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[prettyiwa]

Alright, I was tagged by both @blondeboyfriend & @mydiluc to talk about five of my favorite fics. It's definitely a good practice in self-love and appreciation!

In no particular order:

» 1. You Bury Me — Iwaizumi/Reader, 5k, pure ANGST.

This one has a very special place in my heart because of how succinctly I captured their relationship and the fear and devastation of their situation. I've spent some time trying to get a handle on angst as I have it here. That it brings out strong emotions in people is all I want as a writer.

» 2. Sweet Possession — Erwin/Reader, ~1k, Dubcon, Demons, Sex Under the Influence.

It's one of the few SNK pieces that doesn't have me gnawing on my fist anymore. I had quite a bit of fun while writing it and it was a story I wanted to do more with but I'm happy with how it came out in so few words.

» 3. In This Together — Matsukawa/Reader, ~4k, Yandere, Consensual Smut.

I received one of my favorite comments on this fic and it's never left me. It's another fun concept for me to explore because it's not a dynamic I usually write about. I would like to return to it once I find motivation and inspiration (once writer's block and burnout stop kicking my ass).

» 4. Still Stuck On You — Iwaizumi/Reader, ~3.5k, Mutual Pining, Reunion, Falling in Love Again.

Again, this one received another really impactful comment that made me appreciate it in a different light. It's actually the resolution of the main conflict of a long fic I had once plotted, the first I was going to write for Haikyuu!! The fic itself was scraped, but the relationship I had plotted has stuck with me. I think part of what makes this special for me is that I know the depth of the conflict that drove them apart, but I'm happy with what I finished.

» 5. Promises We Exchanged — Miyuki/Reader, ~12k+, Childhood Best Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort.

The first series to make the list, and an incomplete one at that! There is a lot of work that's been going into this one and a lot of emotional weight, too. There's a lot about this fic that I won't get into, but I'm really proud of what I have so far. I'm looking forward to finishing the story and seeing the final product.

For this, I'm going to tag (no pressure) @tyga-lily, @princesskazuya, @no1frogfan, @humanitys-strongest-bamf, @fionarara, @poursomesunaonme, and everyone else who would like to participate!

[matsur1]

A Kuroo Tetsurou fanfiction penned by Matsur1

Word Count: 2.9k

A/n: Not proofread yett, some things may be a bit confusing since I had a headache while writing this but nevertheless I hope you enjoy! Alsoo, it's my first time writing a haikyuu fanfic!! Do give feedbacks if you please🫶

“I’m tired of this, Tetsu,” you tell him in an irritated tone while you aid your weeping son who kept insisting he’d wait for his dad to come home no matter how late. And Tetsu? Well, your husband unfortunately just came back home from work. Not to mention that it’s midnight. He sighs deeply, rubbing his temple, “Look, I didn’t ask for this either, alright? Don’t blame it all on me,” he defends. “Didn’t ask for it? Well maybe if you’d just learn how to say ‘no’ to work, then things might be a tad bit better, yeah?” you bite back. “Ah, so what you’re trying to say is that it’s all my fault?” he asks, looking at you intently. You surrender, “No, it’s not that I just,” you take a deep breath, trying to exhale all the pain you feel, “It’s nothing, I’m probably just tired. I’m sorry, Tetsu.” He loosens his tie, quietly walking towards you while your little Jason starts to fall asleep. “I’m sorry, darling. I know I haven’t made much time for you and Jason but once work’s done, I promise I’ll make it up to you,” he hugs you and Jason, leaving you with a kiss on the forehead. He makes his way to the bathroom without knowing about the tears building up in your eyes. Your eyes which he used to compliment all the time but is now too busy at work to even look at you. And that promise he’s made over and over again for the past five years? Always forgotten. You don’t even expect much anymore.

You bring Jason into his room and lay him on his bed. You sit on the bedside and stare at your sleeping son. He’s grown so much. He’s five now and you can’t even get to provide him a happy little family who could at least spend the weekends together. Sure, the material things you could both give him, but not the emotional things that a child would need, and that makes you feel guilt. You give him a good night kiss on his forehead and start to head out. You walk to the refrigerator to catch some water. As you pour water, hands loop around your waist and a head rests at your shoulder. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he apologizes, “I know it’s been hard, and I’m sorry that I’m not always physically present.” You could feel the tears burn up in your eyes again. Tears for what could be but can’t be. “Tetsu, I’ve been thinking…” you mumbled. You clear your throat, “I’ve been thinking of getting a divorce.” The hands on your waist fall and the head on your shoulder lifts up. “What?” he says, almost demandingly, “Am I hearing this right?” You turn to look at him and leave the glass of water on the counter, “I’m sorry, Tetsu. I just think that this would be better for Jason. Perhaps by then he’d at least get the chance to spend time with both of us, even if it’s individually,” you explain. “Wait, wait, wait, are you… how long have you been thinking about all of this?” he asks in suspicion. “Tetsu, that’s out of the point. The thought just passed my mind, the thought that maybe Jason would be better off with separate parents rather than married parents who fight every night. Every single night, Tetsu. I always,” your voice starts to break, tears streaming down your cheeks, “I always feel guilty because Jason would have to go through such a thing at a young age. I don’t want that for him.” He holds your face with both of his hands and he lays his forehead on your forehead, looking at you, his eyes almost pleading. “But I love you,” he speaks, almost in a whisper. “And I love you too, Tetsu. So, so much.” you confess. “But I also love our little Jason,” you look into his eyes as your tears drip onto the marble floor. You softly remove his hands off of your face, “I’m sorry, I just can’t,” you cried, gently holding his hands. He looks down at the floor, still processing the things that have been happening. Processing the things that have happened in the last five years. Possibly going back to the times you and he were so excited to have the baby delivered. 

You then turn and go to the bedroom that you share with Tetsu while he stays still in front of the fridge. He felt his whole world stop. Almost as if his whole body is now paralyzed. Then he finally breaks, sobbing, holding onto the counter. He has no idea what to do next. You have no idea what to do next. You both burn in the same fire yet it’s as if a thick wall separates you both, leaving you unable to help each other.

