Tsukishima x Hinata. Prompt 29 -rubs hands together- sentence number 9

Prompt #29: Breaking up

Sentence #9 “I wish I never met you.”

“I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep wondering if something’s wrong. I can’t keep wringing my hands and pulling my hair out and questioning whether you want me! ” Hinata’s flushed face looks up at him, his eyes blazing as much as they are tear drowned. “I love you so much but I can’t tell if you care Kei and it’s killing me!” He takes a deep breath, saying more quietly, defeated, “I… I can’t be with you anymore.”

Tsukishima swallows the lump in his throat. He could fight back, try to persuade; fuck, a part of him feels compelled to beg Hinata to take back his words.

But his pride burns those words to ash and what comes out is vitriol; “You can’t tell I care? All I’ve ever done since you blundered your way into my life is fucking care! Volleyball, our friends, our family, you. Just because I don’t fawn, just because I don’t swoon, just because I don’t say a lot doesn’t mean I don’t care! How could you have been with me this long and not understood me at all!”

He’s crying now, can feel the wetness on his cheeks and Hinata’s stunned expression makes him wonder if he’s actually never done so in front of him before. Probably not.

Well, it’s too little too late on both their parts.

He grabs his jacket, pulling it on hard enough to strain a seam or two. The keys in his pocket jangle and he extracts them, wrenching lose the key of their shared apartment and flings it against the wall. “I wish I never met you,” he sneers then storms out the door and out of Hinata’s life forever.

Iwaizumi – Baby Talk

20. “I’m pregnant.”

58. "You look cute with a baby bump!”

For my dear Madame Iwa-chan! @mme-hajime I love you and hope you enjoy this and that you’re feeling lots, lots better!

From this prompt list

Iwaizumi loves watching her with kids. Her face lights up, her giggle is music and his heart swells a little more with love, his vision turning to the future; one he hopes isn’t too far away.

She’ll make a great mom someday.

Their first few years of marriage fly by–they were some of the first among their friends to take the plunge–but when the time comes to start building their family, time becomes the enemy and responses to other people’s joyful announcements are tinged in their souls with envy.

Why can’t we have a baby?

Elation is a word used too often incorrectly, Iwaizumi thinks. But it’s the only word that comes to mind when she speaks the words they’ve both been longing to hear.

I’m pregnant.

Having a co-ed baby shower was one of her best ideas to date, because of course they want every person who’ve been with them through the toil and pain of trying, trying, trying to be there when trying becomes success.

He scowls a little at Oikawa’s over enthusiastic “You look cute with a baby bump” but restrains himself from thumping the man on the back of the head; no need to teach his former setter’s children bad habits, that would just invoke poor parent karma.

So he smiles and kisses her temple and they laugh and talk and plan, take some advice (dismissing most) and bask in the glow of their impending sleeplessness.

Iwaizumi can’t wait.

Ooooooooooooooo! How about late night cuddles with Ennoshita???? The fluffier the better!

I am so sorry this took soooooooo long! I’m still struggling with writing especially since I just got over being sick but I’m hoping this will be to your liking and I hope you’re doing well! This is quite self-indulgent since because of said sickness I couldn’t get MY snuggles in with my hubby until recently. lol

Ennoshita wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face into the nape of your neck and takes a long deep inhale through his nose; it’s been too long since he held you last.

“Chikara-kun, I just got back my ability to breathe,” you complain, but he’s not fooled, he can hear the smile.

“Deal with it,” he mumbles, adding another bit of pressure to make his point, “you’ve been out of my arms for too many nights.”

“Blame my lazy Killer-T cells.”

He chuckles, the deep rumble in his chest vibrating against your back pleasantly; “Look who thinks they’re an expert just because you watch Cells at Work.”

“Hey! It’s a highly educational show!” After a pause you sigh, “I can’t wait for White and Red to fall in love.”

Ennoshita laughs again, trailing his fingers through your freshly washed and dried hair; it felt so good to take a shower and feel clean again.

Silence falls between you save for the blessed sound of you breathing normally, his own breath caught up on your skin, warming it. After a few minutes, he says quietly, nuzzling between your shoulder blades, “I really did miss holding you. I missed your warmth, I missed the feeling of you in my arms. You’re like my own special security blanket, or body pillow I guess.”

