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asked: can u make another iwaizumi angst with happy ending pls? where iwaizumi has been going through some shit and s/o tries to take care of him but being the clusmy ass, s/o ends up pissing him off big time and it turn to a huge fight? make me cryyyyyy and then mend me with a fluffy ending! thanks! Phattest of the bets- here we go Hajime>:) Outburst. (Iwaizumi
Hajime x Reader) Warning(s): angst to fluff kinda fic, slight cursing, oop if you’re heart hurted I hope I mended it :), timeskip! Iwaizumi, slight blood due to light injury ——————————————————– “Y/N.” “Hey.” You let out a breathy laugh when Iwaizumi stumbles through the front door, bag brimmed with important papers hitting the floor with a slight thud before he collapses on top of you, arms wrapping around your waist tightly. More laughs
bubble out of your throat as you struggle to support him, ignoring the heavy weight of the boy before lifting a hand to stroke his hair lightly. “Tough day at the university?” “You have no idea.” The spiker huffs against the juncture between your shoulder and neck, and you hum, pushing him slightly to examine Iwaizumi’s sharp features, smile growing when he leans into your touch. “Can we just go straight to bed?” “You have to eat first.” You reply
softly, helping him shrug his jacket off before kissing him on the cheek, frowning when you see just how dark the circles under his eyes were. “Are you sleeping okay?” “Don’t worry about it.” Iwaizumi’s reply is short as he brushes past you, voice strained as your frown deepens with worry. “Let’s just get dinner over with so I can get the hell to sleep.” You blink at his tone, contrasting from before you told him he couldn’t have what he wanted. Almost like a
child, in this situation. “I can bring it to you-?” “Y/N. I said let’s get it over with.” Your eyes widen a fraction, retort almost slipping off your tongue like venom before you bite it. Like your loving boyfriend, you had a slight temper- but today you decided to make an exception, seeing how exhausted he was after working the overtime shift. Pressing your lips together, you nod before entering the kitchen with him on your tail. “I made
agedashi tofu!” You try to lighten your voice, glancing behind you to see his reaction to his favorite food, hoping to see that same grateful smile pass his face- but it doesn’t. “Thanks.” Iwaizumi’s tone is dismissive as he continues to scroll on his phone through emails for school, and you wilt slightly-wishing he could see the flash of hurt that passed your face. Wordlessly, you prepare the dish on a plate before walking over to him and begin to set it in front of him,
catching a glimpse of his phone screen in the process. “Is that for the sports science exam coming up-?” “Jesus, fuck-” Iwaizumi flinches away from you, annoyance filling his features at the fact that you were looking at his phone screen, not noticing that he wasn’t the only one startled in the process. Your jaw slackens when Iwaizumi’s broad shoulder collides with your arm holding the platter, the food falling onto his thigh as you
lift a hand to your mouth- the dish was still piping hot. Your breath gets caugh in your throat as you rush around to soak a towel, filling a glass with ice as soon as it happens to aid the redness growing on Iwa’s thigh- your boyfriend falling scarily quiet. Iwaizumi stares at the burning food on his thigh, something in him finally snapping. “Here-!” “Why the fuck can’t you do anything right?” Huh? Your grip loosens
on both items as you freeze with a doe-eyed expression on your features. Iwa’s voice was scarily soft as he chuckled humorlessly, dark eyes looking at you with a piercing look that read danger. And then his voice rises, the coil inside of him lit. “Are you usually this goddamn clumsy?! Jesus fucking christ, Y/N! Do I need to give you a visual example of how to place a shitty plate on the table?! Because here-!” You flinch when Iwaizumi grabs the glass from your hand,
slamming it on the table afterwards as the glass breaks into shards, a gasp slipping your throat. “Did you get it through that pretty, empty little head of yours?!” Iwa softly gasps when a choked sob leaves your throat, the burning on his thigh and his now-bloodied hand suddenly unnoticeable as he realizes how far he had escalated a small situation. You swallow back the lump in your throat, slowly falling to your knees to try and pick up some of the shards. “Ow-!” “Y/N don’t-” Iwa reaches out for the fingers you had pricked, tone suddenly soft. “Don’t touch me!” You hiss, eyes blurring with unshed heat as you retract your hand back in a flinching motion, Iwa’s eyes widening a fraction as you slowly raise to your feet, blood trickling down your fingers as you let the venom slip. “I go to school too. I get home half an hour earlier than you do, and I’m tired as hell- but I still went out of my way
to make you your favorite food because I know you had exams today!” Iwaizumi flinches as your tone raises, wanting you to yell some more because he deserved it- but you don’t. “I do it because I love you, you dickhead.” Your voice cracks, Iwa’s chest brimming with guilt as he looks at all the prepared food behind you, ready to pack his lunches for the next week. “But you don’t get to do that. You don’t get to pretend like you’re the only one who’s
tired and has shitty days and use it as an excuse to treat me like that. Get over yourself because I’m pretty damn tired too, and I don’t deserve this shit.” The tears are streaming freely now, Iwa going to stroke some away- heart sinking when you flinch back as if you were afraid of him. “I-I’m sorry I burned you.” Iwaizumi’s expression remains stoic as you rush past him into your shared bedroom, hearing the slam of the door echo throughout the
apartment. Only when he hears the lock turn is when he covers his mouth tightly with his palm, his own set of tears dribbling over his knuckles as he muffles his sobs into his hand. You were afraid of him. Iwa takes in deep breaths through the nose, hope sparking in his heart when he hears the door open only to shut tightly a few seconds after. Stepping over the shards, he goes to investigate with a heavy heart- only for more drops to fall off his knuckles
and onto the floor as he picks up the burn ointment, bandages, and disinfectant. Slowly, regret and guilt brimmed in his chest, he slides his back against the door until he’s sitting, hanging his head between his knees as one hand loosely holds the bottle of burn ointment. Even in a fight, you cared about him. The one good thing in his life right now, and he let his temper win. “Y/N.” His voice croaks, grip tightening on the ointment. “God, I’m sorry. I’m so fucking
sorry that I’m an idiot. I don’t care about the burn or my cuts anymore, what about your hand?” Iwaizumi feels a small sense of relief when he hears your own back against the door, sliding until you’re on the floor with your knees tucked into your chest. His voice softens even more, wanting to selfishly see you. “Y/N? Tell me you’re okay.” You stay silent, examining the scarlet on your finger as a few more stray tears slip your eyes, wanting nothing more than
to hold him. “Tell me you’re okay, Y/N. Please-” “To be honest, I’m kind of scared.” Your voice falls to a whisper as Iwaizumi clenches his fist in anger at himself, hanging his head even lower as he wonders if what was done was the slightest bit reparable. “I get it if you don’t want to be with me. Just say the word and I’ll-” Your legs are moving before you can think, and suddenly your hand is on the lock twisting it and throwing the door open.