The next day, you wake up to the sound of Jason laughing. Full of curiosity, you stand up and take a glance at the bed. Tetsu’s side was neater, unmoved. Did he sleep on the couch? Your heart broke at that thought. You slowly open the door, meeting with a lovely sight. Tetsu was cooking breakfast while carrying Jason, tickling his face with his nose. What a sight, indeed. As if the thought of Tetsu sleeping on the couch wasn’t cruel enough to break your heart. Your heart aches at the sight, wishing this was a daily basis. Wishing this was the family Jason had every day. But now that you think about it, did Tetsu not attend work today? Not that it matters, he probably took a day off work so you could both work on the papers. “Good morning, what’re you both cooking?” you ask them in a cheerful tone, putting up an act. “We’re cooking pancakes. Right, Jason?” Tetsu responds. “Yes! Daddy said he did not go to work so we could spend the day together!” Jason exclaims, giving you both a big smile. You were quiet for a quick moment but you quickly recover your smile, “Is that so? Well, are you excited Jason?” you ask him, taking him from Tetsu so he could start cooking properly. “Yes, yes, yes!!!” He repeats excitedly. “That’s good, but we gotta eat breakfast first, okay?” you tell him as he nods in response.

Later, when you were all ready to go, you all ride the car and get on your way to your agenda. Though it’s only Tetsu who knows about it. You and Tetsu kept quiet the whole ride while Jason kept himself busy watching at the road. And when you finally arrive at your destination, Jason excitedly jumps. It was his first time to go to an amusement park, and yours too. Knowing that fact, you looked at Tetsu, giving him an appreciative smile. Hours later, you all finally decide to go back home. Or so you thought. “What do you think of visiting Grandma, Jason?” Tetsu asks Jason. “Yes!!!!!!” Jason happily shouts. You look at Tetsu as he drives, so this was his plan, huh? Is he gonna tell his mom about the divorce now? You were left with thousands of questions on the way to Grandma’s house.

When you finally arrived, the three of you greeted Grandma with cheerfulness. Her house, still the same with its comfortable and feel-at-home vibe. Then, the three of you caught up with Grandma and you were expecting Tetsu to bring up the divorce, but he didn’t. Instead, “Well, we’ll leave Jason with you for a couple of hours, ma. You know we gotta have time for ourselves as well,” Tetsu winks while Grandma laughs. You join the laughter but knowing that wasn’t really the case made your heart drop. The whole time, you and Tetsu kept quiet, leaving an awkward atmosphere. “Sorry about this, Tetsu,” you apologize, your voice shaking. He keeps his eyes on the road, keeping his cool face. The silence went on for a while, taking over the whole car. “You know I still love you, right?” he finally responds. Tears start to build up in you. Before you could find words to reply, “And I always will,” he adds. As if that helped you feel any better. “I love you too, Tetsu.” You tell him in a whisper, looking outside the window. Those were the last words you told each other before you went and worked on the divorce papers.

“Jason? Can you come here for a minute, honey?” you kindly ask of Jason. Jason stood up, walking over to you and Tetsu with curiosity in his eyes. You pat down the empty seat on the couch that you and Tetsu are sitting upon. You hold his hand, “Me and Daddy made a decision,” you pause, not being able to go on. But you must, “we’re gonna live somewhere else, okay? Just you and me, a little far from here.” Jason’s curiosity turns into concern, “But why, Mommy? What about Daddy? Is he gonna live here alone?” Jason asks worriedly. Your heart breaks at his questions. “Yes, honey. But don’t worry, we can always visit Daddy on weekends. Is that alright?” you ask in a trembling voice while Tetsu keeps his head down, eyes stuck on the floor. “Only on weekends?” Jason pouts. “Yes, only on weekends. But it's better than never, right?” you try to convince him. “Yeah,” he pauses, his voice getting sadder by the moment, “Okay, Mommy.” He hugs the both of you. So much suffering for someone so young.

It's only been a few months since the divorce. You and Jason moved away, but not too far from your former house. Things have been hard but better now that you don’t have to worry about the time Jason spends with his Father. I mean, compared to before, Jason and Tetsu can finally spend time even if only for two days. Unlike before, the time they both spend together were uncertain. Nevertheless, co-parenting isn’t easy but easier than what you both expected. For the first week, Tetsu didn’t really have a plan so you all just ended up hanging out together in his house. But the following week, Tetsu had planned to bring you both at the beach. He taught Jason the basics of volleyball while you stood by, watching them have fun while making sandwiches for them. Tetsu kept trying to get you to play with them the way you both used to but you kept denying his offer, perhaps afraid to fall in love with him again and go back to the way it was. But then, did you ever stop loving him? 

Today, you went to Tetsu’s again, but this time he said he had no plans. You try to think of one to help him but none comes to mind either. “Perhaps this is a sign to just rest in the house again, maybe cook pasta together. Right, Jason?” he speaks about while picking Jason up. “I know!!” Jason exclaims. “Let’s play kitchen! I’ll be the chef and you and Mommy are my customers,” he suggests. So, Tetsu brought his kitchen set down and set it up for him. You and Tetsu sit on the floor to match your chef’s height. “You and Mommy sit over there while I cook here,” Jason instructs. Following Jason’s instructions, you both sit awkwardly while he cooks. He didn’t even bother to ask your orders but it’s Jason, he likes surprises. Jason glances at the both of you, “Mommy, Daddy?” he stops in the middle of his cooking. “Yes?” you and Tetsu answer at the same time. “Why are you both sitting so awkwardly? Act like you’re on a date! Face each other.” Jason scolds you. “Oh, alright buddy. Got it. Now get back to cooking before we start to smell burnt food.” Tetsu obeys. And so do you. So now you’re both awkwardly facing each other. You both try your best not to meet each other’s eyes but you do once in a while. “So how’s work?” Tetsu asks, trying to break the silence. “Work’s alright, how about yours? Your boss still bossing you around?” You attempt to joke, which seems to work because Tetsu chuckled. “Yeah, stressful. Thank god he let me take day offs during weekends though,” Tetsu replies. Your conversation kept going after that, and somehow, there was less awkwardness between you and Tetsu. But you did wonder why your chef was taking so long to serve food.

It was almost dusk and you were about to invite Jason to go back home but Tetsu asked you and Jason, “How about a movie?” and Jason, without hesitation, shouts yes. You sigh, but you can’t help but smile because you’re all finally bonding. Tetsu turns the TV on and turns the lights off to set the mood. While he and Jason were choosing which movie to watch, you suggested to make popcorn. They both agreed at that delicious idea. While you were on your way to the kitchen, Tetsu discreetly whispers to Jason, “If Mommy asks you to go home, tell her that you want to stay for a while more, okay?” Jason snickers at that idea and happily nods. When you came back with the popcorn, they were finally able to choose a movie and they had a strange smile on their faces that made you want to question them but you assumed they were just excited.

