SWEET DREAM

bed chem ━━━ iwaizumi hajime

02. rip pedro ♡

Part of you almost forgot how violent ice hockey could get, watching the practice as people are ramming each other into the barriers or over onto the ice — and these people were teammates. You hate to think about how they treat people they don’t know.

You’re sat on a bench a few rows back beside Akaashi, who keeps glancing between the rink and his book in his lap. He keeps commenting on the plays, gesturing to each different player on the rink with ease. You, on the other hand, can’t find Bokuto for the life of you. You just keep noticing everyone shoving each other, the puck being violently flung across the air. You’re grateful when the whistle blows and they gather in a circle around their coach for a couple minutes.

“See that guy with the number one on his shirt?” Akaashi lightly nudges you and points to the only person still on the ice. “That’s Iwaizumi.”

Iwaizumi slides the puck across the ice before slamming it into the goal with an insane amount of strength. He skates forward to take it back, skating around the rink to get it in the other goal.

“Do you want me and Bokuto to wait for you?”

You shake your head and pick up your bag and skates from the floor. “No, it’s okay. Even if he says no, he can’t stop me from using it for the next…fifteen minutes. Thanks, though.”

You make your way down the steps and take a seat on a bench by the gate, changing into your skates. Ignoring the looks you get from passing members of the hockey team, you stand up and step out onto the rink.

Your presence is instantly felt by Iwaizumi — or maybe it was the sound of the gate closing that notified him. Either way, he skids to a halt and turns to face you. Though you can’t see what he looks like through his helmet, you can feel yourself shrinking under his stare.

“Can I talk to you?”

He shrugs his shoulders and removes his helmet, waiting for you to approach him.

Withholding your sigh, you reluctantly skate towards him as slow as possible. All you can think about is how badly you wish he kept the helmet on; he looks as if he may kill you. When you stop as far as possible from him, he eyes you up and down like you’re the most disgusting thing he’s seen.

Instantly, your nerves are replaced by anger. Fuck you, then. With the fakest smile you can muster, you rest your hands on your hips and look him straight in the eye. “My name’s y/n, I’ve transferred from Tokyo. I’m a championship skater, I’ve been the top in Japan for the last three years and I plan to make it four. I can’t do that unless we can come to an agreement about sharing the rink. Just two hours a day is all I and the other figure skaters, need.”

“We only practice two hours a day. The rink is open for you the rest of the time. Why is this my problem?” Iwaizumi shrugs his shoulders and leans on the stick beside him. “I’m sure you can figure it out yourself, you look smart. Unless that’s why you got transferred?”

A scoff slips out, which clearly doesn’t sit well with Iwaizumi. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m a good student. Like, really good. But I don’t think that matters when it comes to designating time on the ice. I would like to suggest that the figure skaters get two hours in the morning when it opens, and after that we can share the rink. How does that sound?”

Once again, Iwaizumi eyes you up and down. He pulls his helmet back on and backs away. “In your dreams, princess. If you’re that desperate, there’s about ten minutes until the rink shuts. Make the most of it.”

# fun fact !

when he turned around, y/n couldn’t help but sneak a peak at his ass

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summary. when an unfortunate incident kicks you out of your university and risks your reputation as one of the top figures skater in the country, you find your place in sendai. but when you discover they only have one rink, designated to their a-league hockey team, your chance at a comeback slips from your grasp. your only in is with the captain of the hockey team. the issue with that? he couldn’t care less who you are.

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venus; chapter nine; self care

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note: another shorter chapter but its worth it i promise

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cw: fluff, smau

bed chem ━━━ iwaizumi hajime

05. new coach?

# fun fact !

it was definitely y/n having issues with the text bubbles not me hahaha no definitely not me hahaha

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summary. when an unfortunate incident kicks you out of your university and risks your reputation as one of the top figures skater in the country, you find your place in sendai. but when you discover they only have one rink, designated to their a-league hockey team, your chance at a comeback slips from your grasp. your only in is with the captain of the hockey team. the issue with that? he couldn’t care less who you are.