Iwaizumi’s eyes widen as his jaw slacks, tackling him into a hug from behind, standing on your knees as you hug him tightly in his sitting position. Iwa curses, loving the feel of you holding him as heat begins to flood his eyes again, the fear of losing you becoming too much to bear. “Don’t say even more idiotic things.” You whisper, hugging him even tighter as you feel Iwaizumi- solid, strong, stone-hard Iwaizumi- quiver as he wonders what he did to deserve someone like you. He sniffs, wiping his eyes with his sleeve harshly and turning to you with puffy eyes before handling you with a gentleness that you rarely got to see, sitting in front of you silently as he fiddles with the bandages and disinfectant. “Let me see.” “Hajime, yours are worse-” “Don’t care.” He mutters, gently taking your wrist as if you were porcelain, before opening some disinfectant and eyeing you. “Hold on to my arm. It’s gonna sting.” You bite your lip, clenching Iwa’s muscle as the sting of the disinfectant seems less painful than usual, not being able to hold back your soft smile when he takes the utmost care in wrapping the kitten bandage around your finger. “You next.” You go to grab the disinfectant, frowning when Iwa shakes his head. “I don’t deserve it.” “Why so sad?” You attempt a joke, pulling Iwa’s hand back and beginning to give him the same treatment as Iwa tries to keep a
straight face, eyeing you as if you were some beautiful discovery before pulling you tightly into his embrace as his chin rests on your shoulder. “Hajime I’m not done-” “I love you.” You smile into his shoulder, pretending not to notice the tears that were wetting the back of your shirt. “Don’t be afraid of me. Don’t flinch away from me. I’m so goddamn sorry-” “Hajime.” “What?” He furrows his brows as if you were
challenging him when you pull back, wondering if you would tease him for his heartfelt words before you kiss him fully, smiling into it when Iwa sighs as if he was releasing pent up emotion. His hand holds you there for a minute before he pulls back to rest his forehead against yours, thumb stroking your cheek distractedly. “We’ll get through this.” Iwa’s lips quirk up in a half smile before he kisses your temple, using both hands to cup your face. “I don’t
deserve you.” “You’re right, you don’t.” Iwa rolls his eyes at your cheeky grin, still finding you perfect despite the red eyes and tear-stained cheeks. “Brat.” “Dickhead.” “Can we…go eat dinner after we clean up?” Iwa looks off to the side, suddenly embarrassed as you gape at how unbelievably cute he was being, before holding his hand out to you. You smile softly, eyes suddenly dry before standing and wrapping your
bandage-wrapped finger around his. “Yeah. I made your favorite.” ——————————————— General works: @takemetovalhalla @kasandrafaye @dreebbles @savemesteeb @yams046 See more posts like this on Tumblr #iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu oneshots #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu iwaizumi #seijoh #haikyuu angst #iwaizumi x reader #hq iwaizumi #haikyuu seijoh #haikyuu aoba johsai #haikyuu #haikyuu animeMore you might likeparkersvibes asked: AHHH CAN WE DO A PART 2 OF YOUR EX
APPROACHING YOU WHILE THE BOYS ARE AROUND? WITH AKAASHI, KUROO, IWA AND ATSUMU? I LOVED THE FIRST ONE 🥺🤩🤩🤩 Thank you for 2.6k you guys!!!! Here are some possessive volleynerds for you lovelies<33 And thank you sm for the request love I love the diversity in teams- writing in scenarios
aha Warnings: cursing, this is a douchey ex so he does say some pretty shitty things lol Continuation of This One S/O With a Douchebag Ex (Akaashi, Kuroo, Iwaizumi, and Atsumu) ———————————- Akaashi “Hey! You did so well out there!” Akaashi offers a
glimpse of a smile at your excited figure in the stands as he jogs up the steps to where you are, feeling the tiredness seem to drift away as he takes the seat next to you. You grin when one of his arms loops around your waist to tug you into his side, not minding the slightly sweaty setter as he sighs into your shoulder in content. “I’m so glad you made it. Now please tell them I’m asleep.” “What-?” You sweatdrop when seemingly on cue, Bokuto and Konoha run up the
same steps of the bleachers, pointing at Akaashi’s “sleeping” figure in accusation. “I knew it! I knew he would run off to Y/N the minute we finished-” “Sh.” You put a finger to your lips as Bokuto pauses, feeling a laugh bubble up in your throat when Akaashi’s lips curl into a smile aginst your shoulder. “He’s tired.” “Oh boo hoo look at you two all cute and shit.” Konoha snips, settling on the other side of you as you roll your eyes. “Bite
me.” “Don’t be bitter you’re single.” You laugh as the rest of Fukurodani settle in the bleachers around you, humming a little as Akaashi holds you a little tighter in thanks as he uses you to recharge. “Well isn’t this a fucking sight.” You tense up immediately at the voice that belongs to the newcomer, your frozen state not going unnoticed by the blue-eyed boy who still had his eyes closed, a frown now growing on his lips. “Still whoring
around, Y/N? All these boys waiting their turn?” Bokuto and Komi had both begun to stand up, and you cast a sharp glance at both of them that had them both sitting back down with a shared glare in their pupils. You breathe in a shaky sigh before offering a wobbly smile to your ex, not noticing that blue-green eyes had snapped open and Akaashi had lazily looked up at your ex with a lit flame behind his eyes before you could stop him. “Say it again.” His voice is soft as
you sigh. No stopping him now. Your ex tried to hide his nervousness at Akaashi’s lazy stare that held a deadly feel with a feigned chuckle. “What?” “I said,” Akaashi stands, towering to his full height that seemed a little more intimidating than usual as he towers over your ex, grabbing his shirt and pulling him closer with a head tilt. The mix of tiredness and annoyance was evident on Akaashi’s face as he feels irritation bubble in his stomach at someone openly