He rolls you to your back, pressing soft kisses to your temple, your cheek, your jaw and finally, your lips, against which he murmurs, “I missed kissing you, so, so much.”

“Chikara-kun,” you whisper, overwhelmed with the wealth of affection swimming in his eyes; “It was only three nights.”

He kisses you again, a bit longer, a bit harder, one hand holding the side of your face, his half his body covering yours; “It felt like forever.” He keeps kissing you, but doesn’t go beyond that, still mindful of your depleted energy and need to fully rest.

Eventually you both settle back down, him on his back with your head on his chest, his arm around you and your hand settled on his neck, your fingertips tracing idle patterns on his skin. Just before you fall asleep you hear him whisper, “I love you,” against the crown of your head.

Heya! It breaks my heart requesting this, but I got a prompt for you: “Buy yourself something nice. Because I don’t want this ring.” for Terushima? (I am scared about this one already)

A hundred years later, I finally write this one! I hope you like it!

You never knew your pulse could beat so loud, the thunder of it in your ears drowning out all sound. Around you, the bustle of people starts to slow; they’re noticing, pointing with giggles and delighted gasps at the display before them.

Terushima shifts slightly, his knee no doubt feeling the bite of the uneven concrete but he remains knelt, hands outstretched and fingers clasping a box—red in color and velvet in feel— in which lies a sparkling diamond ring.

Tears prick your eyes and you curse them—curse him—because he would have to put you in this position in front of strangers. Perhaps you should be thankful it’s not in front of friends.

“Terushima,” you say and see him start, his wide smile falling slightly at the use of his last name; no wonder since you’ve been together for nearly two years.

Actually, it has been two; today’s your anniversary.

You swallow the lump in your throat and begin again, “I… I can’t accept.”

Terushima stares at you for a moment then lets out an obviously forced laugh. “Haha, good one, _____!”

You ball up your fists. If he wants to do this here, fine.

“Asking me to marry you doesn’t change the fact you cheated, Terushima.”

That wipes the smile clean away. He face falls and he scrambles to his feet, tugging you to an alley.

Then he’s down again—this time on both knees—and tries to push the ring on your finger. “Please, _____, please don’t. That was a mistake. It didn’t mean anything and—“

“But it does mean something. It means I’m not enough for you!”

Terushima crumbles, leaning back on his heels, his head down. You’re not sure but you think he’s crying which makes you cry more but you have to do this; you have to be strong for yourself.

He looks up, tears rolling down his face and you choke on your breath.

He shakes his head as you stretch your hand towards him and say, “Buy yourself something nice. Because I don’t want this ring.” You release it, unwilling to stand here any longer with your torn heart on display.

It falls to the ground with a clink, rolling slightly away but he makes no effort to get it as you stride past him and disappear into the crowd.

Follower Appreciation Post #2

“Sorry you had to stay late again, ______-chan, we just really want to make sure we’re tightened down.”

You kept your head tilted down, fixating your attention on the clipboard in your hands. “It’s fine, Kuroo-san, I don’t mind. I’d be losing sleep anyway.”

“Oh ho?” You could feel him leaning closer. “And who, pray tell, is keeping you awake at night?”

“Don’t flatter yourself Kuroo-san,” you chuckled, hoping your play at nonchalance would be believed. It was doubtful considering who you were talking to but you could hope.

Kuroo elected to laugh, leaning up and away to move towards the exit. “I gotta get changed, I’ll walk you home, just hang tight,” he called over his shoulder.

Now there was an image you didn’t need. Ok, maybe you didn’t mind so much, it just made hiding your affection for Kuroo that much harder. Why did he have to be so damn attractive? And smart? And endearingly dorky?

You shook your head, trying to dispel the images and the pang in your heart. You needed to focus on supporting the team, they needed your full attention, unrequited love be damned.

“Go, go Nekoma! Push it, push it, Nekoma!”

The gym thundered with the noise of cheering. You were barely able to remain seated next to the coaches, your legs bouncing, clutching your clipboard so tight you were sure your fingers would cramp any moment.

The moment the other team called for a timeout, you were up, rushing to give the starters their water and towels, stammering out words of encouragement as best you could given the rattle of your own nerves.

The tremors in your heart intensified when you met your eyes to Kuroo’s. He took the bottle from your hand, fingers grazing yours and lifted it to his lips chugging down gulps of water. He wiped his mouth which then formed into that trademark smirk. “Cheer loud for me, eh?”

