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soory to bother you, I just wanted to ask if you're going to continue your fic named floodgate. I absolutely loved it and on AO3 it says there's gonna be two chapters... if you aren't going to it's ok!! Have a nice day

I have every intention of finishing Floodgate!! my headspace has been a bit not-creative lately but I definitely want to finish it!! 

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Hi! I just wanted to pop in and say that your qpr kagehina is really good! And it’s so wonderful to see more fics that are centered around qprs because those relationships are really underrated and just generally overshadowed so thank you!! Very much :)

AWWWHHH omg thank you sm!!! <3 <3 <3 qprs have an incredibly special place in my heart and i’m so glad you’re enjoying my stories!!! <3 qprs are definitely underrepresented so i’m happy to write them whenever i can!!

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I didn't know you write a blind!Hinata fic! That sounds so interresting!

yeah!! it's a bit of a mess haha- I didn't know what I was doing when I originally wrote it, but it's been a few years since then and I'd love to revisit it sometime knowing what I do now!!

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After what seems like a hopeless search for that defining something, Hinata and Kageyama find their word.

(Or, rather, Sugawara does.)

(queerplatonic kagehina)

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I love your stories! Was wondering, did you take down your Blind!Hinata story on AO3?

<3 thank you sm!!! 

I was originally crossposting my blind Hinata AU from my old ff.net account but never got around to completing the crosspost, and it was such old writing (and, if I’m honest, medically underresearched and inaccurate) that I didn’t want to keep it on my newer-writing AO3 profile. 

Another reason why I removed it is because when I started the AU a good handful of years ago, I didn’t really know what I was doing or how to research the practical/medical aspects of what I was writing. But now I can research, and have researched, and plan to revisit the AU on my AO3 account with proper research involved, as well as 3-4 years worth of writing growth. If enough people are interested in seeing me revisit the blind Hinata AU I would really like to!! It still has a very special place in my heart.

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Hi! I just wanted to say that you’ve been my favorite fanfic author ever since your httyd days, and it was such a pleasant surprise to find that you’re in almost all of the same fandoms I’m in and you’re writing for them since ur fics are always super awesome fr

awwWWWHH ;;;;;; that is so SWEET thank you so much!!! wow those httyd days were a long time ago. i’m super happy you like my writings aaa thank you!! <3 <3 

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Hinata and Kageyama don't have a word for what they have, but they know that it's precious, that it's irreplaceable, and that they wouldn't give it up for the world.

((queerplatonic kagehina; sickfic))

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I hope you are having a good day. I have been reading through all of your stories on AO3 and omg you are SUCH a good writer! I absolutely adore all of your works they never fail to make me happy or sad or both!

AWHH omgomg thank you so MUCH thats so so sweet of you to say ;;;;; i’m smiling so big rn you have no idea omg thaNK YOU <3 <3 <3 i’m !! so very happy you enjoy my stories !!!! <3<3

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Tobio’s parents aren’t good people. When coming to visit out of the blue, they don’t expect someone to stand defiantly between them and their son.

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A persons fanfic tells you a lot about them, i , a fanfic writer, realize in terror

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ahhhh the first time asking for help drabble was amazing 🥺🥺 kags thinking he has to be completely reliable like PLS :(( thank you so much it warmed my heart !! for the new list i wanted to request number 42 🥺 thank you for all your hard work!

awWW i’m so happy you liked the little ficlet!!! i was really happy with how it turned out so i’m glad you enjoyed it!!! :D <3 thank you!!!

((#42: “Why are you shaking?”))

(Read on AO3)

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“You’re home late.” 

“Are you sure you aren’t just home early?” 

Shouyou snorts, kicking one foot over the other and leaning into the arm of the couch. His feet are on the coffee table and his laptop rests over his thighs. “Me, home early? As if.” 

Tobio finds it in him to roll his eyes as he hangs his coat on the hanger by the door. Today’s been a fine day, a great day, even better now that he’s home and Shouyou is home with him. 

“Is it your night to do dinner?” Shouyou asks, fingers flying at the laptop keys and eyes glued to the screen. “I don’t remember.” 

“Yeah, you got soba yesterday, remember?” 

“Oh yeah, that’s right.” He keeps typing. “Soooooooo… were you wanting to eat in or should we go out?” 

“Depends.” Tobio kicks off his shoes, sets them neatly at the genkan and steps into the main room, moving toward the couch. “What are you up to?” 

“Oh!” Shouyou glances up at him and scoots over; Tobio sinks into the open spot beside him and hooks his chin over his shoulder. “Not much, just business emails. Apparently Tamiko’s sister is having a baby and he wants to be there, so we’re trying to negotiate shifts.” 