insulting his girlfriend. “Say it again. You think I care if we’re in public?” You gape at his thug-like actions along with the team, and your ex shoves your boyfriend off with a growl before casting you one more glare. “This isn’t over.” “I’d say it is.” Akaashi steps in front of your line of vision, jutting his chin to the side in a motion for him to get the hell out of here. “Now kindly leave before I kindly resort to getting
physical.” You feel your heartbeat pick up when your ex spins on his heel cowardly, Akaashi collapsing back in his seat to lay his head back on your shoulder. “Violence is tiring.” “Y-Y/N, I’m scared-” “Who the hell have you been hanging out with ‘Kaashi?!” You nudge him slightly, smiling gratefully as Akaashi props one eye open, only replying to you and ignoring his teammates inquiries- “Thank you.” “I
have him recorded on my phone, so no need to worry anymore. I could ruin him in a second.” You cast a glance to Konoha, realizing just how frightening Akaashi could be when pissed off for the right reasons. “..I think I’m scared too.” “Oh shush.” Akaashi kisses your shoulder, arms resting around your waist as his voice mumbles in your ear, all teasing fading from your voice as a safety net extends across your heart. “No scum gets to talk about
you like that, angel.” Kuroo “I have half the mind to just abandon you.” “Noooo!” You whine, willing your legs to keep walking as Kuroo looks behind him amusedly, hand clasped in yours as the raven-haired captain attempts to tug you along. “Who’s idea was it to walk this big ass park again?” “…yours.” “Nuh-uh.” You deny with a pout, prompting Kuroo to snort before tugging you to one of the nearby benches, sitting you
down sweetly as you pout up at him. “I swear it’s like I’m your babysitter more than your boyfriend, kitten.” “That’s called-” You use both hands to make a rainbow shape with a seemingly innocent grin as Kuroo hits you with a deadpan stare. “Pedophilia~” “Aaaaand that’s it, I’m abandoning you-” “Wait, I was joking!” You grab his hand when he spins on his heel, thinking he was simply being overdramatic before Kuroo winks once, kissing your
knuckle. “As if I would actually do that. Do you want milktea or iced tea?” Your pout grows as you retract your hand. “Milktea.” “Stop pouting, you’re prettier when you smile.” “And for that reason, I will continue to pout because you told me to stop- ow!” You glare at your boyfriend’s teasing smirk as he walks off, rubbing the spot on your forehead where he flicked before basking in the feeling of relaxing your legs, deciding to
enjoy the rest time while you can. As your hands massage at your calves, a voice makes your heart drop into your stomach. “Y/N?” The feeling of wanting to disappear spreads over your chest as you slowly meet the eyes of someone you had never wanted to see again, a scoff falling out of his lips at the sight of you. “Did your newest toy leave you already?” He questions sickeningly sweet as your gaze drops back down to your shoes, bottom lip trembling
at just the sound of his voice. “Did he use you for your body like all the rest did?” “N-No, not that that’s any of your business anyways.” You mumble, still not meeting his eyes as you wish Kuroo would come back faster, your ex taking another step forward with a smirk holding no good intentions. “Well, why don’t we go back to the good old days, hm?” He reaches for your wrist, and just as you flinch- “Oops. My hand slipped.” Your eyes
widen as Kuroo’s iced americano had created a puddle on the floor in which your ex stood, a pissed-off expression in the feral boy’s eyes as he smiles with no kindness behind it, fake-apology slipping off his tongue. “Sorry about that! Man, I’m suddenly wishing I got it hot.” Kuroo throws the lid over his shoulder, not reacting when your ex turns on him, his grin simply widening when your ex realizes just how broad and tall your new boyfriend was. “Are we good?” Kuroo
continues, taking his other hand out of his pocket with seemingly innocent intentions as his gaze darkens, smile borderline sinister. “Or do you have business with my girlfriend?” Kuroo makes a point to step in front of you, crossing his arms with a strained grin. “Because in all honesty, you’re getting a little too close for comfort, hm? Or do I need to show you the meaning of too close for comfort?” The tone of Kuroo’s voice sends a shiver down your
spine as you see just how hard Kuroo is clenching his fists, restraining himself but still casting you reassuring glances to calm you down. “Tsk.” Your ex casts you one more promising death glare before spinning on his heel. “I don’t have time to play with trash anyways.” Kuroo watches as he walks off, smile gone and replaced with a frown as his eyes seem to gleam with a dark look to them, softening a little when you reach out to tug on his sleeve. “Kitten,
did he do anything to you, because I can go after him. I’ve never once feared prison-” “Tetsurou.” You whisper, lifting your head to meet his worried gaze through watery eyes as you wish you could respond to his joke the way he would want you to. “Can you maybe just…hold me?” “I’ll do you one better. You can ride on my back while we go back to the coffee shop to go buy my coffee that I uh, dropped. Deal?” “Deal.” you interlock pinkies with him as
he hoists you on his back, Kuroo pretending not to notice your weakness as you bury your head in his neck and cry as he walks along. He turns his head a little, smiling softly when your tears wet his shoulder. “Oi, just so you know- I would never abandon you. So don’t worry your pretty little head over nothing, kitten.” Iwaizumi “Hajime, please don’t get the candy- just get popcorn and the drinks.” “What?” Iwa blinks as if you had
just offended him, handing you the two tickets as he arches a confused brow. “But you always get candy.” “I’m dieting!” You proclaim proudly, and Iwaizumi stares at you for a solid six seconds before turning around. “Anyways, do you want chocolate or the gummies?” “Did you not hear-” “Oh I heard. But there’s no need to diet when you’re already…” “Already?” You grin cheekily as you see the tips of his ears turn red. “You’re