Later, when the movie finally showed the credits, you were about to speak and ask Jason to go home since it was starting to get late but Tetsu stops you, “shhh” he says as he points at Jason who’s sleeping soundly. You turn the lights on, “Oh great, what now?” you whisper-shout at Tetsu. “Well, you guys could spend the night, it’s getting late as well,” he replies in his low voice instead of whispering while picking up Jason to bring him to his bedroom. You were about to oppose to his idea but he had a great point. If you and Jason go home now, he’ll wake up and you’ll have a hard time bringing him back to sleep. You were cleaning up the living room and the kitchen when Tetsu came out of Jason’s bedroom. “You can sleep in my bedroom, I’ll make do with the couch.” He offers. “No, it’s alright, this is your house. Perhaps it's my turn to sleep on the couch this time.” You insisted. “Come on, you know I don’t like seeing you having a hard time,” he teases you with his perfect smile that you can’t help but smile back. “Alright, you gotta lend me some clothes though. After all, it was your idea that we spend the night here, right?” you smirk, knowing he probably doesn’t know you got him all figured out. “What?” he asks in shock, “You knew? You’re no fun, miss,” he playfully pouts. “You’ve always been easy to read, Tetsu.” You laugh. So does he, “Yeah, you always knew how to read me.” His statement makes you both go back to the old times. The times when you both were the campus couple. But now, you’re both left with awkward silence. “You know, I miss you.” He confesses. You looked away, trying to avoid his confession. “Please, Y/N. Give me another chance? It’s hard to live like this, I still love you. I love you and Jason.” He pleaded. “Tetsu…” you hesitate. “To tell you the truth, I left work,” he confesses once again. You look at him in shock, bringing your full attention to him. “What?” you ask, tears building up in your eyes. “I left work because that’s what took you both from me. And now, I found a new job. It’s still office work but it’s less busy than the last one. I have more time for you both now. So please, please, Y/N. Please come back home.” He looks at you with pleading in his eyes. “Tetsu, I… I need to think more about this. I’m sorry.” You turn to go back to his bedroom, softly shutting the door. Without a pause, you turn back at the door and silently cry against it. 

The next morning, Tetsu woke up with the sunlight hitting his face. He immediately stood up, remembering what happened last night. He runs to check Jason’s room, gone. Then he goes to the room you slept in, gone as well. Finally accepting the truth, he lets out a deep sigh, tears burning in his eyes. He shuts the door, having a good cry outside the door. For about half an hour later, he finally stands up. He makes his way to the kitchen to make coffee. Perhaps coffee could help give him energy for the long day today. He sat down on the island chair of the kitchen with his head facing down while he holds his cup of coffee when he hears the door open. He quickly looked up that his neck almost hurt. He was shocked to see who was at the door. It was you and Jason, with your dozen bags. “We’re back home,” you tell him in a sweet voice, giving him a sheepish smile. He drops his cup of coffee and rushes to both of you, hugging you both very tightly, almost saying he doesn’t want to let you go ever again. “Oh god, Y/N,” he whispers in relief. Finally, he pulls back, taking a good look at you both, caressing your face, “Welcome back home.”

© Matsuri

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[lovebykai]

Satisfied

Pairing: Alpha!Oikawa x Omega!Reader

Warning(s): Suggestive. Angst.

Omegaverse.

Authors Note: Reposted.

Courting an alpha like Oikawa was stupid. He was popular, so every omega in the vicinity had the exact same idea; he was so focused on his volleyball career it was almost like he didn't even see when someone was legitimately interested in him. It had been that way since the two of you were kids.

And yet.

You pressed your face deeper into his jacket, ignoring the sympathetic look Iwaizumi gave you from the court as the rotten scent of jealousy flooded the air. Oikawa didn't even realize -- or maybe he did and just didn't care -- how much drama his existence in your life stirred up around you. It didn't matter, though.

You'd put up with just about anything as long as he'd stay.

* * *

You’d been friends since you were kids. Maybe that was why he never saw you the way you saw him. After all, he’d been around since the two of you were in diapers; by the time Iwaizumi was added to the mix, the two of you were hitting that weird age when girls were gross and guys were bullies and, honestly, it was shocking the friendship held up at all.

Because Oikawa was mean.

You’d seen the dead-eyed looks he gave to the girls who pushed just a little too hard; heard the snarky comments he’d learned to keep to himself over the years. He’d left a trail of heartbreak and longing through your childhood, so it was almost a relief when he managed to pull on that obnoxious mask of his. Even if it did mean that the tactics for getting close to him had taken on another form.

“Hey, Y/N!” You paused, turning to the grinning girl from -- your math class, you believed -- and tried not to look as confused as you felt. The two of you had been in the same classes since your first year of middle school, and she’d never shown an ounce of interest in talking to you before.

“Wanna walk home together?” Oh, right. You guys were neighbors. Hesitantly, you nodded, and it was the start of a beautiful friendship. One of the few that you’d managed outside of Iwaizumi and Oikawa, and that was its own form of comfort.

For a while, anyway.

Slowly, the friendship began to wilt as her fixation with your childhood friend became clear; by the time the two of them started dating, you’d realized -- albeit a bit bitterly -- that you’d been a stepping stone to getting what she’d really wanted. You weren’t the only one, though; when you presented as an omega later that year, and she a beta, you’d taken some satisfaction in the fact that she was intimidated by what that would mean for her relationship. Y’know, since Oikawa was an alpha.

* * *

“She really doesn’t like you.” Iwaizumi commented softly, a bit amused as the two of you settled in to eat lunch; you smirked a bit to yourself, shrugging.

“She should’ve been focusing on Oikawas fanclub instead of me; not my fault she thought I was in the running to be his mate.” They’d made it a year before she’d gotten sick of his attention to volleyball, and when they broke up and he promptly began humoring the advances of her little friends, she’d been very open with her seething.

“Aren’t you?” Iwaizumi asked curiously and you fumbled with your spoon, wincing when it clattered onto your desk.

“Of course not.” The mutter wasn’t very convincing, but he didn’t push again that day.

* * *

You were never the jealous type. Oikawa had spent your entire life trying to find the person who would stay -- trying to find someone who would be content to wait for his love and attention. Someone who would put up with his late practices, and the way he snapped at them when he was hurting from overdoing it.

And he found her.

She was patient, and kind, and her smiles were like sunshine. You’d never felt truly afraid of his flings until she’d looked at you -- so genuine and smelling like flowers -- and smiled. When she said she wanted to be your friend, she meant it; you tried hard not to hate her for being perfect. You knew immediately she was the one; you couldn’t help but look at Oikawa to gauge his reaction -- did he see it too?

The little omega fit into your friend group easily; since he usually dated betas, you weren’t used to having someone around that could take your place. When she became the team manager, you’d gone home and screamed into your pillow; unaccustomed to the agony of realizing you were being left behind in favor of someone just a little softer. A little kinder. More open about how she felt.