You swallowed and could only nod.

He grinned again before taking off for the court.

“So I didn’t hear you cheering,” Kuroo commented on the bus ride home, feigned hurt in his tone.

You shifted away, sure that he hadn’t meant to sit that close to you and you didn’t want to amplify the awkward. “My mistake, I’ll bring the bullhorn next time,” you said with a slight smile.

Kuroo scooted closer, his arm on the back of the bench seats to give him room and you could feel the heat radiating off him. His voice lowered and he leaned down closer to you. “Can I ask you something?”

You shifted again, giving him your full attention, sure he was going to ask for some stats on the game.

“Would you go out with me sometime?”

Your brain short circuited and your mouth opened and closed with no sound coming out. He waited, cheeks a little pinker than they were when he first sat down but he kept his gaze locked to yours.

Finally you managed to speak, “Are you serious?”

He snorted. “No, I’m screwing with you just to be an ass.” He shook his head, reached forward and took your hand in his. “Of course I am, you dork.”

You were silent again so he added, “Just nod, if you want to that is.”

And slowly, your head bobbed up and down making him smile even wider.

Follower Appreciation Post #1

To show appreciation for their support, I offered to write a special request piece for my top four followers, those people who have liked or reblogged my content the most per Tumblr’s tally system.

This isn’t a ploy or manipulation to get more notes, it’s just my way of saying thank you to those who took the time to give me feedback, which in turn helps me create more content, even if it’s taking me longer than I want it to.

I appreciate every single one of you, thank you for following, thank you for liking and thank you for sharing.

Third year. His third year was here already. Where had the time gone? Ennoshita takes a deep breath, his eyes scanning over the starting lineup coach Ukai put together. It was weird, being captain, being the one the team turned to for not only support on the court but he’s feeling like a therapist and part-time brother to most of the team, not to mention continuing to tutor Tanaka and Nishinoya to ensure their team continues to have a fighting chance; thank goodness for Yachi, he doesn’t think he can handle Kageyama and Hinata as well.

“Why the long face captain?”

Ennoshita looks up, smiling as you approach the table, your bag slung on one shoulder and an easy grin on your lips.

He’s thankful for you too.

To have someone outside of volleyball he can bitch to without fear of anything ever getting back to anyone’s ears. Much as he wants to be, he’s not perfect and having you to unload his strain and stresses on as well as have fun with is a gift.

One he’s becoming more and more inclined to want to keep for himself.

He’s never been a possessive person to his recollection, but now he finds himself watching more closely any guy who talks to you. Ok, maybe it’s closer to glaring, but… semantics. The point is, he cares about you and it’s getting harder and harder to hide it.

“I’m fine, really, just… we’re getting close to the spring tournament and I want to make sure we’re ready,” he confesses.

Another plus, he can be honest about his fears. It’s so easy to open up to you, which makes him laugh because he’s always heard that when people like each others, things get more awkward, harder, but with you things are easy; maybe that’s part of why he’s so attracted to you.

You pat his shoulder and the contact makes his heart thump harder. “You’ll be fine. Stop worrying so much about being last year’s Karasuno.”

“But they– we– were amazing! How can I not want to aspire to that?”

Your smile widens. “Who says this year won’t be more amazing? Have faith in the team–and yourself, Ennoshita-san– you’re gonna do great.”

With a wave, you leave him to continue his review but he watches your back until you turn the corner.

“Could you be any more obvious?”

Kinoshita’s voice makes Ennoshita jump, his pen falling to the table.

“Why don’t you ask her out already? Like, officially?” Narita asks taking a seat on the bench across from him, leaning on his elbows.

“Shut up, it’s-

“If you say it’s not like that I will bean you in the back of the head with a volleyball, I swear,” Kinoshita threatens.

“You could ask him out, you know? There’s no reason to wait for his slow ass to do it!”

You snorted into your soda and rolled your eyes. “Sure, let me ruin a perfectly good friendship on the off chance he feels the same way,” you said before taking another bite of food.

“Off chance? Are you blind? The boy is in love with you!”

“In love? I highly doubt that.” You feign indifference but can’t keep a tone of wistfulness out of your voice.