getting chocolate.” “Hajime-” You sigh as he rushes away from you towards the counter, leaving you to examine the ticket stubs with a bouncing in your chest. Iwaizumi wasn’t the most open about his feelings towards you, but it was clear that he definitely cared- and that’s all that really mattered. You really thought nothing would ruin this night. “Look what we have here! How’ve you been, Y/N?” You still when an arm gets thrown over your shoulder, feeling your breathing hitch at the sight of someone you hadn’t seen in months. Automatically, you go to step away only for a hug to be forced on you, and you feel your eyes brim with unshed tears as your world seems to stop for a second. “You missed me, didn’t you? Why’d you leave me, Y/N? Fate must be telling us-” You squeak when your the back of your shirt is pulled strongly, relaxing at the feel of Iwaizumi’s chest on your back as you could hear his breaths attempting to be steady. A laugh almost bubbles out of your throat when you see his other arm was cradling a bucket of popcorn with various other snacks inside of it. “Y/N.” Iwaizumi looks down at you seriously, voice blunt. “Want me to hurt him?” You blanch at the straight-laced tone of your boyfriend, but you find yourself wanting to smile- “Ah. So you’re why she left. That little slut left me because you came into the picture, huh?” Iwaizumi suddenly gets an unreadable look in his eye as his bangs seem to cover the dark irises, humorless chuckle slipping his lips as you put a hand on his arm, panicked. His breaths were no longer controlled. “Hold this.” You blink when he hands you the bucket of popcorn, eyes bewildered before Iwaizumi rolls his sleeves up, taking his time as your ex laughs mockingly at the sight. “What, are you really gonna hurt me in a-” “Yup.” You flinch when Iwaizumi shamelessly kicks him to the floor as if he were nothing, fire blazing in his dark eyes as you grip the bucket a little tighter, watching as Iwa bends down to his level, ignoring the crowd beginning to form. “So not only are you openly going to touch my girlfriend when I’m not near her when she obviously doesn’t like it- you’re gonna call her names too when I’m standing right here?” Iwaizumi tilts his head the slightest bit to the side, just enough to send shivers down his spine. “Still want to see if I’m really going to do it?” Iwaizumi asks in a bored manner, beginning to reel his fist back as your ex squeaks out a no, scrambling away with his hands before angrily glancing at you in his escape. Iwa gets back up, dusting his hands off as if nothing had happened before walking back up to you and popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth. “What theatre are we in?” “Hajime, you just-” “I wasn’t actually going to punch him.” “That’s not the point.” “Hey.” Iwaizumi uses his finger to wipe at the stray tears in the corner of your eyes. “He made you cry, didn’t he?” Your eyes widen as your heart bounces around in your chest, Iwaizumi tugging you along as he mumbles something about the movie starting soon. “As if I’d let some nobody talk about you like that when you’re…” “When I’m…?” The smile comes back as Iwaizumi finds himself wanting to see it even more before groaning, refusing to look back at you. “Perfect. There, I said it. Now can we just watch this damn Godzilla movie before your chocolate melts into the popcorn?” Atsumu “You’re here!” “And you’re sweaty!” You giggle, hugging Atsumu back with both arms outside the volleyball practice gym of Inarizaki as he lifts you off the ground, prompting you to squeal a little. “Don’t tell me you’re going home like this…?” “He’s not.” You laugh as Kita hits Atsumu upside the head, causing your boyfriend to whine as the captain casts you a sorry stare. “Why he wouldn’t shower before coming to greet you in a filthy state is beyond me.” “He is standing right here- don’t be mad because you don’t have a cute girl waiting for you.” That last part comes out as a mumble as an irk mark openly emerges on Kita’s head as Atsumu subtly steps behind your giggling form. “What was that?” “Nothing.” Atsumu mumbles, pouting as he looks down at you before hugging you from behind tightly. “I’ll shower. Five minutes- no, three minutes tops-” “Disgusting. Again Y/N, I’m sorry.” Kita bows at you apologetically before dragging an over-dramatic Atsumu back into the gym as he winks at you in a be back before you know it gesture. You lean back against the wall, shaking your head at your playful boyfriend as you deem it fine to wait a little longer as you swipe through your phone. “Waiting for someone?” Your thumb freezes upon your screen as the voice fills your ears, and you boredly meet the eyes of your ex-boyfriend before scoffing and turning your attention back to your phone. “Why are you even here? Since when do you play volleyball?” You mock, fighting to keep the strain out of your voice as your ex leans a bit too close on the wall-space next to you. “You’ve been avoiding me.” “Oh? Have I?” You feign shock, still not looking up at your screen as the device gets ripped from your grip, your ex holding it out of reach as your eyes widen. “After everything we’ve been through you have the audacity to give your time to someone else?” You flinch at the words directed to you, the manipulative words spinning in your mind as his grip tightens around your wrist, now pinning you to the wall. “Answer me.” You clench your eyes shut, willing it all to go away as you hear him chuckle. “Adorable.” “Yeah. She is.” Your eyes snap open as relief floods your system, a few droplets falling from Atsumu’s hair as he grabs the collar of your ex, flinging him back carelessly as he falls on his ass. Your boyfriend doesn’t even glance back at him, cupping your face carefully with a reassuring smile on his face. “Sorry. I said three minutes but actually took five.” He kisses the