Iwaizumi- It’s The Simple Things

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An Iwaizumi scenario where he looks at his girlfriend doing normal stuff like painting and baking and just hanging out on the couch and reading and he just realizes how much he loves her so he blurts out to her to marry him. Thanks! Keep up the great work!

Thank you so much for the encouragement, I’m sorry this took so long to get out, I hope you really enjoy it.

It was a simple day, warm but not too hot, the kind where debate between being indoors or out was non-existent because either way it would be pleasant.

“Let’s get some fresh air,” she commented, gathering her easel and paints. Iwaizumi nodded, moving to help despite her soft protests. They made way to the backyard, Iwaizumi settling into the hammock he’d put up the week before while she set up. Hands behind his head, Iwaizumi stared at the branches above but before long his head shifted, eyes falling back on her.

Perched on her stool, brush in hand making soft strokes against the canvas, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she blended. He knew that was what she was doing by the circular motion of her hand.

As he watched her work, he felt his eyelids grow heavy, the lull of the breeze and gentle sway of the hammock sending him into twilight slumber, her face the last image in his mind.

Descending into dream, the years of them together faded in and out like a black and white 8mm film reel, the highlights of their lives so far.

Meeting in college while sharing horror stories of their shared professor, unfortunately in different classes.

Him asking her on a date after much prodding from Oikawa.

Them making it “official” the first time he called her his girlfriend to off put some way too insistent guys bugging her in the cafeteria.

The smile she’d given him in that moment.

Now they were in their final year of school, each headed on the path of their chosen careers having faced both joys and sorrows such the death of her father followed closely by the birth of Oikawa’s unplanned daughter (and the subsequent falling in love with the little tyke as “uncle Iwa-chan” and “auntie, ____-chan” babysat from time to time to allow the frequently frazzled parents some peace and quiet).

And on that memory, new images burst into technicolor hues. Images of them married, living together, having children…

The image shook slightly, making him frown. It felt so real, so peaceful, so there he never wanted to leave. But now the motion was accompanied by a noise; the sound of his name.

“Hajime, come on sleepy head, wake up!”

He blinked his eyes open, staring up at her beautiful visage, hand absentmindedly reaching up to wipe his thumb against a streak of blue paint that somehow landed on her cheek. She smiled, that smile, and kissed his palm.

“Marry me,” he breathed out, barely above a whisper.

Her eyes went wide.

He struggled from his prone position, almost falling out of the wiley scoop of fabric. Finally to his feet, he stared into her eyes, leaned down and kissed her. “I know it’s not the most romantic way to ask but-”

With a tilt of her toes and the press of her lips, she sealed off his deprecation. Pulling away she giggled, “It was perfectly you, it was perfectly…us.”

He smiled, a true wide brighter than the sun smile, and picked her up, spinning about the grass and laughing like a fool but he didn’t care. Stopping mid turn, he looked at her again. “That was a yes, right?”

And her laughter rang out to the sky as she nodded. “With all my heart,” she assured.

J and H and Iwaizumi for the smut hc!

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H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)

Iwaizumi is not usually one for public displays of affection, preferring to keep such intimacy behind closed doors. But tonight, she just had to wear that dress. The one falling just above her knee exposing creamy, smooth legs. The one with an open back displaying unblemished skin. Rather than sitting across from her as he usually would, Iwaizumi takes a seat as close to her as possible, body pressed right against hers. Feather light touches trail up from her calf over her knee, his hand rising as high as he dares with them sitting in a restaurant booth.

His other hand wraps around her shoulders, pulling her away from the vinyl bench garnering him access to the flesh of her back which also receives teasing, easy touches.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you look?” he asks low in her ear.

She shakes her head slowly, coy grin on her lips. “Why don’t we get outta here and you show me, Iwaizumi-kun?”

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)

“You should have seen him!” she exclaimed, eyes bright with excitement. “Oikawa-san served almost a perfect set, he was so close to shutting them out all by himself!” Iwaizumi’s brow furrowed listening to her talk. It was true enough that Seijoh’s setter had managed to show an amazing control of the ball and while he should have been proud, the ace couldn’t help but be annoyed. Not only was that set a bit boring for the rest of the team but now his girlfriend was expounding on the gleaming talent of his best friend.

And Oikawa, damn him, was eating it up, a smug smile on his face.

“And then,” she went on, gesturing enthusiastically, “when they did return the volley, he got the spike too! It was amazing!”