Tobio nods. “Fun.” 

Shouyou huffs. “Tell me about it.” 

“Please tell me you aren’t covering all his hours.” 

“I won’t, I won’t. But I wanna be able to cover what I can. I won’t do more than I can handle, I promise.” 

“Good.” Tobio bonks their foreheads together lightly before rising to his feet. Shouyou had been leaning into him and has to righten himself before tipping over. “In that case, I’ll make dinner here. We have some leftover stirfry to use up, don’t we?” 

“Unless you had it for breakfast yesterday, yes.” 

“Alright. Good luck with the adulting.”

Shouyou salutes stupidly at him before launching back into it. Tobio heads into the kitchen, finds the aforementioned stirfry in a Tupperware container in the fridge, and starts with dinner. 

It’s one of their better nights at home, actually. With exception of the hours Shouyou spends trying to convene with his coworker until they can reach an agreement, they don’t have anything going on. Tomorrow is Saturday. Shouyou works a short shift and Tobio doens’t work one at all. They don’t have classes. They don’t have meetings. And this Friday evening is spent with tomorrow’s promised lazy-day on their minds, as Shouyou takes a break from the laptop to eat dinner and they complain about this and that, and in between discuss their plans for tomorrow. 

Which, they end up planning to stay home tomorrow and maybeee hit up their favorite coffee shop, but that’s a hard maybe and staying home is a lot more appealing. It’s a good night with a promise of a good tomorrow, and they go to bed warm and eager to face the new day.

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Tobio is a heavy sleeper. 

Of the two of them, he is the ‘dead to the world, would take more than an entire circus on their loudest night to rouse him.’ Shouyou is ‘a pin drop would probably rattle him in the way a fire alarm would.’ Shouyou wakes at everything; Tobio wakes at hardly anything. 

Which is why it surprises him to be woken up in the middle of the night, knowing he was woken up, but not knowing by what or how. 

There isn’t any noise. There isn’t any light. Their alarms haven’t gone off (they always silence them on Friday nights and turn them back on again the same time Sunday). He hadn’t been roused intentionally, it would seem. Tobio lies there in the darkness with his arms tucked under his pillow, eyes awake and staring at the far wall. He listens, and waits, and holds his breath. 

And then he feels it.

It isn’t much. Barely anything. Definitely not enough to wake him as thoroughly as he’d been woken. Usually Shouyou would have to jump on him before he’s this awake and that came with its own set of risks.

But. 

Tobio rolls over on his side. Shouyou’s back is to him, white t-shirt clinging to him even though it’s a size too big (or maybe two sizes. Or maybe three. It’s Tobio’s shirt). Tobio can’t tell whether he’s awake or asleep.

“Shou.” Tobio takes him by the shoulder. Shouyou’s muscles tense beneath him and answer the unasked question. “Are you cold? What’s–” 

Shouyou pushes his hand off, which. He won’t lie, it kind of stings a little. But for no longer than a second, because Shouyou isn’t like that and the only times he’s been like that are when something’s been very, very wrong. 

“N-No, I’m fine,” Shouyou stammers, voice thick. “G-Go back to sleep, I’m fine.” 

“You don’t sound fine.” Tobio sits up fully now, and starts to reach out, but stops just before touching him. “What’s wrong? Why are you shaking?”

“Nothing,” Shouyou hisses, but his voice is throttled and he sounds congested. “Nothing, it’s nothing, go to s-sleep–” 

“Shouyou–” But he stops again, for another reason. “Wait, why–Why are you crying? What happened?”

“Nothing!” Shouyou actually pushes him this time, twisting an arm around to shove him in the knee, though it doesn’t do much of anything and it wasn’t really supposed to. “I kicked the nightstand by accident and it hurt, okay!? That’s what happened!”

“That isn’t what happened, Shou.” 

“I said it is, g-go away.” 

“Shouyou.” 

Shouyou chokes, curling his knees into his chest and burying his hands in his hair. “What?”

Tobio swallows hard, ignores the tightness in his chest and scoots closer, until his knees touch the lower part of Shouyou’s back. When Shouyou doesn’t push him away again, he reaches out and touches Shouyou’s cheek with the back of his hand. 

“What happened?” Tobio asks, then stops. “Oh god is it because I spilled the teriyaki sauce on the rug? I know you were really upset ab–” 

“No, no, no, it’s not about that, I–” Shouyou’s breath hitches. There’s a strangled noise in the back of his throat. “T-Tobio–”

His voice is so broken and disrupted by so many sobs and filled with so many tears that it barely sounds like him at all. It’s barely a squeak, barely anything, barely together.