Silently, your resentment grew until it was unbearable. Every touch, and laugh, and gift-- you’d never wanted so badly to see Oikawa break someone's heart, and that was wrong. If anyone had noticed your spiraling, they didn’t comment; by the time she finally worked up to asking Oikawa to be her boyfriend, you’d started trying to put as much distance between yourself and the alpha as possible.

* * *

“Y/N!” Oikawas voice garnered your attention and you rolled your eyes heavenward, already plotting your escape. When you turned to him, his fingers were laced with hers, and you willed yourself not to start pumping out disapproving pheromones.

“What’s up?” You tried to sound casual, despite knowing you were going to deny whatever request he had. It had been months since the two of you had hung out, and you didn’t plan to stop now. You just had to last another year or so and then you’d be off to university; you could make up some kind of excuse to dodge their wedding.

“Wanna grab dinner with us?” She was the one to ask and it took you by surprise.

“I’m alright, but thanks for thinking of me.” Her smile was understanding and you wondered if she knew how badly you wanted her alpha.

Maybe it was some kind of cosmic justice for being so smug about your position in Oikawas life; every time you’d smirked to yourself when he dumped another one of his little beta girlfriends. Before anything else could be said, you were already walking away, and telling yourself not to read too much into his disappointed expression.

* * *

“So you’re really going to let her have him, huh?” Matsukawa asked as you inhaled and you managed to choke on smoke.

“The fuck are you even talking about?” You wheezed as he snickered, plucking the joint from your fingers.

“Oikawa. We always thought you’d work up the nerve to confess if we just left it alone, but we’re third years, now, and you’re still pretending that you haven't been pining for him since you guys were kids.” Iwaizumi hummed his agreement from the couch, giving you a look and you could feel yourself warming uncomfortably.

“I’m not a homewrecker, guys; if he was interested in me, he would have said something by now.”

“Maybe he’s been thinking the same way.” Hanamaki shot back as you waved off their prodding, and you rolled your eyes.

“I’m the omega, here, I’m not supposed to do the chasing!” You whined playfully and they howled with laughter; the subject was dropped, and you passed out on the floor a little bit later.

* * *

“She… she broke up with him?” You asked, tentatively, and Iwaizumi nodded. “Why?”

“Because he’s an idiot--” He grunted when you smacked his chest. “Why do you think? He spends all his time on the court; she got sick of waiting around for him.”

“How stupid.” You immediately huffed, internally seething because you’d been so sure she was going to be his omega for the rest of his damn life. The two of you hadn’t spoken in… well, you honestly couldn’t remember how long; you’d been so starved to even lay eyes on him that when he’d come in late to the Karasuno practice match you’d almost melted.

“Shouldn’t you be happy?” Iwaizumi teased, and you gave him a glare.

“For what? He’s probably hurting over it, and I’ve been dodging him for months--” You let out a groan, pressing your hands to your face and feeling awful for your behavior.

“He’s practicing late today.” The words were tossed out casually as the other alpha headed home, smirking when you immediately headed towards the gym.

* * *

“...’Ru?” You called softly, slipping inside with a wince as his serve bounced off the wall.

The smell of distressed alpha was almost overwhelming; he clearly hadn’t been expecting to be interrupted. For a moment, you felt stupid for even coming -- what were you supposed to say, even? -- and when his icy gaze landed on you, there was a moment where you just knew he was going to bite out something caustic.

“What, Y/N?” It wasn’t said with any warmth, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought, so you risked heading his direction. Everything in you was clawing at you to soothe him, and it was almost physically painful when you came within arms reach of him.

“I’m sorry.” The smell seemed to dissipate slightly as he ran his fingers through his hair, letting out a long sigh.

“Don’t be. It’s not like you did anything wrong.” There was a long silence where the two of you just stared at one another, uncertain as to what should be said after such an awkward situation.

“I missed you.” After working up the nerve, you managed to spit it out on a whisper, hands curling into fists at your sides.

Believe it or not, Oikawa gave the best hugs.

* * *

The next one didn’t like you.

She was pretty, and popular, and very open about it. You tried not to take it personally when he kept dating her. They made it a month, and only broke up because she caused a scene about you showing up to one of his games -- never mind that you were friends with all the other third years, as well -- and it had embarrassed him.

She hadn’t known that, because she couldn’t smell the fluctuating scents in the air like alphas and omegas could, so naturally it was your fault as far as she was concerned; she made it her personal goal to make you miserable.

Honestly, she was doing a pretty shit job of it until she started spouting off about how you were the reason they broke up. Because you were in love with him, and needy, and clingy-- and it hit just a little bit too close to home, making you fumble over your denials; even long after she got over it, the rumors were there, whispered among your classmates.

It had always been something that was thought but never said, and once the words were out in the world they couldn’t be taken back.

* * *

“Your heats coming on, huh?” Hanamaki snickered, ruffling your hair as you tried to align the edge of your notebook with the edge of your desk.

“Gonna ask Oikawa to help you out this time?”

“Shut up, Makki.” You hissed, baring your teeth at the cooing alpha. He just laughed off your attitude, and you were so fixated on organizing your space that you didn’t even realize that the man in question was standing just in earshot, turning a pretty shade of pink at the idea.

* * *

“For the love of--” You let out a distressed whine as you tore down your nest for the nth time, just about in tears because it wouldn’t do what you wanted it to. The blankets weren’t right, and everything smelled off and--

“I’m coming in!” The call made you tense, already preparing to chew out whoever was interrupting you, until the distinct smell of alpha washed over you. Your alpha. Except he wasn’t -- not really -- and it wasn’t like you could just--

“How’re you feeling?” Oikawa’s pretty voice seemed to completely overtake your senses; you resisted the urge to whine for him.

“How do you think?” You huffed, wiping at your eyes furiously and throwing the pillow you’d been fighting with onto the floor. The alpha snickered when you spun around to glare through misty eyes, just about ready to throw in the towel and settle for your bed instead of a proper nest.

“Hey, whoa, don’t cry!” He cooed, dropping his duffel bag beside your bedroom door as he let himself in; kicking the door shut behind him. Long arms looped around you and you couldn’t resist whimpering into his chest, nuzzling into the embrace for comfort. His purr made your legs tremble; the smell of your want would have been humiliating at any other point in time.

“Tooru--” You keened as your thoughts began to grow foggy, and he ran his fingers through your hair, shushing you.

“I’ve got you, ‘mega,” Soft and sweet and self-assured-- his tone alone had you purring for him.

