of them. 

Oikawa 

 I feel like it goes without saying he loves when his boyfriend gets clingy. He’d be so smug about it too. He’d make a show out of hugging you in front of his friends. He’d say things like “look at the handsome boy I get to call mine,” while nuzzling his boyfriend.

  High school Oikawa is so smug about receiving your hugs and affections, he just grins and wiggles his eyebrows at his friends like “look at what I’ve got, check it out.” He absolutely basks in the attention and loves it honestly, you probably spoil him too much with the affection you give.

 He will pout if you don’t give him a hug when greeting him. Goes through the stages of grief as he pouts, and then he weighs his options, and probably decides to pull you aside and ask if you’re upset with him. He genuinely feels like there’s no reason for you to forget the hug unless you do it on purpose. 

 After he starts getting a bit more serious with your relationship, he’ll walk you to your after-school activity, clinging to you and listening to how your day was until the very last minute, and then he runs all the way to volleyball practice. He slightly fears Iwazumi, but not enough to cut his time with you short, especially if it means he gets an extra long hug from you while you playfully teased him. 

 As an adult, Oikawa levels out a bit, but he definitely still basks the attention, but it means more to him as he’s matured. 

 Oikawa is the kind of boyfriend to hug you and put half of his weight on you claiming he’s just too tired to go on, asking you to carry him, so I feel like there’s mutual clinginess here.

 Oikawa is also the kind of boyfriend to linger at your front door after a date because he doesn’t want to leave yet. He’ll probably have an arm wrapped around you while playing with your hair (or just resting his hand on your nape). He might invite you on a walk to prolong your date a bit, wanting to spend a bit more time with you in his arms. You could invite him in of course, but he likes the feeling of being on a date with you, exploring the world while feeling like the only two people on the planet, even in a crowded street.

 Anytime you go somewhere even slightly crowded Oikawa’s grinning at you and saying something like “better hold on so you don’t get lost, handsome,” while holding his hand or arm out to you. If you happen to get to it first though, he’ll blush before giggling and dramatically calling you his hero and leaning into you.  

**disclaimer this post wasn't really edited, please notify me of any errors you notice

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His favorite things to do while making love to you…

Contains: Haikyuu men x Fem reader.

Warnings: Mentions of s3x, small nsfw details, love making, bit of curse words, Minors do NOT interact, mentions of gentle bites/markings (Atsumu’s) . (If you don’t feel comfortable reading this, please skip!)

Summary: When doing the deed, your boyfriend loves to show you his immense love he has for you. Where your boyfriend shows what his favorite things are, from either holding your hand to caressing you.

Contains: Fluff, Small bits of NSFW, pet names, love language, physical touch, quality time, romance, time skip Haikyuu characters.

Characters: Kuroo, Sakusa, Sugawara, Kageyama, Iwazumi, Atsumu.

Kageyama:

When making love to you, he loves to give you small kisses.

Kageyama can be very shy and to himself but when making love to you, he loves to reassure you of all the love he has for you.

He will randomly give you small pecks here and there, but only when you two are home. He isn’t big on PDA, but he loves kissing you. It can be forehead kisses before he leaves to practice, to shoulder kisses when he approaches you from behind while you’re cooking.

When doing the deed, you usually begin by you laying on your back in the middle of your shared bed. He always begin slow by passionately kissing you at a slow pace. As he goes in, he always has a thing of placing his forehead on your shoulder meanwhile quietly groaning.

This obviously drives you insane, no matter how many times he’s done this. He gives you always a couple of minutes to adjust meanwhile he slowly begins to thrust in and out of you.

He loves to place small kisses either on your shoulders, forehead, lips, neck, ears, any place he could. This is a sign of him making sure to remind you how much he loves you. And you never get tired of that.

Kuroo:

When making love to you, Kuroo loves to keep you extra close.

Kuroo loves to fuck the living life out of you. This man has a crazy stamina as well. But he also loves to tone it down once in a while to also show you how much he loves you.

Whenever he can, he loves to hug you or keep you close to him. If it’s at a restaurant, he’s sitting right next to you instead of across from you. When it’s at home, watching television on the couch, either you’re laying in between his legs, or his arm around you, but you have to be literally next to him, no gap in between.

When doing the deed, he specifically loves the sitting position. Why? He has three reasons why.

1. He knows this position can be done literally anywhere. He will simply pick you up and do it on the kitchen counter, dining table, on the couch, on the bathroom counter, there’s countless places.

2. Kuroo loves to show you how much he loves you. He loves keeping you close. You’re his prized possession and you belong only to him. The closer you two can be the better.

3. He loves being able to kiss you and have full access to your body. He loves to hear his name being moaned out by your pretty voice. When he knows you’re close to finish, he loves to hold you extra tight, gently caressing your hair and whispering sweet nothing’s next to your ear.

If he could work from home and just be with you and in you, he will. He loves to remind you that he will always protect you and that you will always be loved by him.

Atsumu:

When making love to you, Atsumu loves to bite you.

Just like Kuroo, Atsumu loves to fuck. That man loves to also show PDA. He doesn’t care where or who is around. He loves to show you how much he loves you, indoors and outdoors.

He loves to not only remind you, but also remind his fans, other girls and men, who his heart belongs too. There’s times where he will literally have you sit on his lap while at a fancy restaurant. His big hands caressing that gorgeous ass of yours.

You on the other hand can be a bit shy. And that’s what he loves the most. Where you become flustered but still follow and accept all he does. He had your heart completely and you have his.

When making love, he is the type to be extra. He will literally pay people to make your shared room romantic. There will be candles, rose petals all over the floor and bed, champagne and all. Anything to remind the love he has for you. He will also take you out of town or the country and make love to you at beautiful sceneries.

