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[johncherrystone]

Hi ! #10 with Iwaoi please ?

Send me a ship and a number for an au!

If Oikawa Tooru had been told that he would wind up checking out Iwaizumi Hajime—the Iwaizumi Hajime, who all the girls had crushes on and who was friends with all the it-people—at his family’s space-themed book store, he would’ve laughed.

But no, here he was, wearing an alien sweater vest with a pin that said “Let me be your intergalactic guide!” That would have been embarrassing enough, which is why he never told anyone at school about where he worked (or that he actually enjoyed it).  But to top it all off, Iwaizumi Hajime was standing there across from him, holding a book on the cosmos.

Tooru cleared his throat.  “Um, is there anything else I can help you with today?”

Iwaizumi shook his head. “Nope, thanks.”  He handed the book over, glancing over Tooru’s pin with a slight smirk, and Tooru felt like sinking into the floor.

“It’s a cool store,” he added.

Tooru looked up.  “Oh, sure, I guess,” he said, scanning the book.

Iwaizumi raised his eyebrows.  He rubbed the back of his neck, almost bashfully.  “Sure?  Thought you were really into astronomy, and stuff.  You won that award last year, right?”

Tooru blinked, feeling first shock and then the bit of pride that accompanied any mention of the award.  Yes, he had, and yes, it would look great on a college application, but the fact that Iwaizumi knew about that?  “I didn’t know you even knew my name,” he said.  “It’ll be seventeen ninety-nine.”

Iwaizumi laughed.  “‘Course I do.  You’re Oikawa Tooru, right?  You’re practically a genius.  Among other things.”  He watched Tooru from across the counter, head cocked to the side.

Tooru held his gaze, if just for a moment, heart beating decidedly faster in his chest.  And then the spell broke and he thought to himself, Even if you are perfect and godly and an amazing kisser, there is no way that Iwaizumi Hajime knows that.

He cleared his throat.  “Seventeen ninety-nine.”

Iwaizumi nodded.  “Right.”  He fished through his wallet and pulled out a bill, handing it to Tooru.

“Sorry, I just realized I didn’t even introduce myself.  I’m Iwaizumi.”

Tooru barked out a laugh.  “I know who you are, Iwa-chan.  Everyone does.”

“Iwa-chan?” Iwaizumi turned red, face creased in a confused scowl.  “Don’t call me that.”

Okay, that was cute.  Tooru decided then and there that Iwaizumi would now only be referred to as Iwa-chan, even if only mentally.  He fished change out of the register, counting it in his hands.  

“You know, does your job responsibility of being an intergalactic guide extend to knowing anything about calculus?”

Tooru blinked, extending the change and receipt to Iwaizumi, who took it.  “You’re asking if I know calculus?”

“Well, if you would be willing to teach me anything.  You have the best grades in class.”

Tooru chewed his lip, thinking.  Time alone with Iwaizumi, talking about calculus, which was possibly the sexiest of all the school subjects?  “Of course I’m willing, Iwa-chan,” he said with a grin.

Iwaizumi rolled his eyes, but couldn’t keep that well-beloved smile off his face.  He scribbled something onto the receipt, handing it to Tooru, who blinked down at ten numbers.

“Well, give me a call then.  You know, for calculus.”

[worthlesspride]

Hey it's me again ! I was wondering if you could write something about Yaku and Lev ? We didn't get to see them much and I liked their dynamics! 💕

Hello~! I’m not great at writing Yaku and Lev and I try to avoid it when possible. But since you asked, and you’re such a lovely person, I did it anyway. I hope it’s okay! Thanks so much for the ask! ^^

           “This is Yaku. He’s going to betraining you. Yaku, this is Haiba Lev, our newest investigator.”

           Kuroo introduced them with a smile.He’d been talking about Haiba Lev for the past month. He was a transfer from aneighboring city, and according to Kuroo, he had a lot of potential.