The bell ringing signaled the end of lunch, all the students standing to head to the cafeteria exit and their respective classrooms.

“Bye ______-chan, thanks for the exceptional recap today!” called Oikawa as he walked the opposite direction of her and Iwaizumi. Before she could wave, Iwaizumi grabbed her hand, tugging her away and around the corner.

“Hajime-” she complained but further words were swallowed in a heated kiss under the stairs. Iwaizumi grabbed a handful of her hair, roughly holding her head in place as he ravaged her mouth. Knees weakening, she gripped the front of his shirt but Iwaizumi had other ideas. A push against her shoulders landed her against the wall, his mouth latching onto the column of her throat, deep sucks and harsh nips maring her flesh.

“Wha- what’s gotten into you?” she panted, eyes rolling to the back of her head as his hands trailed under the hem of her shirt.

“Just reminding you who you belong to,” he rasped against her skin.

Arms (Iwaizumi x Reader)

haikyuu-sins:

For the birthday boy~ I hope I haven’t posted this before on here! I know it’s on my dA but not sure about here..

You let out a groan as your girlfriends all gushed over the one and only: Oikawa Tooru. It was currently after school and they were waiting near the gym to see said boy after his volleyball practice. It was gross how they seemed to have his schedule memorized and followed him like little puppy dogs.

"You know, all you guys talk about is Oikawa. There are other cute guys at Aoba Jousai besides him.“ you begin to tell them, but they quickly retaliate.

"Oh really? And who here is cuter than Oikawa?” one of them piped up with her eyebrow raising in question.

"Well for starters, the entire volleyball team is pretty cute. But have you seen his best friend Iwaizumi?“ you closed your eyes and let out a frustrated groan. “Oh my god Iwaizumi.”

The girls chuckled a little but you only thought it was because they were poking fun at you since you thought that his friend was cuter. “What about Iwaizumi?”

"What do you mean, ‘What about Iwaizumi?’ Have you not seen him??“ you asked in an astonished and even a bit offended tone. "That boy is going to be the death of me I swear! His arms specifically- you must be blind if you don’t think that his arms are perfect. Oikawa wouldn’t stand a chance against him in an arm wrestling match and you all know it. Oikawa’s arms would snap in half under those beautiful, tan, perfect arms.” you pointed at them, knowing that they had to agree.

"Yeah yeah yeah…“ one waved you off with a roll of her eyes.

"So (F/N)~” another friend started with a small smirk. “Would you like his ‘beautiful, tan, perfect arms’ around you?” she quoted your description.

"You already know the answer to that! It’s a yes from me.“ you chuckled lightly, a small blush appeared on the apples of your cheeks thinking about them and once again, a frustrated groan left your lips.

”(Y/N)-Chaaaan~ Is that really what you think??“ you could practically hear the mocking and fake pout in his voice as he spoke but it made you freeze completely. You knew that whiney voice belonged to and where he was- Iwaizumi was. "You don’t think I could beat Iwa-chan arm wrestling?? Iwa-chan what do you think??”

But before Iwaizumi even had a chance to speak, even though he probably wasn’t-he was too embarrassed and flustered by what he had heard you say about him- you spoke up quickly. “Okay. I’m going to go home now because if I don’t look behind me and I don’t see them that means they aren’t there and they didn’t hear a single word. So with that being said-” you gave your friends a small wave and started to walk off. “Goodbye.”

You knew that he heard everything and you heard your friends giggling behind you. “I hate you all!” you called to them, not turning around.

"Love you too~!“ they all laugh one or two louder than the others with an annoying male laugh mixed in.

"H-Hey!” a voice calls out to you and quick footsteps follow in suit. You try to walk a bit faster knowing that it was Iwaizumi. You were already embarrassed enough as it was and you didn’t particularly want to face him. “Wait!”

Reluctantly though, you slow your pace and let him catch up to you, twiddling with your bag strap that you have a tight grip on. Your eyes dart around, anywhere that isn’t in the green eyes of the boy standing next to you.

"Um.. so..I..can I walk you home?“ the taller boy asked you awkwardly, scratching his blushing cheek.

"If you want to…” you replied clearly just as awkwardly but there was a slight stutter in your words that was unintentional.

The silence was broken soon by the volleyball ace. “So I hear you really like my arms?”

So cute and funny! I love Iwa-chan (and his arms) so much!!