“Just… think about it. Cause it’s painful watching the two of you dance around each other when everyone knows you like each other,” she insisted.

It’s after school and you’re dead on your feet. The group project you’re on took much longer than previously anticipated and now you’re starving, brain a pile of mush and your eyelids feel like they weigh a hundred pounds.

“________-san?”

Ennoshita jogs up to you, sweat on his brow and breath a bit short; practice must have just finished.

“Hey there,” you say, giving him a tired smile.

He returns it as you fall into step together. You can’t explain it but the air between you seems to have shifted, a different energy crackling and giving you goosebumps. Part of you wonders if maybe, just maybe, your friend could be right. Maybe Ennoshita does feel something for you beyond friendship. Should you say something? Or is all your feeling the result of wishful thinking and the power of suggestion?

“So, the big game’s tomorrow, right?” you ask in place of the question dancing on the tip of your tongue.

He takes a deep breath, looking up to the night sky and exhales a long sigh. “Yeah, thanks to you I know we’re ready.”

“Me? I didn’t do anything except give you a kick in the rear,” you laugh. Your laughter cuts off when his hand takes yours, halting both of you in your tracks. You look up at him to find his eyes full on you, a light shining there you’ve never seen before.

“And that’s what I needed,” he says. Suddenly you notice the loudness of your heart beating in your ears, your blood rushing through your veins as you stare into those steady eyes. He tightens his grip, looks away, then back again. “You’re what I need,” he confesses in a low whisper.

And just like that, your world shrinks down to this one point, this one moment of standing in the middle of your school, holding the hand of the boy you love and not able to interrupt his words for anything else besides a confession.

Still, you can’t help but ask, “Ennoshita-san, are you… do you care about me… like that?”

He steps closer, drops his bag and cups the side of your face. “I like you, ______-san, I like you and I… I couldn’t not tell you anymore.”

Your giggle makes his eyebrows rise. “I’m hoping that’s a sign of happiness and not you laughing at my confession.”

You shake your head, lean up and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“I’ll take that as a yes?” he asks as you pull him towards the direction of the clubroom.

“Oh that? That was a kiss for luck tomorrow,” you tease.

“Hmmmm, then what’s your answer to my question?” he asks pulling you back to him.

You lean up, giving him a longer, deeper kiss. “Satisfied?

He nods. “Wait for me?” he asks glancing up towards the clubroom.

“Always,” you agree and he smiles.

OH BOY Jade, Firefighter AU for Semi? I sure wouldn’t mind him saving my ass, carrying me out of a burning building, or just for the heck of it. Hnggggggg that uniform.

“I never thought a public auction could be so fun,” you giggled, eyeing the prizes.

“Isn’t it a little… sexist?” Hitoka asked timidly, sipping her champagne, her cheeks tinted pink and steadily rising in color.

“My, my, never would have pegged our little Yacchan as pervy. It’s not that kind of auction sweetie.”

The pink flushed to scarlet and her ability to speak became nonexistent.

Shimizu sighed, “She’s just teasing, Hitoka-chan.”

You chuckled, patting the little blonde on the head then turned your attention to your bid sheet, eyes flicking up and down as you searched out number tags to go with the small bios written on the page.

#1: Sawamura Daichi, police officer. Officer Sawamura has been on the force for four years. A steadfast law enforcer, he has multiple arrests to his credit and is training with the K-9 unit along side his pitbull, Tanaka. Funds raised on his behalf will be donated to the K-9 unit’s retirement program, launched to allow officers and their retired dogs not to be parted at the end of their term.

“Ooooo, Yui-chan, he looks right up your alley,” you said, pointing out the dashing policeman across the room. “Damn he looks good in that uniform, doesn’t he?”

“Hey, now who’s the perve?” she asked.

“I never said I wasn’t one. And look who’s talking, miss “hasn’t taken her eyes off that broad back since I pointed him out”?”

“That is a rather long name,” Shimizu mused.

You all giggled.

“Hmmmm, let’s see, who’s next,” you murmured.

#3: Semi Eita, firefighter. Semi Eita, alongside being a very astute and admired firefighter, is considered among his peers an arson specialist, working closely with law enforcement on suspicious fires. Funds raised on his behalf will be donated to the youth center located near his firehouse where he and his fellow firemen invest time building up the kids through sports and educational assistance programs.

