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'tis the damn season

features: hajime iwaizumi x gn!reader (no pronouns used, written in 2nd person)

submission for: @woahsamu’s  “It's Always Been You” Collab  | song: ’tis the damn season - taylor swift | type of writing: oneshot | trope: slice of life, exes to lovers | wc: 2530

summary: when you come back to japan for the holiday season, while walking along the sidewalk enjoying the snow, a chance encounter with your ex reminds you how much you miss and still love him.

content warnings: partial haikyuu timeskip spoilers, suggestive themes, hurt/comfort, talks of the breakup, talks of commitment-phobia, the reader's being called baby, love

beta reading: @mxonigirimiya @portfolio-of-dreams @mrskenmakozume (ily all thank you so much <333) | networks: @hanayanetwork @tokyometronetwork

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a/n: when i first chartered my list of fics i was going to write for tumblr, i had a fleeting idea for this song along with iwa, and when the collab came into existence, i knew what i had to do: bring the idea to fruition. taylor swift's one of my favs (y'all know this lol), so it's no surprise that my writing's based on one of her songs. plus, I thought of creating a moodboard instead of the usual banner. also, this is based on a two-year relationship i'd had with my ex in uni before i left for the states and he decided to stay in india and prepare for civil services exam. as always, likes, reblogs, and comments, especially reblogs are appreciated.

It had been a cold, chilly winter in Miyagi. The temperatures were almost unbearable. Taking a deep breath, you rubbed both of your mitten-covered hands together while blowing a warm breath in between them. While listening to calming music with your hands in your pockets, you walked along the sidewalk enjoying the snow. Suddenly, you paused along the tracks and took out your earphones, when you recognized a familiar face. One that you know all too well. While his familiar dark brown spiky hair was covered by a dark green beanie with dinosaurs on it, your gaze caught the man's olive-green irises. You took a step back in surprise, your breath caught in your throat, placing one hand on your chest as you realized who it was.

A soft smile spread across his face as he walked toward you. At that moment, you closed your eyes and took deep breaths as you tried to conceal your flushed cheeks, with all the memories you two shared flashing through your mind. From making fun of his best friend, Tooru Oikawa, to pranking the pranksters of Aoba Johsai, Matsukawa and Hanamaki, to going out on different dates: for coffee, for movies, for volleyball matches, for karaoke. The way you used to text each other, passing around secret notes, exchanging love letters, having clandestine encounters in the corridors, everything. He was your first kiss, your first love, and the one to whom you chose to lose your virginity, and as they say, “you never forget your first love.” You also felt a tug on your chest as you remembered the day you broke up with him. 

You had seen many long-distance relationships break, and while you were amazed at how your parents could manage when they were apart for so long, with your father being in the merchant navy, nevertheless, you were scared that you would end up in the same situation. As a result, you dropped the bomb on Hajime Iwaizumi and told him why you had to end the relationship when he revealed that he was moving to the United States to study sports sciences and eventually work for a person he looked up to, Utsui Takashi. The truth is, you loved him too much to let him go. You loved the way he stood by your side whenever things weren’t going so well. You loved being engulfed in his embraces, and more so, you loved being lost in his kisses, every touch of his sending shivers down your spine. You knew he always treated you right; you especially experienced it, but you were afraid your relationship wouldn’t stand the test of time. In addition, he could see there was something wrong with you from miles away, but he never knew what it was until you revealed it to him.

When he heard what you felt, he was very upfront with you, albeit his gaze at you was laced with melancholy. “You know, baby,” he responded, with his shoulders drooping, “I’m actually hurt that you would think that our relationship would fade away as we meet different people, because trust me, what you and I have, I don’t think I can ever have that with anyone. However,” he reached out for both of your hands and held them, saying, “I’ll always be grateful for the memories we had together. I strongly believe that we’ll still find a way to each other, no matter what.” He then cupped your cheeks and planted a farewell kiss before leaving your house, concluding, “That’s because it’s always been you, my love. Always and forever.”