Atsumu can have you in any position he desires. He loves to leave his bite marks behind that beautiful body of yours. His favorite spots are your weak spots. Which are your thighs, shoulders, and ears. When he begins, he always begins with biting your plush thighs.

He will switch you into many positions in one night. He loves to having in a sitting position in bed. When he begins to thrust, they’re slow but are powerful. Hitting that delicious spot that drives you insane. He loves when you throw your head back, giving him access to hold your back with one hand, kissing and biting your breasts and neck. He leaves marks on your neck, but usually leaves you small light ones since you get shy to show them off.

He loves when you have finally became overstimulated and can’t take anymore. He always encourages you to go one more time. He loves this meanwhile he bites your shoulders gently and you begin to mark him on his neck and scratch his back and shoulder blades.

When you two are finished, he always steps back to see the work of art he has left on you. He loves to praise your body and himself for that ✨ extra touch. ✨

P.S. when he goes to practice or games, he purposely walks around shirtless to show off the marks and scratches his girl left him.

Iwazumi:

When making love to you, Iwazumi loves to caress you.

Iwazumi can be an angry man with a small amount of patience. But when it comes to you, it’s like all the anger is never there. You are his world, he absolutely loves you.

He loves to show you how much he loves you by spending quality time with you. He loves to be with you. He loves how much you love him as well. He loves to caress your hair randomly, or caress your hand when holding it. He loves to especially caress you when doing the deed.

When making love, he loves to slowly undress you and gently throw you on the bed. He loves to step back and remind you how beautiful you are. Iwazumi can never get his hands off of you, not when you’re this amazing.

Iwazumi can go using any position but his favorite two are the simple missionary one to be able to caress you cute face when seeing you in complete pleasure.

The other position is carrying you with both of your arms and legs around his body. He puts your back on the wall meanwhile he thrusts into you.

You tend to throw your head back, giving him complete access to your neck and breasts. He caressed them with his lips, gently leaving open mouthed kisses on them. He also tends to lick and leave small marks behind.

You are his and and he is yours. He will always show you how much he loves you in best he can.

Sakusa:

When making love to you, Sakusa loves eye contact.

Sakusa is always to himself. You know he isn't one to show much affection, especially when out in public. He does not believe in PDA, which you have always been okay with. You had always accepted him the way he is.

When it comes to doing the deed however, he always tries his best to pour his heart out as much as he could to prove to you that he truly loves you. He always feels bad for not being as affectionate as you must wish, but he tries.

He loves to have you on either the missionary position or the sitting position because where he can see you the better. He loves to see those sexy but adorable face expressions you make in complete pleasure. He loves when you get all shy trying to look away from his eye contact.

Everytime you look away, he pulls your face gently towards his.

"Now now baby, don't get shy on me."

When around your close friends and family, they always see how Sakusa looks at you. All they see are heart eyes and eyes of affection but only meant for you.

Sakusa is not a man of many words, but you know that saying, actions speak louder than words.

Sugawara:

When making love to you, Sugawara loves to hold hands with you.

Oh Suga, the man who only has eyes for you and you only. This little bundle of love completely loves you. Everything he does is meant to make you happy and that's that.

Of course, he is not like the shy guys who doesn't like PDA, he does, but in a bit of a respectful manner. He loves to hold onto your hand the most. If he could, he would never let go. He actually wishes to grow old with you and be burried holding hands once its your time to go.

When doing the deed, man is he so gentle. He takes care of you as if you were a delicate rose petal. He always loves to remind how beautiful you and your body are.

As he slowly thrusts, he loves to look at your adorable faces. How your cheeks begin to get flush pink due to his eyes glued onto your face. How he begis to thrust a bit faster to where you seek his hand and ask him to go faster. Where he grants your pleas and you begin to hold onto his hand tightly.

Holding your hand during sex means unity. Your unity of how strong the love you two have for one another.

After thoughts:

I hope you enjoyed this small fluff/nsfw.

I dont know which one of these are my favorites. They were all so cute.

Let me know if you would like to see a part two with other HQ characters.

Please reblog, like and comment.

Do not steal my work! <3.

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Haikyuu boys reacting to you drunk. (HCs)

Characters: Daichi, Asahi, Iwazumi

Daichi:

-He would know when you drink too much and will help take care of you. He will snuggle you, hold your hair back, get you water, he will get whatever or do whatever you need.

-He would try so hard to get you to bed by saying something like, "look babe, I know you're having fun. But you need to get some rest," if that doesn't work, he will pick you up and take you to bed himself.

-He would give you a lecture the next morning about drinking and that bad things could happen to you when you're drunk. He stills helps you with your hangover though, sure he might be a bit mad but he doesn't want to see you in pain.

Asahi:

-When he finds out you're drunk, he freaks out. He does way too much, he treats you like glass, as if you would break at any moment. He would be super nervous watching you.

-He would lay in bed with you cuddling you and rubbing your back, taking you to the bathroom if you needed to throw up.

-The next morning, he would give you Tylenol and a jug of water. He would tell you how worried he was about you. "It scares me when you're drunk, I don't want you getting hurt."

Iwazumi:

-Iwa usually wouldn't let you get to the point that you're drunk at a party or something, but if he wasn't watching you close enough and you did get drunk. He's sending you home right away.

-As soon as he gets you home, he will take you into the bathroom and start a warm bath for you, putting bubbles and lavender epsom salt in the tub. He would get you water right away to help you sober up quicker.

-Once you are out of the tub, he gives you a tee-shirt to wear and cuddles you to sleep.