           Yaku looked up at him; and thenlooked up some more, because Haiba was a tall, lanky string bean.

            He didn’t look like a prodigy, but then again, appearances could bedeceiving. Most people didn’t think Yaku looked very impressive, either.

           “It’s nice to meet you, Haiba-san,”said Yaku. “I look forward to working with you.”

           The kid grinned, and it made himlook even younger. “Thanks! I’m excited to work with you, too!”

           “You’ll get your own office soon,”said Kuroo, “but for now you’ll be sitting in with Yaku while you train. He’lltake care of you. Go ahead and make yourself at home.”

           “Thank you, Kuroo-san!”

           Haiba strode into Yaku’s office, immediatelytripped over the doorframe, and nearly slapped Yaku in the face with a flailingarm. “Oops. Sorry, Yaku-san.”

           “It’s fine,” said Yaku, taking astep back as Haiba righted himself.

           He continued into the office and satin one of Yaku’s vacant chairs, looking around with bright interest.

           Yaku raised a row at Kuroo. “Not verygraceful, is he?”

           “He’ll be fine. He just needs toadjust. It’s his first day.”

           “Alright then.”

           “Yell if you need anything,” saidKuroo, before starting toward his own office.

           Yaku sat down behind his desk,pinned Haiba with a stern stare, and mentally prepared the speech he gave toall the new trainees.

           For the past few years, Yaku hadbeen in charge of training the new hires. He’d even trained Kuroo, when he’djoined investigations a few years back. If Yaku had wanted the position, hewould have likely been appointed captain rather than Kuroo. He’d chosen not toapply, because he didn’t want the weight of that responsibility. He was perfectlyhappy right where he was.

           “Welcome to investigations, Haiba-san.The first thing you need to know is-”

           “Just Lev is fine,” chirped Haiba,still smiling.

           Yaku stopped, sidetracked. “What?”

           “My name,” he said. “Just call meLev. I don’t go by my last name. It makes me feel like my dad and it’s weird.”

           Yaku just stared at him. He clearedhis throat and started again. “Okay then… Lev-san.”

           “You don’t have to use the honorificeither,” said Lev, waving it off. “I don’t mind. Most people don’t.”

           Yaku took a deep breath. The kid wasprobably just nervous. He wasn’t going to be this annoying all the time. “Lev.The first thing you need to know is-”

           “Kuroo-san said you’re a really goodinvestigator,” said Lev, leaning his elbows on the desk. “How long have youworked here? Are you-”

           “Will you shut up and let me talk?”snapped Yaku.

           Lev blinked, startled, and sat backin his chair with an apologetic nod.

           Yaku sighed, tried again, and thistime he wasn’t interrupted.

           They just had to get used to eachother. All of this would be fine. Lev wouldn’t be so bad.

             Two weeks later, Yaku was prettysure he was going to be in prison soon, because he was going to snap soon and breakLev’s long, skinny neck.

           “How many times have I told you,”growled Yaku, “that you have to start a new case note every time you enter newinformation? You can’t just go onto the last one and add on at the end. That’snot how it works!”

           “I’m sorry, Yaku-san!” said Lev,sinking beneath the weight of Yaku’s glare. “I forgot. But I won’t do it again,I swear!”

           “That’s what you said last time,”said Yaku, “and you still did it again. How many times do I have to tell yousomething before it sticks?”

           “I’m sorry!”

           “Redo it,” said Yaku, slapping astack of papers down on the desk in front of him. “Come get me when it’s doneso I can review it.”

��          “Yes, sir!”

           Yaku stormed into the hallway andalmost walked directly into Kuroo.

           Kuroo grinned down at him. “Be niceto the newbie, Yaku. He’s trying.”

           “He’s hopeless,” mumbled Yaku. “He’sthe most untrainable officer I’ve ever met.”

           “It’s only been two weeks. Give himtime.”

           “When I’d been here two weeks I knewten times what that idiot does.”