tip of your nose before frowning, finally glancing behind him. “And wow, this is some luck.” “Atsumu-” “Kidding, kidding.” Atsumu grins. “After I finish this up, care to go get a parfait?” “Finish-?” You find yourself under Atsumu’s jacket, obscuring your vision effectively as Atsumu bends down to the level of your ex, smile easygoing but eyes gleaming with a tinge of anger. “I’ll take that.” Atsumu plucks your phone out of his tightened grip, smile slowly falling from his lips as he glances back to make sure you weren’t watching before tugging your ex his shirt so his mouth is near his ear. “I’m playing nice because of the cute girl standing over there, but if you show your ugly-ass face anywhere around her when you think I’m not there?” Atsumu grins in satisfaction at the fear that flashes across his face, letting go of his shirt as his back hits the floor. “Playtime’s over.” “A-Atsumu?” The setter doesn’t need to glance back to know that he was already gone, humming sweetly as he takes his jacket off your head, stroking your hair soothingly when you hug him tightly. “God, you’re going to make me never want to leave you alone again. That was three minutes.” “…five minutes. ” You say, and Atsumu rolls his eyes playfully before smiling into your hair, thankful you couldn’t see the relieved expression on his own face that you were okay before hugging you a little tighter, mumbling into your hair. “No one gets to touch you like that, sweetheart. Not even me.” —————————————– General works: @kasandrafaye @savemesteeb @dreebbles @takemetovalhalla @yams046 luvxoxo asked: Heyy! Can you do one where Osamu, kuroo, akaashi and Tsukishima, say something mean to their s/o and their s/o avoids them for days? When they finally get ahold of their s/o, their s/o just sorta cries because it hit their insecure spot? Fluff in the end🥺 Listen, I can’t not write this. - the one in which they accidentally make you give them the silent treatment because of their lashing out. - ~ Osamu Miya, Kuroo Tetsurou, Akaashi Keiji, and Tsukishima Kei~ TW: Cursing, angst to fluff, timeskip! for Osamu, —————— Osamu Miya “Those are important files, ya know?” “Samu, I’m sorry. You should’ve told me you needed last month’s earnings and I would’ve looked for them before we came this
morning.” The hand you tried to settle onto Osamu’s bicep was shaken off as your movements faltered. Keep reading Anonymous asked: Hi hi! Can I get a tendou, oikawa, kageyama and atsumu after a fight where
they make up? Fluffy ending please! ❤️ I BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS ONE- TURN IT UP Aftermath of a Fight w/ Their S/O- (Tendou, Oikawa, Kageyama, Atsumu)Warning(s): slight angst in some of these, implied nsfw (by Atsumu ofc lmfao), but no direct nsfw themes ————————– Tendou “…sunshine, open the door.” “Don’t sunshine me.” The snap of your voice had the redhead flinching, fist that had been risen to softly knock on the wooden door sinking along with the weight in his chest. Tendou taps his forehead against the door, hearing your soft whimpers on the other side. “Y/N, please-” He starts, wincing when the door is suddenly flung open, red eyes widening when you bump your shoulder with his in passing. Desperately, he reaches his hand out abruptly to snatch your wrist before you can stomp irritably to the front door. “Satori let go.” Heat brimmed your eyes as you refused to meet Tendou’s pleading ones, “Hell no. You’re going right back into that bedroom, tuck yourself into the sheets, and let me make you as many mugs of tea as you want.” His attempted joke had cracks in his voice, and you find yourself wavering before finally meeting his eyes, lip quivering. You wanted this to be over, and the way Tendou’s lips had stretched into a strained smile in a sad attempt to not let you see how much he really just needed you made you begin to raise the white flag. “I don’t want tea.” You mumble finally, Tendou’s head lifting all of a sudden as his eyes brighten. A yelp tumbles from your lips as Tendou’s long arms wrap around your waist, lifting you off the ground as he hugged you tightly to his chest, burying his face into the crook of your neck with his slender fingers entangled in your hair. “I’m sorry for snappin’ at you, sunshine.” “All this because I knocked over your manga shelf?” A choked laugh escapes your lips as Tendou pulls back, mock-offense in his eyes while keeping both hands on the sides of your face. “They were alphabatized!” “Whatever.” You sniff, tears now dry on your cheeks as your thumbs wipe at the corner of Tendou’s eyes, looking up at him doe-eyed. “…Can we get into bed together?” Tendou’s grin was wide as he lifted your hand to his lips, scarlet eyes filled with now feigned sadness as he kisses your knuckle. “But then who would bring us tea?” “I don’t want tea, Satori!” Oikawa “They don’t mean anything to me, Y/N.” “Hm? I didn’t say anything.” You bite back, jerking away from Oikawa’s motions to help you drape your jacket off your body as you do it yourself. The brunette sighs, slipping his frames off his face to wipe at them with the end of his shirt, not looking up. “You don’t have to. I know when you get like this, and you didn’t have to make a scene.” “A scene?!” You blink in disbelief as Oikawa puts his frames back on, shaking his head slightly as if getting annoyed all over again. “What do you want me to do? Physically push them away?” “How about, I have a girlfriend so hands off?” “I guess there just isn’t any winning with you, is there, Y/N?” You chuckle humorlessly, turning on your heel to face him head-on with a lump in your throat. “Well then why keep up the flirting act right in front of me? Unless it’s not an act, then-” “How could you even say that?” Oikawa’s breath caught in his throat, watching your eyes well up with unshed tears of insecurity as you huff, throwing your jacket on the couch while turning around. “Because maybe they’ll be good enough for me to lose you.” Your voice came out in a whisper, but they didn’t fall on