You looked back up, catching sight of him immediately. It was a little disappointing that he wasn’t wearing turnouts but you supposed it wouldn’t have been appropriate given the semi-black tie affair attire.

Oh well, you could always imagine it.

“Oh! Let’s make this night a bit more fun, since the likelihood of our affording these hunks of beef are slim to none,” Saeko said, a bit louder than she should but she was buzzed and there would be no stopping her.

Hitoka and Yui looked ready to bolt but you and Shimizu kept hold of them. “What do you have in mind?” you asked.

Saeko grinned, pulling out her phone. “It’s this new app I found, called DARE. You press this button and it spits out a list of dares varying in point value. The higher the risk the higher the points. And it deducts points if you don’t do anything from the list.”

“Sounds fun, I’m in,” you said.

Saeko entered all your names and handed the phone to you. “Bravest goes first!”

You pressed the button and a list of three dares popped up.

Take an embarrassing selfie and post it as your profile picture
Ask a stranger to style your hair and keep it that way for the rest of the day
Use a lame/embarrassing/suggestive pick up line on your crush

With a wry grin, you said, “I’ll do number three,” and handed the phone to Saeko.

You touched up your makeup and hair, then throwing a wink to the girls, made your way to a small cluster of men, in which contained the object of your affection– for the evening at least.

“Excuse me,” you said and they all stopped talking to look at you. You kept your eyes solely fixed on the ash blonde firefighter. “I just wanted to let you know, that I’d slide down your pole anytime.”

There was a pause then Semi Eita tilted his head and said, “That’s an urban myth, you know. Building codes don’t allow for holes in the floor since someone could fall through or let go of the pole, falling and injuring themselves.”

You blinked up at him, then burst out laughing. Reaching up, you tapped the lapel of his suit. “You’re lucky you’re pretty,” you said, then turned and sashayed away.

From behind you heard someone, the redhead you supposed, cackling. “SemiSemi you moron, you couldn’t get a better opening line than that! Go after her, you doof!”

“Shut up Tendou!”

BONUS:

It was a few weeks later when you found yourself pressed to a wall, Semi’s mouth on your neck. You sighed, carding your fingers through his hair and gasping as his hand pushed past the waistline of your shorts.

“I seem to remember being called to put out a fire, but you’re wet enough to do it yourself,” he mumbled against your flesh, his fingers diving into your heat.

Your head fell back, breath coming a bit faster as you stared at each other through half lidded eyes. “Then burn me, Eita,” you whispered.

He withdrew, whipping off his shirt before stooping to fling you over his shoulder into the classic fireman’s carry and headed to your bedroom.

could i get a kuroo x fem reader in their last year and they liked each other from the beginning but were “just friends” and she thinks he doesnt like her but confesses and they get a happy ending? i realy need one, i lost mine

kuroast:

i’m so sorry to hear that, and trust me i’ve been there and ofc it’s going to hurt but you’ll fall again and hopefully it’ll be requited 😘💕 stay strong! i’m here if you need to talk~

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You twirled the alcoholic drink in your glass as you absentmindedly watched how the moon reflected upon it. In all fairness, while the fact that this field trip was the last one you were going to have with the volleyball team, a part of you was still shaken up after suspecting Kuroo fell for another. He didn’t admit to it himself, but doubt inflicts more damage than certainty ever could.

A sigh escaped your lips as you leaned into the chair that was positioned, in your ever so humble opinion, rather perfectly on the balcony; it allowed you an astounding view of the starry sky yet kept you hidden from the wind. With a single glance at what was going on back in the livingroom, you could barely suppress a smile at the sight of Kuroo massaging his temples in despair over the nonsense Lev was spewing.

It was the perfect picture; one you were certainly going to miss once you leave.

Mere seconds after, Kuroo’s eyes locked with yours, resulting in him breaking out in a smile. With a single eye roll at the first year, he got up and made his way towards you.

“I feel like a failing parent,” he commented, closing the balcony door behind himself before placing the beverage that he tried his best not to spill, on the table.

“Next time, use protection,” you winked before raising your glass towards him in a sarcastic manner. He matched your pace and took a sip himself, a smug grin gracing his lips at your taunting.

Comfortable silence followed in; truth be told, atfter the entire day with the team, not even Kuroo would complain about finally getting some peace and quiet.