As you opened your eyes, you noticed him standing in front of you. He always had a great sense of fashion, wearing a pair of dark blue jeans with an oversized dark blue denim jacket over a grey hoodie. He was known to make things look good on him. He smiled at you, ever so softly, with his gaze never leaving yours. Unbeknownst to you, a warm smile crept upon your face, as you muttered your first word to him in years: “hey.” He also replied with a single word: “hey,” as you two stopped talking for a while, oddly finding comfort in the silence you two were sharing. You tilted your head and asked him, “It’s been a hot minute, Iwaizumi. When did you come back?” He let out a small chuckle, responding, “You know that you can still call me Hajime, right? I came back a couple of days ago for the holidays. I’ll be here until the second week of January.” Nodding, you weren’t sure as to how you could continue the conversation until an idea popped up in your head. “So, um,” you hesitated, before continuing, “Let’s walk together, to Sakanoshita and get some pork buns. What do you think?” He grinned at you, responding, “I thought you’d never ask.”

The walk to the store was not a silent one; instead, you two handled small talk well. You learned that Hajime was about to complete his senior year in undergrad in sports sciences and will be interning under Utsui Takashi, his role model, after college. He then reveals that Takashi turned out to be the father of his and Tooru Oikawa’s high school nemesis: Wakatoshi Ushijima. You both shared a light-hearted chuckle as he continued, saying that after the internship was over, he intended to work as a full-time athletic trainer and that he was attempting to become the trainer for the Japan National Volleyball Team for the upcoming Tokyo Olympics. For some reason, this gave you a glimmer of hope. 

As you two bought a couple of pork buns from Keishin, nodding at both of you before leaving the store, he was about to ask you whether you were currently seeing anybody when you interrupted him by telling him that you were pursuing your final year in your college studies in Tokyo with Tetsuro Kuroo, an alumnus of Nekoma High School, and you were set to work alongside him in the Japanese Volleyball Association. While his enthusiasm seemed to have died a little bit, thinking that you were probably seeing the former Nekoma captain, you then cleared your throat and confessed to him, something that he found oddly assuring.

“I don’t know where you stand, relationship-wise, but you were right, Hajime. I dated other guys, not Kuroo, because I told him about you, and we just became friends, but I dated other guys, and they weren’t you. They could never be you.”

As he held your hands in silence, a single tear drop streamed down his cold cheeks as he smiled in response to your confession. While you were confused as to what that meant, he asked you in a soft voice, “Do you still stay with your parents, or did you get an apartment of your own?” With a tint of blush hitting your cheeks, you nodded, replying, “I do stay on my own in Tokyo, but here I stay with my parents. However, they’ve gone to Bangkok to visit my relatives, and I told them that I'd be joining them soon, so until then, I live alone. Did you want to come over and spend some time?” He shook his head in denial, replying, “Not until you truly are ready to be with me again.”

Furrowing your eyebrows at him, he continued, “If I do end up coming over, the good memories will return, and I'll want you to commit to me. There’s no middle ground anymore, (y/n). It’s either we get back together, or we stay as acquaintances.” You were taken aback at his confidence. For a moment, you pondered and realized that he had never stopped having feelings for you. Respecting his opinion, you nodded, and suddenly, an idea popped into your head. “So,” you said, “I’ll not be here for long. Maybe a week or so. Until then, would it be okay if we hung out at your place with Mattsun and Makki, and during that time, we can see whether the feelings still exist, and we can, um, give it a go.” Smiling, he nodded in agreement. “Alright, seems fair. We can do that.”

He then called Mattsun and Makki and urged them to come to his house with a couple of board games and to set up video cameras to surprise someone that was coming home after a while. As you two ate your now lukewarm pork buns while walking to Hajime’s house, you started talking about the crazy moments that happened to the both of you while you were away working on your goals. Upon reaching the house, your memories come back as to how you met him in the first place. You then opened the door to find the boys shocked that you had come back, and as you looked at the video camera to their right that caught their expressions, you and Hajime laughed at them, much to their chagrin.