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⁝ TSUKISHIMA KEI 𝜗𝜚 boyfriend texts 𝜗𝜚

ᰔ content warning ; smau 、 profanity 、 a touch of yachi x yamaguchi 、 sarcasm 、 he loves u, promise 、 shit talking is his love language 、 sassy tsuki.

Hi I was wondering if you'd be open to writing poly? I love the idea of pezzy and droid both liking gn!reader and reader just being like "why couldn't I just date you both we already all live together" if you're not cool with poly that's also fine! I just didn't see anything on the hit list about being against it

Hear Me Out (Pezzy X Reader X Elastic Droid)

Fandom: RPF/Youtubers

Requested: Clearly (idk how I feel about this...I like it, but I don't think I did this prompt justice)

Warnings: None (other than poly relationship)

POV: Second Person (You/your/They/them)

W.C. 1252

Summary: Hear me out, what if three roommates weren't actually roommates?

Side note: Check out this poll :)

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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When Grizzy moved out, the house felt different. Well. It felt different when Puffer left, too, but this was a different kind of different. It was like the puzzle pieces just fit together, and you, Droid, and Pezzy just functioned like a well-oiled machine. There were no fights, or disagreements really, or even many complaints between you. 

Then, Droid started talking about buying his own house and moving out. That threw a fork in your path. Suddenly, moving out was a sore subject, and no one wanted to be split up.

You and Pezzy have not thought that either of your financial situations would support buying a house yet, so you came up with a genius plan.

“Wait, so you and Pezzy want to move into my house?” Droid asked, confused. “Not against you guys, but the whole point of getting a house is not having roommates.”

“Hear me out first,” you said as you put your hands out. “Pezzy and I aren’t financially ready to get our own places yet. Who better to give our money to than our friend to help him pay off his house? If you haven’t clocked it yet, we’re talking about you.”

“Plus, you know we won’t destroy the place, unlike some other flatmate you have,” Pezzy joked.

“Aye, don’t talk about Oso like that,” Droid said back with a glare at Pezzy. 

Anyway, that’s how you ended up just moving into Droid’s new house with Pezzy. 

None of you ever mentioned it, but everything just flowed so easily between you guys. There were no arguments, no (real) disagreements, and it just made for a seamless household. 

Eventually, those little conversations about “I made extra food, you want some” became “get in the car, we’re going for a late-night Whataburger run.” 

Those “Hey can I borrow your jacket, I’m cold” became just simply laying against whoever was nearby and wrapping your arms around them tightly (and sometimes under their shirts if you were cold enough).

You started adopting their humor and their interests, and they started doing the same with you. You took up playing some video games and going on bike rides with them, and they, in turn, started picking up your habits. It wasn’t until you joined Droid for a late-night stream that you actually started to notice the similarities.

“Why do you look like the same person lol,” A chat read out, and that’s when you noticed you and Droid were wearing basically the same thing. Granted, it was a simple hoodie and grey sweatpants, but the hoodies were the same color (dark blue), and the sweatpants you were wearing were actually Pezzy’s, so you said as much.

“Nah, I think these are Pezzy’s, to be honest,” You chuckled as you pointed at them just as Droid’s room door opened.

“What’s mine?” Pezzy asked as he walked in with a 12-pack of beers. Coincidently, Pezzy was also wearing a dark blue hoodie and grey sweatpants.

“Hear me out, I think one of you is wearing mine because the legs on mine are short as fuck,” Droid pipped up.

“Are you calling us short?” You gasped in mock offense. All three of you dissolved into laughs until you muttered, “We should really be writing our names on our stuff. I think Pezzy has my favorite jeans and a few of my graphic tees, and Droid, I’m pretty sure you have my Puffer hoodie.”

“Woah, I’ve never seen three ‘roommates’ share so much shit,” Another chatter said, and that’s when you shifted all of your attention to the chat to see what everyone was saying.