Tobio would be lying if he said he didn’t panic a little, because he didn’t know what was wrong and he’d never seen Shouyou cry like this before, ever, but he hauls Shouyou upright and yanks him into his arms, pressing him against his chest and holding fast. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay, I have you. I have you, alright? It’s okay.”

“N-No, no, no, it’s s-so stupid Tobio it’s so stupid it’s–” 

“Shh.” Tobio rubs his back, up and down, soothingly. He manages to keep the tremble from his hand. “It isn’t stupid, Shou, it’s not stupid.”

Shouyou sobs, guttural and deep and muffled against Tobio’s chest. “I-I didn’t really hit my leg, I-I just–” 

“I know you didn’t, I know.” 

“I-I’m sorry–” 

“I know, I know, I know. It’s okay. It’s okay. Shh.” 

Shouyou’s shoulders heave and his sobs are loud. Tobio has always known what to do–or, rather, he’s learned what to do over the years he’s known Shouyou–but this time is different. Usually Shouyou calms down once Tobio has spoken to him, or held him, but this time is different. Usually it doesn’t take more than reassurance and rest and comfort before Shouyou can settle, but this time is different. Shouyou’s cries are so broken and he’s shaking, trembling, but ‘shaking’ doesn’t seem like enough to describe the heaving lurch of his shoulders and the gutted wrench of his sobs. 

Tobio clings to him, buries his nose into his hair, rubs his back. “Shouyou, please, please calm down. It’s okay. Whatever’s wrong, I promise it’s okay, just–please, breathe. Please. You’re–You’re scaring me, just, please–” 

Their relationship is hugely built on their bluntness toward each other, how neither of them are afraid to say what they really think about this that and the other, but that particular choice of words in this particular situation was, in hindsight, probably not the best thing to say. Even if it was true.

But it does seem to bring Shouyou back just a little, and he gasps so harshly that he chokes on that, and coughs, and Tobio’s heart seizes as he holds him closer. 

“Are you sick?” It’s the next thing that comes to Tobio’s mind, and a lot more fixable of an issue. “We have medicine, it’s okay–” He doesn’t have a fever, though. “Are you hurt? What’s hurting you? What happened?” 

Shouyou sobs again, though he’s leaning the side of his head into Tobio’s chest now instead of smothering his face into it. “N-Not m-me, I–” 

“Did something happen to your coworker?” His mind flatlines. “Is his sister okay? Are they–” 

“You.”

His voice is so broken. Tobio’s tongue is too thick for his mouth. 

“I–Shou, I don’t–” 

“Y-You were–Tobio, Tobio, you were hit by a c-car, T-Tobio–” 

It breaks him further and he buries his face into Tobio’s shirt again, and Tobio holds him, and suddenly everything makes just a little more sense. 

“I-I don’t know why it happened,” Shouyou whimpers, voice too high and too rasped. “I-I don’t think about it happening, I-I’ve never–I’ve never worried about it, I don’t know why I–why would I think something like–a-and, and there was blood, wh-why would–” 

Tobio’s stomach is in his throat and he holds Shouyou just as tight as ever, gently brushing the tears from his face and not caring that they’re replaced faster than he can chase away.

“Brains are shit sometimes,” Tobio says, which isn’t the most sensitive thing to say right now, probably, but it feels right and they know each other well enough. “They’re just–shit, they really are just shit. I’m sorry. But I’m here, okay? It didn’t happen.” 

“I know it didn’t,” Shouyou strains, “I know it didn’t, wh-which–which is why this is stupid. It doesn’t make any s-sense, T-Tobio, why would I dream something like that? I-It was so–” He gasps, and lets it go shudderingly. “It was s-so horrible, wh-why–why would that happen? A-And why am I so upset about it when it didn’t really happen?”

“Because it happened to you,” Tobio breathes, somewhat calmer now that he knows what’s wrong. He still doesn’t know how to fix it, but, he’s working on that. “Even if it was just a dream, you still had to go through it. It’s not stupid to be upset about it, or to cry over it, or anything like that. You still had to experience it either way. I’m sorry.” 

“B-But–But it’s pointless–” 

“Shou, listen to me.” Shouyou stills, quiets, and Tobio draws a deep breath. When he lets it out, he curls himself further into Shouyou, burying his face into his messy hair and breathing in his warmth. Shouyou squirms until he can adjust, and then he melts into Tobio just as much. Tobio waits until his heartrate has slowed, until he’s breathing more than he is crying. 