deaf ears as the tears now streamed freely down your cheeks. Gently, Oikawa’s arms pull you into his embrace as chocolate-orbs now riddled with guilt peer down at you, not flinching when you push lightly on his chest. His hold on you tightens, mumbling into your hair. “They’re not you, princess.” Oikawa couldn’t help smile slightly at the way you relaxed at the nickname, seeing he was no longer calling you by your given one, as he placed a gentle kiss atop your head, not minding the dampness on his shoulder. “No one’s like you, so don’t think for a goddamn minute that there’s someone better, because I can guarantee you-” You whimper a little when he lifts you by the chin, kissing one of your teary eyes now rid of any anger as his own stare sweetly at you through black frames. “There isn’t.” Kageyama “Um, is it “National Ignore Your Significant Other Day” or are you pissed at me about something?” “Hm. Funny joke for someone who pretends like it’s that holiday every single day.” You don’t miss a beat, not looking up from the manga you were reading as you lay on your back upon your bed. Kageyama huffs at the fact that you don’t even spare him a glance before he takes a cautious seat on the edge of your bed. “What are you talking about?” Kageyama just wanted cuddles. After a grueling practice yesterday and not seeing you wait up for him today, all he wanted was to fall asleep next to you. “Nothing.” You say easily, and Kageyama frowns when he sees the slight tremble in your hold as you flip through the pages. Your eyes stay on the inked paper as Kageyama concentrates really hard, slipping off his jacket before blue-eyed widen in realization as he stops taking his jacket off mid-way. “Shit….shit wait, yesterday wasn’t our ten months, was it?” “And they say romance is dead.” You quip, letting the manga fall to your side as your eyes lock onto your ceiling with a heat threatening to spill over. “It’s not like you stood me up or anything, so don’t worry.” “Oh, well that’s good-” “Tobio, baby that was sarcasm.” You can’t help the venemous edge to your voice before you huff, Kageyama blinking in bewilderment as you turn on your side, facing away from him. You bite the inside of your cheek. “I-I’m sorry…Y/N, I really forgot-” “Because it wasn’t important to you, right?” You laugh a little, no humor behind the sound as you trace patterns onto your bedsheets. “Not as important as volleyball?” “Don’t say that.” His words were harder now, and you gasp a little when Kageyama sits you up, forcing you to face him while glaring slightly at you, a blush on his cheeks. “You…I thought today was the date. That’s why I stayed extra hours yesterday…so I can give all of today to you, and I fucked up, but…” Kageyama clicks his tongue, shuffling around in his jacket pocket before emerging with a chain, a single charm holding two letters on it- kt. “I’m sorry I’m a dumbass sometimes. Just…can I put this on you? And then can we just sleep and then wake up so we can go to some ridulous fancy-ass dinner?” The moisture in your eyes was no longer of sadness as you lurched forward, kissing him sweetly on the lips as Kageyama sighs in relief at your touch, pressing the small of your back against him to close the distance even further- it was all he had wanted, after all. Atsumu “You’re not mad at me right now, sweetheart.” “Oh, I’m not? Thank you for the sudden revelation!” You gasp in shock, Atsumu hot on your heels as you furiously walked down the halls of one of the Black Jackals tournaments. “Okay, you might be a little mad-” “I’m pissed, Atsumu! That was your image, and people already think I’m messing it up-” You spin on your heel, sighing when Atsumu has to physically stop himself from crashing into you. He visibly wilts, and you swear you can see puppy dog ears atop his head as his shoulders sink. “What happened to Tsum Tsum?” “That’s all you heard?!” “Why would I give a fuck about what the people think?” Atsumu blinks innocently. “All I care about is you…is that so wrong?” You bite your lip, knowing he was being cute on purpose before rolling your eyes, trying not to give in. “You don’t threaten the people in the audience, Atsumu!” “Uh, yes I do if they’re eyein up my girl, sweetheart.” Atsumu’s brow raises as if he can’t believe this is even a discussion. “That ass is mine.” “Atsumu!” You scold, cheeks flooding with heat as the passerbys look at the two of you strangely, prompting Atsumu to huff while crossing his arms. “Don’t call me that!” You groan, knowing there was no winning with your man-child of a boyfriend before Atsumu’s lips begin to lift, knowing he had successfully dispelled of your annoyance. “Just…you make me so tired, you know that?” “Aw, darlin’“ You can’t help the smile on your lips when he kisses your forehead sweetly, trailing down to your nose while hitting you with that shit-eating smirk. “It’s what I do best.” “Is everything about the bedroom with you?” “Well, it is when you’re standing here in front of me looking like you want me to-” “Public, Tsum Tsum! We’re in public.” “Didn’t care then, don’t care now. Lighten up, sweetheart.” ———————————————————————– General Works: @takemetovalhalla @savemesteeb @kasandrafaye @dreebbles @yams046 @aprettyfruit @therestless101 @deadontheinsidebut @therestless101 @dai-tsukki-desu @lifeisntjustblackandwhite @curiouslilbeast @wisepandaslimeland @lmkjimin @h0ngh0ngh0ng @orangegiraffe7 @let-me-have-my-own-name @theworldupthere @itz-tooru @kac-chowsballs Anonymous asked: HEAR ME OUT! HC WHERE BOKUTO, TSUKI, KAGEYAMA, &