“Want help with your nest?” You nodded eagerly and he chuckled, squeezing you a bit tighter for a minute before stepping back far enough that you could look him in the eye.

The brown of his eyes was almost completely shrouded by his blown pupils and it gave you goosebumps; neither of you acknowledged the weird tension, though, and he started gathering your mess of nesting supplies.

* * *

School the next week was embarrassing. Your whole room stunk of Oikawa for the entirety of your heat, and the scent was clinging to you even after it was over. Even though he didn’t do anything.

Helped you make your nest, and scented some stuff for you. He was there until you’d started stripping -- shamelessly -- and then he’d made a hasty retreat and part of you was absolutely humiliated. The rejection had made your heat particularly painful, even though you knew he hadn’t meant anything by it.

He never did.

“Feelin’ better?” Hanamaki teased, and you flinched, picking at the loose strings of your sweater.

“Uh. Yeah.” The dry response had all of the third years stiffening in alarm; you could see Iwaizumi glaring at Oikawa from the corner of your eye. Looking to save your friend from his teammates, you forced a grin and batted your eyes a bit.

"Just taking a while to bounce back, I guess! Don't worry, I'm good."

* * *

But of course they worried.

"Talk to her!" Iwaizumi was hissing somewhere behind you, and you rolled your eyes at the drama of it all. Your emotions were so raw, still; you were really hoping you weren't gonna snap at them for just trying to fix the situation. Thus, you tried your best to speed walk away from them, despite their long-ass strides.

"Y/N!" Oikawas voice gave you goosebumps, and you tried to shake off the urge to wait for him. Pretending you hadn't heard, you picked up your pace, now just about jogging to escape the incoming conversation.

"I know where you live, you dumby!" He called as you scampered to turn down a nearby alley, trying to recall the shortcut you'd only used a handful of times. Regardless, you finally came to a stop, realizing you could have this uncomfortable conversation in front of your parents, or in a dimly lit alley with some semblance of real privacy.

"What, Oikawa?" You demanded, pouting as he came to a halt across from you.

"Ouch, no "Tooru" or "Ru"?" He tried to tease you, and you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms across your chest. He rubbed the back of his neck, giving you a weak smile.

"Look, about last week--"

"I cannot express to you how much I don’t want to talk about this." You interrupted softly, already feeling anxious about whatever it was he was going to say.

"Well, we need to." He sighed, and you grew even more tense, if that was even possible.

"Fine." You grit your teeth, already preparing yourself for his rejection; you tried to contain the emotional outburst you could feel coming on.

"I'm sorry I left you like that, I just didn't want to… make things weird, y'know? We've been friends for so long, and--"

"Yes, 'Ru, yes, I get it. We're just friends, can I go now?" His pretty brown eyes widened as you bit out the words, and you could see the gears slowly turning in his head.

"... why are you upset?" Oikawa asked, voice soothing as he inched closer; you took a step back to keep some distance between the two of you.

"I'm not. I just don't need to get the "we're just friends" speech when I've been giving it to myself for fucking years, okay? I didn't expect anything from you, and there's no hard feelings. Goodnight." You tried not to spit it with all the pent up frustration you had, turning on your heel and leaving him there.

* * *

Courting an alpha like Oikawa was stupid.

You reiterated it to yourself over and over and over to yourself throughout the years. Even though you wanted to, like every other dumb omega and beta girl who'd laid eyes on him. You’d stepped aside for every girlfriend; kept your mouth shut with every confession. Never pressured him for anything more than he was willing to give you.

And yet.

School was so fucking awkward. You dodged the entire volleyball club for most of the week  before Iwaizumi got sick of it and cornered you in the hallway.

"I don't know how I could make it any clearer without just telling him I'm in love with him, alright? And I don't care if it makes me a coward, I just… I can't, okay?" You sighed, and he sighed, and then you went on dodging all your friends for another day before deciding to just stay home for a while.

Perks of being an omega.

* * *

Your bedroom door rattled the walls when it was flung open, and you let out a low whine of disapproval. Buried beneath the remains of your nest -- that still smelled deliciously of Oikawa -- you didn't even realize who it was who'd come into your space. Not until long limbs shuffled beneath your fortress of blankets and pillows, anyway.

"Y/N." Oikawas voice set your teeth on edge, making you flinch away as he laid beside you.

"Tooru." You murmured back, meeting his gaze beneath the blankets. His touch was almost reverent as he cupped your cheek, thumb tracing patterns just beneath your eye.

"Can I kiss you?" The question was almost inaudible over the sound of your own heartbeat.

"Only if it means something." The corner of his lips curled as he leaned forward and sealed his lips to yours.

* * *

"Alpha!" You whined, squirming as Oikawa pressed your hands to the mattress, fingers laced through yours as he chuckled against your neck.

"Shh, baby, I've got you." His hips ground against yours and you let out a keening moan. His teeth teased the tender scent glands on your neck and you came undone, earning yourself the rare growl from your boyfriend. Your alpha. Yours.

“Mine.” He sounded feral, barely managing to form words between his own growls and huffs; then, to your shock, he drew blood, biting down on your neck-- marking you-- and you whimpered, bowing into him.

“Yours.”

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SENTA QUE LÁ VEM HISTÓRIA DE FANFIC!

Olá, jovem cibernético!

Cara, se você  é fã de Fanfics já deve esta cansado de saber  que  Fanfics  são  histórias de ficção criadas por fãs de personagens ou história que já existem, mas sem  fins lucrativos. Leia o  artigo  O POTENCIAL DAS FANFICS BASEADAS NA NARRATIVA STAR WARS PARA A EDUCAÇÃO 

Viu ai? Muito legal né? 

E você, já criou alguma Fanfiction? Daquela série ou filme  que você não gostou nem um pouco do final. 

Existe uma galera que ama ❤😍❤😍 esse universo, na verdade existe várias camadas de multiverssos de fanfic . Se você ainda não mergulhor tá mais do que na hora.

E esse negócio de misturar quem períodos com quem consome não para por aí não! Veja que nos realitys a maior graça nem é mais o programa em si mais a zoeira que a galera faz fora das casas... e o spoiler ☠ (tem gente que é profissional nisso e "revira o lixo" das tvs para encontrar pistas). 🤯

Numa edição do Big Brother nos Estados Unidos jogaram bolas de tênis com mensagens para os participantes por cima dos muros, imagine a treta!!!

Mas uma das coisas mais TOPS são os Crosouvers, imagine misturar Harry Potter com Senhor dos Anéis e Star Wars com Guardiões da Galáxia, pois é tudo é permitido nesse universo.