“Just kiss already, damn.”

“The tension is real.”

“Do they not see it?”

“Is my Droidy/n dreams coming true?”

“Absolutely not! Pezzyy/n for the win!”

“Ok, guys, shut the fuck up,” Droid said, immediately moving you out of the way to minimize the chat screen. “Get outta here with that shit.”

“Are they shipping us again?” Pezzy asked, kneeling down to look at the screen.

“Not you and me. Just me and Y/n, and you and Y/n,” Droid said as he shook his head in disappointment.

“Why do you sound disappointed lmao,” A text-to-speech chat rang through the speakers, and that's when you looked over at Pezzy and Droid.

“I mean, and hear me out here,” You started off, catching both of their attentions, “If, hypothetically, I did like one of you, which I don’t, would it be a problem?”

“This is not a conversation to have live. Later, guys,” Droid rushed as he ended the stream quickly. He double-checked to make sure everything was ended before shutting his PC off completely and turning to face you fully. Pezzy decided to stand and lean against Droid’s desk instead of sitting on the ground. “Now, let’s set this straight. Yes, it’s a problem if you, hypothetically, like one of us.”

“Because honestly, we both really like you,” Pezzy chimed in as he scratched the back of his neck. “It’s been something we talked about for a while. We were just waiting for the right time to bring it up with you, but chat seems to be pretty observant.”

“Well, why couldn't I just date both of you? We already all live together and act like we’re together.”

“But you just said you didn’t like one of us,” Droid trailed off in confusion as he looked over at Pezzy to see if he knew where you were going with this.

“Yeah, I don’t like one of you,” You replied in a flat tone, but the expressions on their faces dropped immediately. That made you feel bad, so you dropped the act, “Clearly, I like both of you.”

“You couldn’t have started with that?!” Droid and Pezzy shouted in sync, causing you to laugh.

“I told y’all to hear me out,” You chuckled as you stood up. “It’s your fault for jumping to conclusions too fast. Anyway, I’m feeling celebratory ice cream. Either of you down to go with me?”

“Bold of you to assume we’d let you drive,” Pezzy chuckled, heading out of the room to grab his shoes.

“Yeah, you have astigmatism,” Droid pointed out, leaving the room to also find his shoes, “I’m never trusting you to drive at night after last time.”

“It was one time, and I swear that light post came out of nowhere!” You shouted as you followed after them. “This is bullying! We just confirmed whatever this was, and suddenly, I’m being bullied!”

“This is how we’ve always been,” Pezzy laughed as he threw an arm over your shoulder as you both waited for Droid, “You’re just reading too much into it. Now, Droid, hurry the fuck up, or we’re leaving without you!”

“I can’t find my vans!” Droid shouted from his room before you heard a crash, presumable from him throwing things around. You dropped your head, trying to hold off a laugh, when something caught your eye.

“Okay, hear me out,” You started, biting back a laugh, “I think Pezzy’s wearing them.”

“I swear, is this going to become an everyday thing?” Droid shouted as he opted to just grab the next closest pair of shoes.

“Not to quote Pezzy or anything, but you’re just reading too much into it,” You said in a mocking tone as Droid walked out of his room. Then, together, you all walked outside to your car. You all took your usual seats as Pezzy started the car. “This is how we’ve always been.”

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Prompt idea: The reader just sends the most horrid hear me out. Like sending a hear me out of Phillip to Alejandro.

“hear me out”

synopsis: sending the cod guys a questionable hear me out

ੈ✩‧₊˚ price, gaz, ghost, soap, alejandro, rudy, graves, makarov, keegan, nikolai

cw: suggestive jokes, slutshaming of an m&m

an: tried to keep these relatively tame because some of my hear me outs are actually insane. also would anyone gaf if i shared my sexuality headcanons for them…

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dividers from @/saradika-graphics :)

They stopped taking Cody to Karaoke Night after this.

(Cody was definitely singing about Obi-Wan lol)