“Do you realise this is goodbye?” he suddenly blurted out as he awaited your reaction— was he the only one dreading it?

“I prefer to think of it as an opportunity to think of all the good memories we’ve had— it might be a goodbye, but not forever. It’s just that this chapter of our life is over.”

The male quirked his brow quizzicaly, rotating so that he was turned towards you properly, “Deep conversations under the stars with accompanying alcohol? Sign me in.”

Through a stiffled laugh you shook your head at him and found yourself regretting it afterwards. Perhaps you had a sip too many and dizziness overcame you.

“That’s what I’m talking about; every trip we go on, we end up like this. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to drink on a balcony without a part of me hoping you’re going to follow suit.”

“One day, I might,” he added, trailing off. As he opened his mouth to continue, you beat him to it. Nine chances out of ten you were going to regret it— at that point, the alcohol was talking and you had nothing to do with it.

“Don’t get my hopes up like that. You always do that,” your tone changed and you could no longer maintain eye contact. Puzzled by the change in the atmosphere, the raven leaned in, prepared to offer you a shoulder for whatever you might need.

“I like you,” you blurted out, “And I know you don’t like me. And I’m trying so hard to get over you. I kept letting go, I kept convincing myself that I was ready to do so. At times I was. It’s you, though. I blame you. You’re the one who won’t leave no matter how many chances I give you. In a crowd you look for me, you never leave my side— you don’t even give me five minutes with my other friends. I mean, for fuck’s sake, you aren’t supposed to chase a girl through the field, blowing dandelions at her unless you like h—“

“I do.”

“W-what?” your voice cracked; at that very given moment, your heart was racing so lound that you could hear it, and most likely he could as well.

“Have you ever once thought that I was always by your side because I like you? Because I need you? Because I want you? Because I would choose your company over anyone else’s?” he continued, getting up from his seat so that he could face you properly, “Every time you brushed me off as just a friend, it hurt, but I was prepared for it if it meant staying by your side.”

“What about—“

“(Name), you said it yourself. A guy doesn’t chase a girl through a field, blowing dandelions at her unless he likes her.”

A moment of silence followed suit; you spent it staring at one another, whether in amazement or disbelief— perhaps even in wonder, as you marveled at the fact that you were blind despite your perfect sight.

So all it took, after countless nights of empty “what ifs” and daydreams, was a mere confession. Oh, the trouble you could have saved yourself from.

“Kuroo, you absolute idiot, kiss h-nhmp!” Lev was cut off by the hand of an exhasperated Kenma as he drew the curtains with the other, swiftly apologizing for the intrusion.

Previously unaware of their presence, the male’s cheeks burnt bright red as he took a step back, prepared to turn into a stuttering mess at any moment, only to have you pull him in for a kiss in the brief moment of drunken courage.

It was a short peck, for the height difference didn’t allow much else without the additional help of the flustered raven, but you beamed with happiness nonetheless.

“Say, what you want, but for once, he’s right,” you commented cheekily. Having the doubt and fear of rejection lifted from your shoulders, you found it in you to smile brightly with no regrets.

—————

And there it was, a short, happy ending for all of those who didn’t get theirs.

Awwww!!! I’ve missed your stuff! It’s always so good! I love that you call Kuroo a raven because as much as he’s a cat, a raven is a good description too and I love it!

Ushijima – Let the man speak

ASK:From the sentence and Drabble prompts, can I get “You look…” “Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?” With Ushijima with a reader who hates dressing up? Thanks! You’re the bomb!

Thank you so much! I’m so sorry this took me forever to get done but I really hope you like it!

The bra pokes and the material is clingy and why can’t you just get away with wearing a simply nice shirt and skirt?! But no, your mother insisted on buying you a new ridiculous dress that “enhances your features”. You know this is a special evening for Wakatoshi, there’s no denying it but do you really have to get this dressed up?

“_______! Wakatoshi is here!”

You groan, take one last look in the mirror. Your hair is done and you’re wearing so much makeup you wonder if he’ll even recognize you.

One last shift of the bodice then you’re taking slow measured steps so as not to trip over the front of the dress.

You round the corner to find Wakatoshi standing by the door decked out in a full suit.

Ok, so maybe your mom was right.

As you make your way towards him he says, “You look-”

“Beautiful, I know. Can we move on?”

He tilts his head. “That wasn’t what I was going to say.”