“Remember when we were in high school,” Tobio says softly. “We were playing a match with that visiting team–hell, I don’t even remember their names. You went in as a decoy, like you always did. Do. And when you landed–” 

It happened years ago, but the memories are still somehow fresh. He’s lucky Shouyou already understands and he doesn’t have to go on.

“I had nightmares about that, too. Sometimes. Or, not even about the event itself, just… what could have come out of it. Or what could happen in the future. Or what could have happened in the past. Sometimes I still have them.” 

Shouyou’s fingers twist into his shirt. “Tobio…” 

“They aren’t fair,” Tobio says. “They suck, they mess with your head and send your emotions out of whack, but they are not stupid. We’ve just gotta deal with them as they come and not brush them off. Alright?” He smooths Shouyou’s hair down, from the crown of his head to the nape of his neck. “We’re fine.”

Shouyou sniffs and curls against him, knees tucked into his chest and stray, final tears wiped away by Tobio’s thumb and soaking into his shirt. Shouyou doesn’t calm down quickly, but he does calm down eventually, and Tobio feels his drawn muscles slacken against him.

“T-Tobio?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I love you.” 

Tobio inhales, exhales, and draws him closer. “Yeah. I love you too.”

It isn’t much, but it’s enough for now, and they don’t let each other go.

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i’m torn on which scenarios to write for the prompt ficlets so!!! down to a vote  👀 👀 👀

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Bitches see your Haikyuu!! fics and go absolutely buck wild. It’s me. I’m bitches. (I watched enough Haikyuu!! to understand your fics and Devoured All Of Them and they were so nice to read and relax into 💙💙💙)

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I just discovered your blog and wanted to tell you how much I love your writing! You are very articulate and descriptive and I love all of the Kagehina fluff ❤️ Keep up the good work!

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i cant stop listening to the full version of Phoenix

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My piece for the Seijou Zine!

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y’all know the drill, send me a number in the ask box and i’ll write a kagehina ficlet!!

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“That’s how the story goes.”

“None of this is your fault.”

“I know it hurts.”

“Are you serious?”

“You’re safe now.”

“No one’s going to hurt you.”

“I don’t understand.”

“This isn’t what I wanted.”

“My head hurts.”

“I’m right here, okay?”

“Wow, you look… amazing.”

“Are you okay?”

“Who did this?”

“I made a mistake.”

“When I’m with you, I’m home.”

“There’s nothing I can do anymore.”

“This is going to hurt.”

“That was kind of hot.”

“Please don’t let me be alone.”

“Don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken.”

“It’s never too late to get back up again.”

“What if one day I wake up and you don’t?”

“I immediately regret this decision.”

“I’m not okay.”

“I’m scared.”

“You’re the one thing keeping me sane right now.”

“Please stay with me.”

“Please help me.”

“It’s okay to cry.”

“Is that blood?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“You’re everything to me.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

“Are you testing me?”

“I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.”

“I’m lost without you.”

“You have my word.”

“I’m just tired.”

“It just… hurts.”

“Do you promise?”

“I’m not drunk enough for this.”

“Why are you shaking?”

“I never meant to hurt you.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“Please don’t shut me out.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“I can take care of myself just fine.”

“This is new.”

“Take off your shirt.”

“Be you. No one else can.”

“I can’t breathe.”

“Are you going to talk to me?”

“I’m sorry.”

“They’re gone.”

“Just smile. I really need you to smile right now.”

“Would you just hold still?”

“I miss the way things used to be.”

“Am I dead?”

“Look at me.”

“Can we just pretend like we’re normal for once?”

“I told you not to fall in love with me.”

“Please shut up. Just shut up.”

“Please tell me it’s going to be okay.”

“Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything.”

“When you smile, I fall apart.”

“If I die, I’m never speaking to you again.”

“If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

“This isn’t what it looks like.”

“I just really miss talking to you.”

“I can’t do this on my own.”

“I’ve got you.”

“We’ll figure this out.”

“Please don’t say goodbye.”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

“You make me feel alive.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“There is nothing wrong with you.”

“I’m just looking out for you.”

“Be careful.”

“You owe me.”

“Come with me.”

“I trust you.”

“I didn’t want you to see this.”

“I’ve been praying for you.”

“Take my jacket. It’s cold outside.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

“Let me help.”

“Come here.”

“You’re holding back.”

“Remember when we were little?”

“We’re all a little stronger than we think we are.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.”

“This isn’t who I am.”

“I’m willing to wait for it.”

“Are you ready for this?”

“You can do this.”

“Your life was my life’s best part.”

“You were always gold to me.”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m fine with where I am now.”

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