TANAKA ARE AT A TOURNAMENT WITH THEIR S/O AND HER EX WHO WAS A FUCKING DOUCHEBAG SHOWS UP AND CONFRONTS THEM???? LIKE PICTURE HOW MAD THE GUYS WPULD BE THATS SO HOT IM SORRY S/O w/ Douchebag Ex (Bokuto, Tsukishima, Kageyama, and Tanaka) ———————– Bokuto - honestly Bokuto is the sweetest when it comes to you coming to tournaments with him, watching from the bleachers as you indulge in what Bokuto’s most passionate about - so he’s extremely showy in the stands with how much he appreciates you, arm slung around your shoulder as his attention is fully immersed in the conversation w/ you and not on the match going on - attention is so immersed that he doesn’t notice another guy take a rough seat on the other side of you, lip quirked up in a smirk that can’t mean anything good as you immediately tense up in Bokuto’s hold - “So you decided to move on that quick, Y/N? Since when did your morals sink so low?” - Ah. It was one of those. - “Not today, Rui. Go crawl back in to whatever hole you came out of and leave me alone.” - wants to say something so badly, but thinks you have the situation under control until he feels you trembling slightly, hand gripping onto his tightly as he remembers all the things you’ve told him about your shitty ex - he doesn’t like showing you his scary side, because shit - “Are you a slut now? Is that why you’re acting out with this piece of-” - “Hey Y/N, baby? Mind shutting your eyes for me?” as Bokuto smiles sweetly to you, kissing your cheek lovingly as you tug on his sleeve, your look saying don’t before Bokuto waves you off with a kiss to your knuckles - “I bet your new pussy boyfriend can’t give it to you the way I-” - stands slowly, cracking his knuckles before ensuring Akaashi has one palm over your eyes as the setter absent-mindedly pays attention to the match going on - “A real man doesn’t talk to a pretty lady that way, you know?” “Lady? Don’t kid me, ladies don’t sleep around like the slut they are, you should run while-” -bastard ex doesn’t get to finish the sentence before Bokuto cracks a menancing grin, fire igniting in gold irises as he reels his fist back, clocking him cleanly in the jaw as everyone in the stands stills in shock - except Akaashi, like wtf you pretty setter does this happen often, who keeps watching the match, knowing Bokuto’s actions are justified as he takes his palm off your eyes to make you gasp in shock - “Listen here, Rui? Awful name by the way, if you ever enter my line of sight again-” as he grabs his collar, the fear in your ex’s eyes strangely satisfying to both of you as Bokuto’s brows furrow, grin widening as he leans to mutter in your ex’s ear in a dangerous tone - “I won’t hesitate to break your jaw with twice the force.” - waves off the security as he holds your hand tightly in his, Akaashi begrudgingly following as he makes it clear that you’re leaving the tournament before security gets involved - “Are you alright, beautiful?” “Bokuto, that’s assault!” - “Don’t stress the minor details-wait. Akaashi, I thought you had her eyes covered!” - “I’m never going anywhere with the two of you again.” Tsukishima - Blonde tsundere boy doesn’t get jealous easily, but hates your exes with an immense amount of effort, which was strange for him - Karasuno Boys want to go watch a tournament to size up their competition and lets you tag along so you can make the experience more bearable - not that he would tell you that he likes your presence uwu - so when he’s waiting for you by the bathrooms, leaning against the wall with his hands shoved in his pockets, he doesn’t expect a stranger walking up to him with clenched fists and an irritated stare - please god he does not need this right now, as he flashes back to Hinata’s bathroom endeavors - “Oi. Is Y/N in there? You a friend of hers?” - golden brown eyes narrow immediately, taking a subconcious step in front of the bathroom door before taking his hands out of his pockets - “Depends.” “C’mon glasses-freak, lemme know if she is so I can teach that little slut a lesson.” - oh hell no. -“And what business does a lowlife have with my girlfriend?” as a grin with no happiness behind it dawns onto the usual expressionless blonde as he crosses his arms - “So you’re the reason she broke up with me? What a joke.” - your ex gulps when Tsukishima takes another step forward, a pissed-off expression flaming in his eyes as he uses his height to intimidate, a smirk crossing the blonde’s features as he bends down to your ex’s level - “T-Tell her to come out, or I’ll make you regret it.” “Oh? Are you gonna cry if I don’t? Does it make you feel good to talk shit about women just because you weren’t able to get it up for them, you lowlife?” - grabs your ex by the collar to slam his back against the wall, ignoring the groan of pain as Tsukishima’s cynical grin crosses his face in a way that made your ex feel fear all the way down to his toes - “You’re gonna walk your ass out of this stadium and not look back, and you’re sure as hell not going to try and contact Y/N anymore because God forbid I’m tired of seeing your name pop up on her phone when I’m trying to satisfy her.” as Tsukishima pulls his back of the wall by the collar just to slam it back down again - “Are we understood, or do you have selective hearing?” - Your ex nods, fear in his throat just as you come out of the bathroom, eyes widening at the sight of your current boyfriend letting your ex’s collar go as he bolts towards the exit - “I-” “All done? Good. You take forever.” - You sigh as the blonde walks ahead of you as if nothing happened, waiting for you to catch up with him as you head back to the stands together - “Do I even want to know?” as you slip your hand into his - “Hn. Probably not.” Tsukishima pockets your conjoined hands in his pants pocket, and you smile, realizing he had no idea that you had heard the entire conversation through the thin bathroom walls - you kiss his cheek, taking him completely off guard as Tsukishima sighs afterwards, glancing down at your over-the-moon expression quizically - “What’s with that spaced-off smile, loser?” “Nothing~” Kageyama - “Are you sure that you’re comfortable being here?” “Tobio, for the hundredth time, I don’t care if that bastard is on the other team. I already told you, and I want to support you.” “But what if-?” - so as he’s talking to you on the sidelines, not wanting to leave you by your lonesome in the stands as he plays, the two of you don’t notice the arrival of the person you dreaded