E quando mistura cultura POP, Internet, tv, livros, HQs, Fanfics, etc, temos a transmidia, ideia que Henry Jenkins desenvolve dentro dessa Cultura da Convergência. Ele manja muito disso e até escreveu um 📖 sobre.

E você, que tal usar esse 📱não só pra consumir, mas para escrever sobre o que você gosta?! Vai, começa agora sugerindo um The End melhor pro nosso Blog ✒✒✒

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🌹do u have anything for haikyuu?

Sure! Since I haven’t talked hq in a while, here’s a page 🙊

(punisher!Iwa/reader, coming home)

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Ah!! Sorry I almost missed this one! 😖

(Hanamaki/reader, please be mine)

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(vampire!kuroo/sorceress!reader, anxious wide awake)

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Hunter!Iwaizumi Hajime x Demon!Reader

rating: SFW content tags: Supernatural!AU, Monsters!AU, Reincarnation, Star-crossed Lovers, Hints of Rivals to Lovers, He remembers nothing, You remember everything word count: 1,100 a/n: This is a snippet of a story I may never actually get to. It's set in the same universe as Tear Into Your Soul (mind the warnings). Partially inspired by this art by Jenna Barton

In the distance, he can clearly make out the wolf’s silhouette, similar in size to the mountains she guards. Regardless of what Oikawa may say, she’s phenomenal, something Iwaizumi can only imagine to be created by the divine and not the damned. This world of theirs is scoured by demons and monsters, vastly outnumbering the humans that have thus far survived this hellscape. Even still, he doesn’t believe that all monsters are spawned by evil.

Maybe it’s as Oikawa says and his unwillingness to kill you is at the heart of it, but he’s learning that not all is as it appears, that not all that looks evil is. Hell, there’s probably truth to Oikawa’s belief—even if Iwaizumi’s apparently going soft, it’s you who first showed him what he’s now discovering. The wolf turns her head, scanning the horizon for threats and he’s struck by the distinct feeling that he’s intruding upon something sacred.

“Be careful.”

It should startle him, should have him on his guard, but your voice produces the opposite effect. He doesn’t need to turn to know that you’re incorporeal right now, nor does he need to ask to know what you mean. 

The woods are teeming with predators, all desperate for their next meal. Some are mindless, driven by instinct and the base need to survive, but there are those who are malicious and intentional, cherishing the opportunity to torment their prey. He’s well-equipped to deal with most of them, but he knows there are those who would leap at the opportunity to devour him. Oikawa would argue that you are one of them.

“You won’t protect me?”

There’s a soft snap of twigs behind him, the slight rustling of leaves telling him you’re finally here. “There’s only so much I can protect you from,” you say once you’re right behind him. You carry on without acknowledgment of the shivers you send up his spine, though he knows you’re aware of them. “Besides, I was under the impression you didn’t want my protection.”

He’s not so sure anymore. Without a doubt, you’ll be there should harm ever befall him. You’ve never told him as much, never indicated anything of the sort after your initial meeting, but he knows it with every fiber of his being. If you asked him when he was younger, he would’ve been terrified by the prospect of a demon being there for him, but…

There’s something that soothes his soul, something that eases his anxieties, simply knowing that you exist. Something snapped into place, forcing him to acknowledge that his life without you was incomplete. It terrifies him to the bone just as much as it calms the raging storm that dominates his entire existence.

“Were you waiting for me to be alone, or were you wandering this same forest?”

You step into the peripheral, reminding him of those days when he would see a shadow in the corner of his eye and turn to find nothing. Sometimes you’re like smoke where you’re almost completely intangible, impossible to hold, this only supported by the fact that your true demonic form is obscured by the thick waves of smoke that undulate around you. Other times, you’re painfully real, your presence carrying so much weight it’s impossible to miss, impossible to ignore the way he’s pulled toward you like the moon is its planet. Even if you seem to be little more than a blurry figure at the edges of his line of sight, he can feel you step into place beside him, as sure that you’re real as he is that he’s breathing.

“Are you trying to suggest that this was a coincidence?”

“That’s assuming they exist—”

“They don’t. Nothing is a coincidence and nothing happens by chance,” you say, voice unnaturally cold. “If you allow yourself to believe that there isn’t an actor pulling the strings somewhere, you’ll wind up dead. Again.”

“Again?” he asks, turning to properly face you. You don’t look at him, eyes still ahead though he’s not sure whether you’re seeing what’s in front of you.

You don’t remember, do you?

The words from your first meeting ring in his head and there hasn’t been a time before now that he’s wanted so badly to know what you meant.

“What won’t you tell me?”

“Telling you won’t change anything.”

Grey smoke gathers at your fingertips as it does when you become agitated, though he finds no other trace of agitation on your features. An unusual breeze sweeps through the trees, dragging your smoke with it, leaving you both to watch the unnatural way it moves, circling around you both before blowing in the direction of the wolf.

With it comes a shift in your emotions—that he can sense it is worrying enough. An incredible, soul-crushing sadness swallows you before him and he’s struck by the sheer age of it, by the acute familiarity that comes with it. You two aren’t particularly close, but he feels as though you two have been here a thousand times before and that you two will be here a thousand times more. 

He doesn’t love you, but he feels it in his bones—loving you is an inescapable and immutable reality that awaits him.

Something shifts in the distance, something that sends shivers down his spine and screams danger. The collective breath of the forest is held as the wolf stands, all life waiting for her next move. Her shadow covers nearly the entirety of the hill before her, and he’s frozen in place as she turns, the hollowness of her white eyes sharpening as they settle on him.

There’s but a moment’s notice before he’s engulfed in your smoke, in the thick scent of cypress with the barest disruption of something floral. Everything tightens and it becomes difficult to breathe as he’s caught in stasis until he’s certain the ground beneath his feet is different than it was before. He should be alarmed, should feel angered, but the proximity of you makes that impossible. Your smoke starts to clear and he recognizes this place as on the other side of the mountain, somewhere closer to the settlement, somewhere that puts you in danger. 

“Don’t die this time, Hajime.”

A whisper, carried on the wind, much more natural than the last. He knows that you’re gone, but his feet carry him forward regardless, body searching for you of its own volition until he stops before a bush much taller than he, much older than the surrounding vegetation. 

Before his eyes blooms a single red camellia and the flash of lives he once knew.

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regarding the wip game: might i ask you about (myth) kuroo - this tree this bed OvO?

Ah, yeah, that one! I need to return to it.