“Oh.” You can’t manage to keep a hurt tone from your voice. Granted, you feel exceptionally awkward and would be the last person to admit you think you look good but you thought maybe at least he-

Wakatoshi’s deep voice breaks into your downward spiral. “You look ethereal.”

His hand lifts yours to his lips, a delicate kiss planted to its back and you blush furiously.

But with a smile.

Can I get a scenario with a domestic Iwa-Chan where he finds out his daughter has a boyfriend?

haikyuu-imagines-and-others:

I guess it’s Iwaizumi Week here on this blog lol either that OR you all are secretly super in love with Iwa-chan ;D The daughter’s age wasn’t specified, but I hope you like how I imagined this to go down haha Thanks for requesting! – Admin Satori ❤

Iwaizumi Hajime:

Kiyomi (Pure Beauty) – Daughter (13)

Maro (Myself) – Twin Son (4)

Reiji (Courteous Child) – Twin Son (4)

It was a madhouse in the Iwaizumi household. A mess was made of the fresh laundry by his oh so precious twin boys, and his daughter wasn’t home from school just yet to help him wrangle them together! It seemed every time he’d catch one, he’d have to struggle or overreach his body’s limitations to catch the other! Doing this would only cause him some muscle pain tomorrow – he wasn’t the spry young man he once was!

“Daddy! Over here! Can’t catch me~!” Then a messy raspberry before Iwaizumi was hurdling over the pile of laundry on the floor – having rashly decided to get his children under control before working to clean up the house.

Probably a poor decision, but a decision nonetheless.

A key in the lock of the front door had Iwaizumi turning to ask his daughter, Kiyomi, to help him grab her brother before the mess got worse. But his request died in his throat when he saw who was walking through the door with his baby girl.

Oikawa Yukio. Holding his daughters hand. Fingers laced. A light blush on his daughters cheeks and a wide smile on the little boys face – an identical one to his fathers, Oikawa Tooru.

A thump and a whine from Maro, Iwaizumi’s son, had Kiyomi looking at her father with identical green eyes, “Daddy! Why’d you drop Maro? You hurt his little head!” She let go of Yukio’s hand before rushing to her baby brother, kissing his forehead and making the four year old wrap his arms around her neck. “Daddy didn’t mean it, baby brother, he’s just being weird.”

“Me, too! Me, too!” Reiji rushed over to his brother and sister, wrapping his own arms around his sisters neck and smiling widely when she pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Boys.” Iwaizumi’s voice rumbled in his chest, the twins looked up at their father curiously – knowing he was about to give them a direct order… That was his daddy voice after all. “Distract your sister…. I have someone to talk to.” Then he was moving towards Yukio, who froze like a deer in headlights at the sight of his uncle practically charging towards him.

Maro and Reiji smiled far too sweetly at their big sister before they went completely limp in her arms, making her struggle to hold herself up as they dangled from her neck and shoulders. “Ah! Maro! Reiji! Cut it out!” Her hands pushed at their holds, trying to free herself – knowing her father would most likely scare off her new boyfriend. Her Yukio.

Yukio stared up at Iwaizumi with wide light brown eyes, identical to his fathers, “Uh… Go-Go-Good Afternoon, Uncle Iwa… H-h-how are y-you?” Unlike his father, Yukio had more sense to be afraid of those much larger than him – and his uncle was a mountain compared to his ant hill.

“Let’s take a walk, Yukio.”

His voice was deep, dark, and almost had a grave tone to it – Yukio wasn’t sure if this would be his last walk ever. He’d known how protective of Kiyomi his uncle was, and he’d known his own father had been praying nonstop for Yukio to gain the courage to ask her out – two forces for opposite causes. An idea sparked his movements, having him shuffle out the front door with Iwaizumi following behind him, and he prayed it would throw the scary father off his trail for even a little bit.

“D-D-Dad told me to ask her out!” Yukio blurted suddenly, and Iwaizumi grabbed his shirt to stop him from running for cover. The young boy was prompted to turn around and face his uncle, who admittedly looked less intimidating in the light of the day. Though, that didn’t stop the fear of the unknown push his heart into overdrive, “D-Dad said we-we looked cute together…”

Now Yukio blushed in embarrassment, scratching the back of his head as he stared down at his shoes, feeling a sense of shame for pushing all the blame off on his father. Oikawa had wanted his son to find happiness yes, and yes he did think his son and Iwaizumi’s daughter did look cute together, but to say he’d been the main drive of Yukio asking Kiyomi out…. Was a blasphemous lie.