As the days went by, you four hung out often at Hajime’s house, playing different kinds of board games,exercising, watching movies, and catching up with each other. You would even video call Oikawa to surprise him, and he’d whine with a pouty face, “Why am I not there now?” to which you’d reply, “because someone chose to fly to exotic places over us,” with the rest of you cackling and laughing at the milkbread-loving setter. What was seemingly oblivious to Mattsun and Makki was that there were stolen glances exchanged between the both of you, you found your hands brushing against each other often, and you would mistake other people’s names for each other. One day, someone had dropped cutlery, and while you’d kneeled to pick some spoons and forks up, you noticed Iwaizumi kneeling to pick up the same, causing your faces to be a couple of centimeters apart, and as you two realized that the tension between you was so strong that you could use a knife to cut through it, you gulped a little bit of air down your throat.

The day before you were about to leave for Bangkok, you called him and started cajoling him, “Hajime, I need to talk to you. Would you be able to come over, please?” Exhaling a deep breath, he replied, “Okay, fine. I’m on my way.” You were pacing around the living room for fifteen minutes, confused as to why you were feeling this way until the doorbell rang and you rushed to open the door. When you unlocked the door, Hajime was standing on the front porch, shivering. His hands were in the muff of the dark blue hoodie, with his hood down so that you could see him clearly. His hair was disheveled as if he had run his hands through it one too many times. You let him in, a panting mess, looking as if he had just been jogging in the chilly weather. As you two sat on the warm couch near the fireplace, you knelt down. 

This time you were the one holding his hands, causing him to widen his eyes. “Hajime, when I told you that all those people that I dated could never be you, I meant it. Sure, I was commitment-phobic as hell, and you know that, and I was scared that that would disturb our relationship should we go long-distance, because I’d be doubting you constantly, be jealous, and have all kinds of negativity in my head, but the truth is, I love you, Hajime. I always have, and I want you to be my boyfriend, and me to be your partner. I want to go ahead and fully commit myself to you, come what may. Always and forever, right?” 

Smiling at you, he then cupped your cheeks, brought your face forward, and kissed you on your lips. No sooner did that happen than you enveloped yourselves in a deep kiss, eventually causing the two of you to peel the clothes off each other’s bodies. Every touch, every kiss, every action had the power to convey how much you still loved each other at this very moment more than words ever could. 

An hour had passed since you two made love after four years, and you had wrapped yourselves in a blanket, sipping on some hot chocolate in front of the fireplace, nuzzling against each other. Suddenly, either one of the phones buzzes as Hajime kisses your forehead as he goes to the strewn pile of clothes and not only gets out his phone, which just had his alarm ringing, but also a small box. As you narrowed your vision to the small box, a number of thoughts spawned in your head. “Wait, is he asking me to marry him already?” You think to yourself. “Isn’t that too soon?” However, as Hajime brings the box to you and opens it, it didn’t seem like an expensive diamond ring, but it was one of those even more expensive platinum bands that must have been bought from a jeweler’s shop.

He then tells you, “(y/n), I’ve been aware of your fear of commitment ever since your cousin had a messy divorce, and your best friend’s eleven-year old relationship ended. When you broke up with me, while I was sad and heartbroken and you were citing your inability to commit, I imagined something: that years later, you'd tell me that you wanted to commit to me, and whenever you did so, I’d give you this ring. It’s not an engagement ring, it’s a promise ring. With this, baby,” He slides the ring onto your left ring finger and says, “I promise to love you and cherish you whenever you’re ready to take the next steps in the relationship, and I promise to walk alongside you, because baby,” he then holds both of your hands while saying, "There wasn’t anyone else in my life that I dated other than you, especially when I went to the States because I couldn't imagine anyone else but you by my side. It was always you, (y/n). Always and forever.” 