I wanted to do a Haikyuu!! Trojan War!AU and I'd like to finish it. This Tree, This Bed is for Odysseus!Kuroo and Penelope!Reader. It ties into another piece of mine (the Oikawa one) and I wanted to release them in time with the events of the story.

Part II would cover some of Odysseus' plots to end the war and the start of his return home before finishing with Reader POV of home.

Part III would feature his long awaited return and, ah, the conflict with the suitors.

In all honesty, I might forgo the original release plan (that schedule is already out the window) and release them separately.

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WOW ok this WIP tag game is SPOILING us. I mean, do I pick something that you've already given us taste of, or do I pick something new? THE CHOICES! I guess I will have to follow my heart, and pick my best boys, and you can choose which ones/how many of them you'd like to respond to:

kuroo (vamp) - anxious wide awake kazuya - bittersweet lotus leaf tetsu - don't make me wait

ahahahaha I have an annoyingly long list of WIPs and the real task is wrangling them all and making sure I don't feed too many others when they crop up.

I can do a bit of each, though BLL will receive more attention because, well. You'll see. I changed my mind because there's so much to talk about that I'll never shut up.

Anxious, Wide Awake was something I wanted to do for a 2021 Halloween thing featuring creepier and darker stories, so more of a vampire in the horror and monstrous sense than necessarily pop culturally speaking? I wanted it to feature a sorceress!reader saving Kuroo from falling too deep into monstrosity and passing the point of no return.

Don't Make Me Wait is an idea that I've been playing with (and still am uncertain about continuing) wherein Tetsu and reader are friends and he develops feelings. Tetsu, being Tetsu, confesses to her, but does so without necessarily expecting anything—he tells her how he feels okay with whatever answer she gives. The answer she gives is "Give me time," and he waits, satisfied with being by her side. It's a bit too close in plot to Cross This Boundary and Wanna Run With You, so I set it down for now.

Bittersweet Lotus Leaf, however, is an epic. I'm approaching this almost with the intent of making this my magnum opus. It's a three act fantasy story (the one featuring my reluctant fave, prince!Mei), complete with world building, religion building, political systems, etc. etc. It's massive and it was a tiny little "Ha Ha" idea that my brain came up with while going to sleep.

Here's a single portion of my many, many notes:

Prince!Kazuya who can’t stop thinking about his first kiss with knight!reader but he doesn’t know how to talk to her about it (or how to express that he wants more) so one day she’s talking to him as they set up camp and as Mei goes to hunt (he kept complaining that the rabbits Kazuya were catching were too small but that’s just the rabbits in the area) and he can’t stop staring at her lips as she talks. By the time she notices, he’s stopped working altogether and he’s leaning in just a bit and the last thing she hears is what she had told him: “forgive me.” And he kisses her very softly and very experimentally and he’s so pleased when she starts kissing him back until they hear a thump of rabbits falling and a fake gag from Mei.

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Works in Progress

⇢ These are comprised of new and ongoing projejcts, all of which are under rotation depending on motivation and inspiration. ⇢ Feel free to ask about any WIP, including "behind the scenes" info or a random line (🌹) ⇢ Though Fics for Gaza are no longer active, I will still be honoring my Sponsor a WIP. If you're interested in contributing, I will still accept proof of donation for writing.

* = Ongoing Series ** = Partially Published, subject to rewrite

Daiya no Ace

The Catcher's Accomplice ⇢ MLB!Miyuki Kazuya/Interpreter!Reader

His Name* ⇢ Miyuki Kazuya/Reader

Promises We Exchanged* ⇢ Childhood BFF!Miyuki Kazuya/Reader

Bittersweet Lotus Leaf ⇢ Prince!Miyuki Kazuya/Knight!Reader

Wanna Run with You ⇢ Uni!Yuuki Tetsuya/Reader

Play with Me ⇢ NPB!Kuramochi Youichi/Bassist!Reader

not a stranger* ⇢ Younger Brother's Best Friend!Sawamura Eijun/Reader

Haikyuu!!

Maker of Myths* ⇢ Paris!Oikawa Tooru/Helen!Reader/Menelaus!Ushijima Wakatoshi

This Tree, This Bed* ⇢ Odysseus!Kuroo/Penelope!Reader

Half My Soul ⇢ Achilles!Bokuto Koutarou/Patroclus!Akaashi Keiji

Calling Out Her Name ⇢ Aeneas!Iwaizumi Hajime/Creusa!Reader

Always You* ⇢ Reincarnated!Iwaizumi Hajime/Fallen Angel!Reader

Liminal Spaces ⇢ UCI!Iwaizumi Hajime/Reader

Rosebuds & Black Currant ⇢ Futakuchi Kenji/Florist!Reader

Attack on Titan

For You, in the Future** ⇢ Bertolt Hoover/Reader, Levi Ackerman/Reader

Rapture for the Sinners** ⇢ Erwin Smith/Reader, Levi Ackerman/Reader

Challenging Providence ⇢ Erwin Smith/Reader, Soulmate!Levi Ackerman/Reader

My Hero Academia

Set You Free ⇢ Pre-Canon!Aizawa Shouta/Mangaka!Reader

Final Fantasy XVI

Emblazoned on My Heart ⇢ Joshua Rosfield/Reader

Fields of Mistria

Red ⇢ March/Farmer

Wind Breaker

Hanakotoba ⇢ Sakura Haruka/Florist!Reader

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13 August 2019 | 22:27

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Iwaizumi Hajime x F!Reader

content tags: domesticity, mentions of alcohol, iwa calls reader "pretty girl," iwa casually proposes

It rained earlier and the smell of damp concrete and asphalt still lingers in the air. This part of the city is relatively calm and the atmosphere tranquil and it’s quiet enough that Iwaizumi immediately catches the small sound of the sliding door opening.

You wrap your arms around him from behind, embracing his back, humming when he takes your hands, giving them light kisses before returning them to their original position.

“You’re up late,” you comment lightly, pressing a light kiss to his shoulder. “Any special reason?”

“I wanted to see you, pretty girl. I have some news for you.”

“Oh, yeah?”

He snickers, remembering that guy with the rooster hair from the JVA that he had spoken with earlier in the day. “I got the job.”

“You got the job?!”

“I got the job,” he confirms with a wide smile, turning in your grip to face you. Your smile is just as wide as his, eyes shining with pride and love.

“That’s fantastic! We should celebrate!”

“Celebrate?” he asks, watching as you remove yourself from his arms to dance through the apartment, making your way to the fridge.

“Yeah! It’s not every day that a piece of your future falls into place, y’know?”

He follows you inside, watching with mirth as you continue to babble excitedly, opening a beer for you both to share.