seeing most, causing you to blanch - “So the rumors are true. You find a new screw, Y/N?” - grabs your arm and tugs it so you’re behind him, Kageyama glaring his infamous dagger-like glare as the coy expression on your ex’s face pisses him off even further - “Don’t talk to her.” “What are you gonna do about it, King?” - you bite your lip, feeling the tension build up heavily as you pull Kageyama’s arm, feeling people begin to stare and whisper as Kageyama glances down at you, blue eyes calculating and cold - “Please. I don’t want to make a scene.” “…If that’s what you want.” - so as Kageyama lets you pull him away, your exes calls still don’t go unheard - “That ass is looking better, Y/N! Don’t be surprised if she’s screwing some dude in the bathrooms during our match, King-!” - rips himself out of your hold as his long legs take long strides to grab your ex by the collar, taking him off guard as your ex’s feet actually lift off the floor as he stays at a loss for words - “Say it again. Not to my back, but to my face, asshat.” “W-where’s the ref?! You can’t do this?” - glare intensifies as his grip on his collar tightens menacingly “We’re not in a match, though, so if I beat you to a pulp here, no ref can save you, can he?” - lets go only when he feels you hugging his back, whimpering for him to stop as he ignores the coughing douchebag on the floor, aiding to you gently as he feels you relax when he cups your cheek - “Are you okay?” “Y-yes, just please don’t fight.” - gulps when you hug him tightly, feeling a tad embarrassed more for the hug than him almost publicly pummeling your ex - “Thank you for standing up for me, but you’re here to play, right?” you smile, feeling calmer as Kageyama sweatdrops at your words “Show him who the better man is.” - cracks a grin before brushing some hair out of the way to press his lips against your forehead “That was the plan from the start, wasn’t it?” - needless to say, Kageyama’s fuse was lit twice as more as it usually is, causing the rest of Karasuno to give you thankful thumbs up as you giggle and wave back from the stands as you watch Kageyama pummel your ex with what he’s best at Tanaka - literally when you’re with Tanaka no guys approach you usually from the sheer aura he gives off when some guy even looks your way - like actually Tanaka’s still apologizing to your brother to this day because he didn’t know - so when you’re in the stands with him at a tournament he really wanted to watch, the person you’re least expecting to see enters your field of vision practically out of nowhere, startling you as Tanaka’s face contorts to his signature get the fuck away face - “Well look who it is. How’ve you been, Y/N-chan?” - Tanaka’s glare instantly lessens as he looks down at you, thinking he’s someone else you know until he sees you biting your lip as you look down at your lap, trembling a tad bit as Tanaka pieces it together - “Ah. You’re the new one, aren’t you?” as the stranger reaches a hand out at your boyfriend, lowering it awkwardly when Tanaka doesn’t react. -somehow manages to keep his cool when your ex leans down to mutter, “She’s good in bed for the first few times until she gets boring, right?” - clenches his teeth when he feels you grab the back of his shirt, signalling him not to rip this guy to shreds as he tries to steady his breathing through his nose - “Well. Once a whore always a whore, I guess-” as your ex begins to walk away, but doesn’t make it far as Tanaka juts his foot out, tripping him and causing your ex to fall flat on his face as you face palm - “Ah! What the hell-?!” “Listen here you little shit.” - well, you tried lmao - grabs him by the shirt from off the ground to meet him at eye-level, smirking when he sees the level of fear grow in your ex’s eyes as he realizes just how intimidating your new boyfriend is - “Y/N’s the only reason I’m not dragging you to someplace private so I can absolutely beat the shit out of you, so in my mind, you should be thanking her that your kneecaps aren’s smashed in right now.” - lifts him a little higher by the shirt so Tanaka can take his turn muttering in your ex’s ear, tone dripping with feigned innocence - “So if you’re not gonna thank her, I suggest you get the hell away from her as far as you can run, because I’m a very fast runner.” as he lets go of his collar with a growl in his throat. “You listenin’, dipshit?” - watches with a far off look as your ex scrambles away, sitting back down aftwewards before sighing as if a minor annoyance had just happened, ignoring the stares from the onlookers - “Babe, pass the popcorn.” “Tanaka, can I say something strange?” - pops the pieces in as he slings an arm around your shoulder. “Go for it, babes.” - “That was extremely hot.” - Tanaka chokes. - Iwaizumi Hajime, Kenma Kozume, Akaashi Keiji, Kuroo Tetsurou, Oikawa Tooru, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Atsumu, and Miya Osamu- Alright here’s a long one to make up
for lost time! A bit of spice, a bit of fluff, tuck in lovelies<3 Warning(s): nsfw themes, if you are not comfortable with nsfw themes do not proceed Keep reading Omg I love your blog 🥺 could I get a scenario or one shot with iwaizumi or Sakusa (or honestly any character you’d like!) where u run into each other at every tournament and it started out as a bitter rivalry but then they got rly
worried bc u got hurt and they’re like “why do I care!?” Does that make sense? Ahaha 😅 ~ just why do you keep running into
the guy you hate most, especially when he equally hates your guts as well? format: One-Shot genre: fluff - includes: Iwaizumi Hajime Warning(s): swearing, slight mention of blood, enemies to lovers trope ————————————— “Oh look, my best friend’s here.” “Fuck off.” Keep reading ngl I’m halfway through a fic right now but I gotta get back to my abnormal psych lecture 🥲 this whole uni thing is kinda hard???? hehe anyways don’t feel abandoned I’m just adjusting to new time management skills<3 |
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