Tears streamed down your cheeks as your gaze met with his. You then cupped his cheeks and kissed him on the lips, with both of your “I love you”s reverberating throughout the whole house. The next day, the quarter of the Seijoh 4 helped you pack your bags, and Hajime drove you to the airport. As he stopped in front of the airport, he saw you twiddling your thumbs while subconsciously biting your lower lip. He took one hand and intertwined his fingers with yours as you turned in his direction. He smiled at you, saying, “I promise you, love, this is not the end of us. In fact, it’s just the beginning.” Both of you were then engulfed in a warm embrace for what felt like an eternity. As you got out of the car and got your belongings, you then gave Hajime a kiss before leaving for Bangkok. If you learned anything from this trip, it was that ‘tis the damn season’s fault for bringing you two back together, because that kiss wouldn’t certainly be the last.

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Working on my weaknesses which include sexy and Daichi

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ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ • ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ ᴛᴏ̄ʀᴜ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ. You loved him so much, but sometimes that just wasn’t enough. And that was okay.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ. Oikawa Tōru x Gender Neutral Reader

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs. Angst. Just sadness

ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ. Haikyuu!

does oikawa love? yes- does he reprioritise? no! and that’s sad for the ppl around him but also ok. does anyone even think oikawa has romantic feelings anymore? i doubt it but nevermind, i love him and the king energy~

“So, I guess that’s that then, huh?”

You knew it was coming. There was absolutely no chance in hell that Tōru would’ve ever considered staying, and anybody who knew him was aware of that. He was a diamond in the rough, lacking in polishing that, despite his best efforts, he couldn’t quite achieve his goals in Japan.

But that didn’t make it hurt any less.

In a way, you were grateful that he felt it was important enough to tell you when he was going. Tōru’s not exactly known for having any kind of awareness for those around him off court, and though smart and emotionally aware, he rarely thought to consider those around him outside of the context of Volleyball.

Oikawa Tōru was an enigma, with his head in the clouds and hand reaching for the stars; you were the earth, the stability and the ground that softened his landing when he slipped and fell each time.

You knew that even before you fell in love with him.

You were steady and solid, unmoving; you were safety, grounding, understanding and empathy. He was ambition, determination, a hint of mania and a hurricane, desperate to foster his talent and prove his worth. His losses did nothing but fuel his fire and steel his resolve against anyone and anything standing in his way. And whilst you were never one blocking his path, standing steadily on the sidelines with snacks and a sign cheering him and Iwaizumi on, you didn’t- couldn’t- run alongside him.

And as he took steps towards you, crushing the pieces of your shattered heart as he did so, you smiled at him. A watery smile, sure, but you meant it nonetheless, and he couldn’t help the small one he gave you in return, his hand coming up to brush his thumb on your cheek as he admired your features. You were so proud of him, truly; your hands, mindlessly, reached out to grasp his neck and you pulled him towards you, hugging him harder than you ever had before. Tōru’s breath wooshed out of him, all tension releasing from him as it usually did in your embrace and he buried his head in the crook of your neck, returning your affections just as tightly.

“Make sure you call if you do come back, okay?” you said shakily, rubbing soothing circles into his back as memories of the two of you flashed through your memory. “I’ll be waiting for you to win.”

The silence was heavy between you both, but comfortable as you enjoyed each other’s presence, more than likely one of the last times before he set off for Argentina. Really, Tōru was excited that he could get back to volleyball immediately graduation considering his extended break from volleyball in his third year after their premature loss. But it meant less time with you, with Iwa-chan; with the few people he did actually give a bit of a damn about in Japan. And he was, though he’d never admit it out loud, a little heartbroken as well.

“Yeah,” he mumbled into your neck, pressing his nose in further and inhaling your scent in some needless attempt to imprint it into his memory, even though there was absolutely no way he would ever stop associating peach and pink pepper with you. “Of course, __.”