And Iwaizumi knew it. Oikawa may have a death wish with many things – but pushing his son and Iwaizumi’s daughter together wasn’t one of them. Oikawa had known that was going to happen regardless. And so did Iwaizumi. Hell, he’d known as soon as Oikawa had come to him announcing the discovery of his son in his wife’s womb. It was bound to happen. Fate wanted Iwaizumi and Oikawa to stay together, near each other – together by friendship or by marriage of their children, whichever drew them closest.

But that didn’t mean Iwaizumi was just going to let it pass without a hitch.

Yukio gulped as he continued to stare down at his shoes, feeling his eyes brimming with tears now that he’d lied. Shamefully lied, feeling absolutely awful for pushing it off on his doting father. “Yukio…” The boy practically jumped at the rumbling of his uncle’s voice, but looked up at his familiar green eyes. Iwaizumi sighed and sat down on his porch step, patting the cement next to him, “Come here.” Yukio did as he was told, sitting next to his uncle and hiding his hands between his knees – they were clammy.

Silence held the air between them. Iwaizumi didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know where to start. Yukio was too scared to even look up from his knees. Inside the house, there was yelling and running around – Kiyomi trying to get to the door to make sure her daddy hadn’t ruined her best friend turned boyfriend, but being distracted by her little brothers making more havoc of the house.

“I’m not…. Mad, Yukio.” Iwaizumi broke the silence, feeling his initial rage slowly die down. They were kids. 13 years old. So much more life ahead of them, Iwaizumi was sure they’d drift apart with time. Or grow stronger. “I want you to promise you’ll be careful with her.” It almost pained him to say something so… serious… to a boy he’d personally seen shit his pants when he didn’t get what he wanted as a toddler.

Yukio quickly nodded his head, “Y-Y-Yes, sir! Of course, Uncle… I wouldn’t ever do anything to hur-“

“I’m not done.” The boy shut his mouth, curling his lips inward and chewing on the bottom one – his uncle was terrifying when he wanted to be. “I trust you to not hurt her… Because you know your father wouldn’t tolerate it, either… Of all the snot nose boys she could have picked, against my wishes and hopes…. I guess… I’m kind of okay that she picked you.” It was hard to say, hard to express, how truly thankful Iwaizumi felt about his daughters and Yukio’s new step… Mostly because he had to get over his initial, primal need to protect his offspring from anything and everything.

But he had practically raised Yukio along with Oikawa and his wife. And Oikawa had done the same to Kiyomi and the twins. They were familiar. They were family. The idea of his daughter and Oikawa’s son was much more… welcomed… than the idea of his daughter with some schmo only wanting the worst for her.

“Uncle?” Iwaizumi glanced at Yukio from the corner of his eye, feeling if he looked at the boy any more that he’d get less okay with what was happening. “I’m sorry I lied about Dad…” Yukio hung his head in shame, still feeling awful for his false claims.

Somehow… The shame rolling off Yukio’s shoulders had a comforting effect on Iwaizumi. Made him more comfortable with the idea of this better rounded boy dating his precious daughter. Iwaizumi hummed and patted his ‘nephews’ back, “It’s fine.” And it was. Iwaizumi didn’t feel his initial rage anymore, nor did he feel any negative feelings towards Yukio. Because he knew Yukio may look exactly like his best friend, exactly like Oikawa in every way…

But he wasn’t Oikawa. He wasn’t the pretty, popular, troublesome boy Iwaizumi had gown up with throughout the years.

A loud smashing of glass echoed from the house – and Iwaizumi let out a loud, long sigh before he was standing up from the porch and walking to the front door. “I’m getting too old for this trash. Boys!” All havoc stopped in its place as the twins looked at their father with wide green eyes, waiting for his next order while Kiyomi stopped chasing after them, giving her father an exasperated expression. Iwaizumi chuckled lowly, feeling as if he had a long journey ahead of him with these children of his.

By the time Kiyomi is 13… Iwaizumi is 40 years old – poor old man lol Just thought I’d slide this detail in there for better clarification 🙂

This is ridiculously cute!!