This. This is what he wanted. An opportunity to work with people passionate about their sport, to help keep them at their best while ensuring their safety. An opportunity to live with you in Tokyo as you continue pursuing a career in sports medicine.

“Hajime?” you ask, making him realize he missed the last minute or so of your rambling. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah. It is. I, uh, there’s something that’s been on my mind,” he admits, taking the beer from you, steeling himself for what he’s about to do. You watch him with a soft expression, ready to listen to whatever comes out of his mouth.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Marry me.”

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19 March 2011 | 10:24

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The gymnasium is loud with cheers for Seijoh after their match against Ogi Nishi. Oikawa waves to his adoring fangirls, vying for his attention from the spectator’s seats. Just as Iwaizumi is about to hit Oikawa and prevent his head from getting any bigger, he catches sight of you.

You’re staring with mild intrigue, not at Oikawa, but at Iwaizumi. He feels his face heat up at the attention, unused to receiving any when Oikawa’s around. You smile before Seijoh clears the court for the following team. He shakes it off, figuring he’s never going to see you again, not when the following team is Shiratorizawa, not when there are other people to look at.

But he’s wrong.

As they make their way to watch their next opponent, waiting for the next match, you approach. Matsukawa and Hanamaki both point you out, suggesting that you’re one of Oikawa’s fangirls, trying to catch the setter when he’s free from female attention, but Iwaizumi knows better.

You ignore Oikawa’s charm, ignore both Matsukawa and Hanamaki, ignore everyone who isn’t Iwaizumi. Pulling out a notebook, you scribble your number and your name before tearing out that page, folding it in half, and passing it to Iwaizumi.

“Good luck,” you wish him as you leave them, walking towards your team, waiting for you just around the corner.

He looks over that folded piece of paper so much that he has your number memorized before the next match starts.

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16 September 2012 | 01:02

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Iwaizumi Hajime x Reader

content tags: pre-relationship, mentions of vomit, resurfacing memories for the author word count: 500-ish

You’ve been texting him nonstop, miserable during your friend’s birthday celebration. Some event in Tokyo that accepts 18-year-old guests, something that has your friends dancing, disappearing into the crowd if you take your eyes off them for too long.

He’s stayed up the entire time, worry eating at him despite your constant updates. You send pictures to accompany the texts, showing off your outfit, the venue, the city. In the ones that feature you, there’s often an edge to your smile, the sparkle in your eye absent. The reaction shots you send him are genuine, featuring a smile that he wants to think is just for him.

The last time you texted him, however, was almost twenty minutes ago. His anxiety is through the roof, interrupted by a phone call.

“Iwa-chan?”

He immediately goes to worse-case-scenario when he hears how small your voice sounds, thinking that you’re hurt and six hours away.

“Iwa-chan? Are you there?”

“I’m here. Are you okay?”

The event is loud, still raging in the background, even at this time. It’s hard to tell if you’re sniffling or if he’s imagining things, projecting his fears on you.

“Ah… I’m fine, physically. Just… a little emotionally exhausted. I’m heading back to the hotel by myself right now and I just really want to hear your voice.”

“What’s going on? Where are your friends?”

“They’re still out. I have the keys, but I’m not trying to stay out with vomit on my pants.”

“I’m sorry—what?”

“Yeah. I went to the bathroom and some girl was sobbing and obviously drunk. When I tried to slip past her, she blew chunks. All over my leg.”

“That… sounds awful,” he says, a relieved chuckle leaving him.

“It is.” He can almost hear your pout, almost see the way it’s set on your lips. “Agh. Remind me why I agreed to come out with them?”

“Because you’re a pushover?”

“Hey! I am not! I’m just nicer to my friends than you are yours!”

“I’m nice to you, aren’t I?” Though that may be unrelated.

“Tch. I guess.”

“You guess?” he teases. “I could hang up and let you walk back to the hotel by yourself.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” he agrees with a chuckle. “How’s the city otherwise?”

“It’s… nice. Busy. Maybe if the circumstances were different, I’d enjoy it more.”

“Don’t you visit each summer for that training camp?”

“Ah, not really. It’s the suburbs, not the city. The weather’s a little nicer, but I might as well still be in Miyagi if not for the better teams.”

The sound of the city disappears, indicating that you must be inside the hotel. He hears the soft chime of the elevator and assumes that you’re keeping silent to avoid your voice carrying.

“I’m here,” you confirm. “Do you… never mind.”

“No. What is it?”

You sigh, sounding unsure, but relent. “I was going to ask if you would mind allowing me to shower before I called you back. But it’s late. You should be asleep.”

“It’s fine. I don’t mind.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Whatever you need.”

You’re silent, appreciating his words, before giving him a heartfelt, “Thank you, Hajime.” Your small token of gratitude has managed to steal the breath from his lungs, managed to fill his heart, managed to wake him up. Ten minutes later, you call again, talking about everything and nothing until you fall asleep on him.

He starts to toy with the idea of properly asking you out when you mumble something similar in your sleep.

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7 November 2013 | 16:20

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He’s running late—really late. He should have called you two hours ago but he got caught in a meeting with his academic advisor regarding his plans for UC Irvine. It’s well past midnight in California, but your hours have been all over the place with your academic schedule.

Shooting you a text, he hopes you’re asleep, hopes that you’re taking care of yourself. That doesn’t stop the wave of relief from flooding his being when you text back, telling him to call you.

“Hajime〜,” you whine as soon as the call goes through. “If I have to write one more essay on Machiavelli, I might die.”

“Machiavelli? Why do you have to study political theory if you’re pre-med?”

“Stupid UCLA and their degree requirements.” Your pout is apparent, even from over 8,800 kilometers away. He hears the exhaustion and exasperation in your tone, but he hears the happiness, too.

“Well, you’re smart enough that I’m sure you’ll be done soon.”

“Thanks, Haji,” you chirp.

“You wanna tell me what you’re still doing up? It’s midnight, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but I miss hearing your voice.” It’s a small admission, one that doesn’t fail to make him smile. “Oh! And I was able to get in contact with Utsui’s assistant. I know you look up to him.”

“Really? That’s so cool! Wait—why were you reaching out?”

“There’s a physical therapy course that he’s offering in the winter and I need instructor permission before my advisor will agree to me taking a course from another UC. I really hope I get the chance to work with him while I'm here.”

He still hasn’t told you that he plans on going to Irvine to study under Utsui, that he’ll be joining you in Southern California. Honestly? He wants it to be a surprise. He listens to you tell him about your day, talking about everything and nothing, stays on the phone with you until he hears nothing but soft snores.

Before he discontinues the call, he hears you mumble, "My Haji."

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