Oliver X Iris!!

THE 27TH OF EACH MONTH.

𓂃Back n forth emails between you and your “friend.” ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Kageyama Tobio.

🎐 timeskip au , fluff , angst , reminiscing , yearning kageyama , tba. warnings will be posted with each chapter!

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How Id flirt/meet? my hq selfships different au (lwk still similar ngl..): pt.1

Hinata

setting: the beach

how: i see how sweaty and hot he looks on the beach playing so i buy myself and him a coconut that they sell on the beach with the straw and then a spoon so u can eat the flesh after you drink the water, Id just awkwardly walk up to him while he’s taking a breather, hand it to him and walk away. Later he finds me after a game n trys to thank me in broken ass portuguese and i dunno what he’s saying so i just replied in spanish.

Osamu

setting: The bar

how: makes small talk with him at the bar, he tells me abt his shop, he asks me to dance (smau can dance idc atsumu can’t.) and i grab his biceps to get down from the chair drunk to care (trying to fight the urge not to chomp on them.) We’re on the dance floor and he notices how flirty i’m getting n doesn’t know how to act (his ears are RED.) anywho somehow we end up at miyas kitchen eating onigiri till the late am. (now we’re married with 15 kids.)

Kuroo

setting: Tokyo - Bc of tokyo sims.

how: Kole asks me if i could ask anyone on a date so i say sure. I see kuroo and i stop in front of him (cameras are following he’s lwk nervous LOL.) i’m like taking in how fine and tall he is and now im nervous. Anyway i ask him “Do you want to go get something to eat rn?” and he’s staring at me lwk doesn’t know if he should be shocked or weirded out but he knows it’s tokyo sims so he says “why not.” and shrugs and so i take his arm. (MIND U HE WASNT EXPECTING ME TO LEAVE WITJ HIM AFTET HE SAID YES, he thought it was just for show.) but he just went with it and we went out for drinks n food.

suna

setting: After one of his games.

how: fan signing, obvi i’m a fan for this man. Anyways he sees i have his jersey on and he’s lwk flatter? (i dunno.) I ask him to sign my jersey on the back near his name (ofc he agrees LOL.) anyways so to get like a steady hand he grips my hip (unintentionally.) to write his name (im freaking the fuck out bc fine shyt is GRABBING ME.) i turn around to face him (im red in the face i get red easily.) and i just say “uhm thank you suna.” and walk the fuck out. It doesn’t register why i freaked out until kamori tells him why. So when he heads home he’s HOPING i tagged him in a post about him signing my jersey (ofc i did.) so he can text me to apologize, This leads to him finding my page and stalking me on insta (he’s now nervous.) I wake up to find him liking my story of the picture i posted with me and the jersey on, and a dm from him (im winning.)

NAGI SEISHIRO has a standard set of moves even when he’s asleep.

you found this out on accident one night as you were heading to bed, him already passed out while waiting for you.

he’s laid on his back, covers pulled up to his chest and toned arms resting above plush white as he very softly snores. it’s been tough on him lately with having to get up early and return late, he ends up succumbing to slumber much earlier than usual.

quietly settling into the empty spot next to him, you reach your hand out to rest on his, and to your surprise, he grabs it and rubs the most soothing of circles into your skin, a motion so fluid it’s like second nature.

he even turns over to fully drape himself over your figure, pulling you in close and gently humps into your clothed ass for a grand total of three times before mumbling intelligibly and pressing a kiss to the back of your head, all while unconscious and fully asleep.

shaking your head with a stifled laugh to not stir him awake, you let yourself melt into his hold, keeping a mental note on this new adorable discovery.

you later learn that he does this more often than you think, subconsciously.

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"WHIPPED FOR YOU" — Iwaizumi Hajime

a/n : ok ok last iwa post maybe but omg i love him anyways i cant believe its the first headcanon but its so much fun content : bossy manager! reader, i love assertive women. iwa is so whipped. fluff.

Iwaizumi Hajime who is completely whipped for his manager.

Iwaizumi Hajime who watches you march across the gym with your arms crossed and that familiar scowl on your face, barking orders without hesitation, calling out every mistake like it's your personal mission to keep the team from falling apart. He hears the grumble in your voice when you scold Oikawa for flirting, the sharpness when you catch Kunimi skipping warm-up stretches, and he knows you’re not angry because you like yelling — you’re angry because you care too much to let them fail. He knows it, even if you never say it.