Words hung silently in the air between you as emotion crackled like wildfire under both of your skin. You had told him before, so many times that you loved him, because you were best friends and it was just a given that you loved each other, through everything you did. Those words hung on the tip of your tongue as you tried to keep your grip from constricting him just a bit too tightly, because you knew part of loving him meant supporting him how he needed you to - and he needed you to let him fly.

“I’ll miss you,” was what you managed, because you couldn’t bring yourself to - potentially - make him feel bad in any way about going. Did you matter, in the grand scheme of the dream he was shooting for? Yes, and your contributions and support to his journey would forever be a part of him.

But you didn’t matter enough for him to stay, and that was okay.

You vaguely registered his response as you, finally, closed your eyes tight in an effort to force your tears back. “I’ll miss you too,” he’d mumbled. “Having you there to cheer me on.”

You loved him so much, and he loved you so much. You fed him, hydrated him, tended to his wounds, made sure he looked after himself so he didn’t have to. You were best friends, destined to be star-crossed because it was better this way, to love each other wholly and purely, with hearts broken lovingly instead of having a taste of what your lives would’ve been if he was a little less ambitious - or you a little more so - and having it torn away from you both.

“I will always be cheering you on,” you said firmly, tangling your hand in the roots of his hair in a slightly reprimand and loving affection to get the message across fully. You felt him nod into your collarbone and you relaxed slightly, playing with his hair as your mind drifted.

Your heart hurt, and you would later hope and pray that someone would take it from you s because it wouldn’t feel the same with him gone. But moments are precious so you pushed your thoughts away the best you could and basked in the warmth and comfort of his scent for just a little longer. You loved each other quietly, scared to let go, as the sunset came upon you both.

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Hinakage Mr.&Mr.Smith AU

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Adlers as Marley warriors

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Hoshihina in highschool and v league

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Summer Kiss😘🍃

is it summer? idk tropical climate is like 80% summer the rest is ?? Anyway itakugi is cute, like sweet/sunshine + angry/gremlin is like my fave trope ship😂

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this is what bakumomo looks like in my head, i love it.

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Some of my favorite Hinata moments in manga

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rip megumi

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smoke talk

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Still beautiful

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itakugi sketch I don’t feel like fully rendering; planned scene from my WIP fic

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JJK SPOILERS

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So Yuta, went back on his promise to Maki about destroying the Zen’in clan to work w Naoya, is Gojo’s student yet became a puppet for the elders, was in a very similar situation to what Yuji is going through and should understand/sympathize w him, wants to protect his friends yet breaks the promises he made to them/is going after his friends friend

All because Inumaki – the most one dimensional character with no character depth yet, no backstory, no importance besides cursed speech and being friends w the mc’s – lost his fucking arm

Man acting like Inumaki died, shits not gonna affect his cursed speech, it’s not gonna hinder him in combat since he was never a hand to hand person anyway, yes it’s gonna hurt his mental state and he’ll have repercussions but Inumaki will live and be ok, Yuta overreacting by ten times

To top it off he wasn’t there, whatever information he got about Inumaki’s arm is through the elders and y’all know them bitches stay lying. Fact Yuta isn’t skeptical shows he’s a naive kid who really just needs someone to follow because they give him validation to feel important

What I’m saying is, all of what I said is true and y’all still expect me to be rooting for Yuta? I’d rather shoot myself in the foot over a naive, overreacting, depressed, codependent and willfully obedient dog to sexist people who want nothing but destruction of weak shamans

I do like Yuta. I like his character and I find him very interesting and I’m not trying to slander him but what he’s doing doesn’t make sense from who he was in Volume 0. If this is who he is now that’s cool, but he ain’t that great of a person if he disregard everything he’s ever said/stood for over an arm

I don’t think Yuta is a bad character, but I just needed to talk some stuff, don’t let my opinion influence yours though

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[SPOILERS FOR CH.142]

he deserves it tho.