2 teenagers who just can't seem to get along until it's 12 am. 𖨆💋𖨆 [iwa x fem reader] #1 in iwaizumi #1 in iwaizumihajime #1 in hajimeiwaizumi #1 in hajime #1 in anime #1 in oikawa #1 in oikawatooru #1 in oikawaxreader #1 in aobajohsai #1 in haikyuufanfiction #1 in workinprogress #1 in haikyuulovestory #1 in haikyuuxreaded #2 in haikyuu

₊˚⊹♡ 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝘄𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲 ♡⊹˚₊ 🕯️🍵🌧️ slow-burn ・ found family ・ slice of life (˶ˊᵕˋ˵) when you take a late-night babysitting job for a quiet, overworked guy and his energetic little brother, you don't expect to find something like home tucked between spilled crayons, midnight tea, and soft conversations after long days. as weeks turn into months, routine becomes comfort - laughter turns familiar, silence turns safe, and something tender begins to grow where exhaustion used to live. 💭 "every good thing in my life starts after midnight," he says. and maybe he's right. because somewhere between glue-stained projects, rain-soaked walks, and moments that stretch past twelve, you both learn what it means to stay. 🍲☕🌙 ♡ genre: slow burn / comfort / realism / romance ♡ themes: warmth, family, routine, love that feels like quiet ♡ status: complete (21 chapters + mini epilogue) ✧₊⁺ summary vibe: cozy apartments, burnt curry, sleepy confessions, and love that hums in the background like a song you didn't realize you knew by heart ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

⋆｡‧˚ʚ 🏢 ɞ˚‧｡⋆ moving into her first apartment in the quiet suburbs of kichijōji, y/n thought she was ready for a new chapter-one filled with job applications, late-night grocery runs, and maybe even meeting the penpal she's been writing to for years. what she didn't plan for was her next-door neighbor. grumpy, quiet, and always thudding against the walls at ungodly hours, hajime isn't exactly welcoming. but when a misdelivered package turns into small talk, and hallway nods become shared routines, something begins to shift. because sometimes, love doesn't arrive with fireworks. sometimes it comes softly- through paper-thin walls, whispered knocks, and hearts learning to open. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ 🏢 ɞ˚‧｡⋆

it starts in high school. quiet crushes. shared routines. walking home after practice. it stretches into college, where texts get shorter and life gets heavier. and it settles into adulthood, where love exists-but so do bills, jobs, and fear. with iwaizumi hajime, love is never loud. it's patient. it waits. it hurts. this is a story about growing up. and growing apart. and maybe-finding each other again. ( ˘︶˘ )♡ 🍃📱🕰️

"ᴏɴʟʏ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴇ" ✔︎ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ (ʏ/ɴ) ᴍᴇᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ʙᴀʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʙᴏᴛʜ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ʙᴜᴛ sᴜʀᴇʟʏ ғᴀʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ✔︎ɪᴡᴀɪᴢᴜᴍɪ x ғᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ✔︎ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴʏ ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs ✔︎10/17/20➪10/29/20 ✔︎ʀᴇᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ: 03/27/21

┊  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 . ╰─▸ 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 : "𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦" ★CURRENTLY UNDER REVISION★ IWAIZUMI HAJIME / FEMALE READER. HAIKYUU. @W1ZXRDWHEEZES

(sorry, i cant get enough of iwa :9) ☆ ☆ ☆ in which your precious bugatti needs a tire change. and the only mechanic in your area also happens to be one of the hottest men you've laid your eyes on. ☆ ☆ ☆ warnings: - mild cursing - mild sexual remarks - no smut

[On hiatus] A story about love, heart break, pain and hope... Ushijima Wakatoshi L/n Y/n Iwaizumi Hajime Oikawa Tooru Warning: 1.In case if you are homophobic, this story is not for you 2. It's not made for showing hate for any character. Every one has a back story that's been shared I the succeeding chapter. So please wait before judging. 3. No Haikyu! character belong to me.

＊┈┈┈┈＊┈┈┈┈＊┈┈┈┈＊ Moving to a new city was supposed to be a fresh start for y/n, a chance to build a life on her own terms. Between settling into her apartment, reconnecting with her best friend, and rekindling her passion for fitness, she was ready to focus on herself. Romance was the last thing on her mind. But a late-night gym session leads to an unexpected encounter with a man who seems to have walked straight out of an athlete's magazine. As y/n navigates her new life, she soon realizes that some things like attraction, past wounds, and unspoken truths can not be ignored forever. ＊┈┈┈┈＊┈┈┈┈＊┈┈┈┈＊

But no matter how much Yuji touched her skin, kissed her, or thrusted, nothing could ever satisfy the void. Well, not if she closed her eyes, and instead of seeing Yuji, she imagined dark hair and olive, green eyes. She dug her nails into his body- which in her mind, even looked different: broader shoulders and more defined muscles. And when she felt her walls contract and her tummy tight, the words just rolled out of her tongue like butter. "Hajime~" Disclaimers: SA Smut Profanity Self-Harm *ALSO IN AO3*