Iwaizumi Hajime who rolls his eyes every time you throw a towel at his head or shove a water bottle into his chest with a muttered "don't be an idiot Iwa," pretending to be annoyed, pretending you’re just a bossy nuisance he has to deal with. But he drinks every drop without a word, stretches when you remind him to, fixes his tape just because you glare at him over the clipboard, because deep down your voice has become something solid, something steady, something he doesn’t know how to go without anymore.

Iwaizumi Hajime who pretends your constant nagging is exhausting but feels the ache in his chest when you're not around, the way the gym feels too big and too quiet without your sarcasm filling the corners. He misses the sound of your complaints, the thud of your sneakers when you stomp off muttering under your breath, the way you boss them all around like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and maybe it is — maybe you were made to fit here, just as you are, stubborn and too full of heart to ever walk away.

Iwaizumi Hajime who fell for you somewhere between your third lecture about injury prevention and your fiftieth rant about keeping the locker room clean, who doesn’t know how to say it out loud without feeling like an idiot, who just keeps loving you the way he knows how — by standing next to you when the world gets heavy, by carrying your bag without asking, by listening every single time you talk even when he pretends not to.

Iwaizumi Hajime who knows you’re the loudest, bossiest, most stubborn girl to ever crash into his life — and thanks whatever dumb luck brought you here every single day.

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“kiss me.”

those two words are already enough to make iwaizumi’s poor, alcohol-muddled brain come to a screeching halt. he gapes at you, unsure if he’s heard you correctly.

“iwaizumi,” you say, “i know this is sudden and weird and strange, but i need you to kiss me, like, right now.”

he blinks at you, hard. “you’re drunk,” he states, though his own words are slightly slurred.

“i am,” you confirm, nodding. “but that’s not the point.”

he squints, trying to piece together whatever mess you’ve roped him into this time. the party is still raging behind you, music thumping through the walls, but here in the dimly lit hallway, it’s just you—flushed and desperate, fingers curled into the fabric of his sleeve.

“what exactly is the point, then?” he asks warily.

you glance over your shoulder, then back at him, urgency clear in your expression. “that guy over there won’t leave me alone.”

iwaizumi frowns instantly, body tensing. “who?” 

“not important. what’s important is that you kiss me so he gets the message.”

his stomach does a weird flip, and he can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or the fact that you’re looking at him like you’re actually considering—like it’s not just some convenient excuse.

“c’mon, iwa.” your voice drops into something softer, almost teasing, but still urgent. “it’s not like you haven’t thought about it.”

his brain short-circuits for the second time tonight.

before he can respond, you’re tugging at his shirt, and suddenly, your lips are on his—warm, and tasting faintly of whatever cheap cocktail you’ve been nursing all night.

iwaizumi stiffens at first, hands hovering uncertainly in the air, brain scrambling to catch up. he’s drunk, sure, but not drunk enough to miss the fact that this is you—his best friend barring oikawa, the person he’s known for years, the one person who shouldn’t be kissing him like this.

but you are.

and worse? he’s kissing you back.

your fingers twist into the front of his shirt, tugging him closer, and a little noise escapes the back of his throat before he can stop it. his hands finally move, one settling hesitantly at your waist while the other cups the side of your face, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone. you smell like your shampoo, the same scent he’s gotten whiffs of on his hoodies after you’ve stolen them, and everything is too much.

he pulls back slightly, breathing hard. “you—” his voice cracks, so he swallows and tries again. “you sure that guy’s even looking?”

you blink up at him, dazed. “huh?” 

“i mean, if you were just trying to make a point—”

“oh. oh!” you glance over your shoulder, looking a little lost, then turn back to him with a sheepish grin. “yeah. i forgot about that.”

he lets out a rough, incredulous laugh. “you forgot?”

you nod, still gripping his shirt. your thumb brushes against the skin at his collarbone, and his stomach flips again.

“wow,” you say, quieter. “you kiss really well.”

iwaizumi lets loose a breath, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. his heart is pounding, and he doesn’t know what to do with his hands anymore—if he should step away and put distance between you, or if he should just pull you back in, consequences be damned.

you must notice the hesitation because you’re much closer, now, tipping your chin up and whispering, “we can stop if you want.”

it doesn’t feel like you want to stop. and god help him, he doesn’t want to stop either.

his fingers tighten at your waist. “you’re gonna regret this in the morning.”

you smile, all soft and lazy. “guess we’ll find out.”

#3. a breathy demand, “kiss me”, and what the other person does in response.