           Kuroo raised a brow. “You seem alittle stressed out.”

           “No shit,” snapped Yaku. “I’ve beenstuck with him for two weeks. I’vestarted having heart palpitations.”

           Kuroo gripped Yaku’s shoulder, hisface stern. “I believe in you. You can fix him.”

           “Fixing something means it’s workedat some point. I’m not so sure he ever has.”

           “Do what you can,” said Kuroo. “He’llhave an evaluation a month after his start date. If you still think he’s notgoing to make it we’ll do something about it then.”

           “If I’m not dead by then.”

           “Take him out in the field with you,”suggested Kuroo. “Maybe he’s more of a hand-on kind of guy. Paperwork is hardfor some people.”

           Yaku sighed. “Yeah, okay. I’ll giveit a shot.”

             Two hours later Yaku dragged himselfback into the investigations building, dripping wet, with an apologetic Lev onhis heels.

           Kuroo was near the door when hearrived. He pressed his lips together tightly, mouth twitching.

           “If you laugh at me,” said Yaku, “I’llseriously injure you.”

           Kuroo said nothing, and Yaku trudgedby like a sewer rat.

             “That was the worst interrogation I’veever seen,” said Yaku. He pinched the bridge of his nose and kept his breathingeven. “Why did you think it was okay to ask if they had a sexual relationshipwith the other suspect?”            “It seemed relevant!” saidLev, waving his arms for emphasis. “I thought it was a good question.”

           “It was a terrible question! You’regoing to get the department sued for harassment!”

           Lev groaned and sank into a crouch,back against the wall and his head in his hands. “I’m sorry! I don’t know why Ikeep messing everything up!”            “If you would actually tryinstead of slacking off, then you-”

           “ButI am trying!” said Lev. He dropped his hands and looked up at Yaku, eyes wideand earnest. “I’m trying so hard, Yaku-san! I don’t want to be bad at this. Iwant to be a really good investigator like you. It’s just really hard for me. I’msorry.”

           A little of Yaku’s irritation eased.He didn’t know if it was the authenticity of the apology or the fact that heliked Lev a little better when he was below eye level, rather than forcing Yakuto tilt his head back and stare up at him.

           Either way, he wasn’t quite as angryas he’d been just a moment before.

           He sighed and frowned down at Lev. “It’sokay. Just keep trying, alright? You’ll pick it up eventually.”

           Lev brightened. “You really thinkso?”

           “Yeah, sure,” said Yaku, though hedidn’t believe his own words. “You’ll be fine.”

           Two weeks and a dozen mistakeslater, Yaku was so sick of hearing the phrase “I’m sorry, Yaku-san” that it wasbeginning to make him nauseous.

           “I’m sorry, Yaku-san.” Lev hunchedover and dropped his forehead onto the desk. “I didn’t mean to.”

           “I know, Lev.”

             Later that day, Yaku was sitting inKuroo’s office. He was already exhausted and it wasn’t even two o’clock.

           “It’s time for Lev’s first review,”said Kuroo. He pulled a file out of a drawer and flipped it open. “Although I’mnot sure there’s a point. Your weekly progress reports tell me everything Ineed to know.”

           “I think you were only told he was agreat officer so the other department could get rid of him,” said Yaku. “Yougot played, captain.”

           Kuroo frowned. “Maybe. I just hopethe kid doesn’t take it too hard when I fire him.”

           Yaku sat up straighter in his chair.“What?”

           “When I fire him. I don’t want himto take it badly. He seems like a good kid. He’s just hopeless.”

           “He’s not hopeless,” said Yaku,earning a raised brow from Kuroo. “He’s getting better.”

           “Is he?”

           “Yeah. Well, sort of. He will, if wegive him more time.”

           “Hold on. Let me see if I understandthis,” said Kuroo. “After you’ve complained about him for the past month, you’resaying I shouldn’t fire Lev.”

           “Right.”

           “Why?”

           Yaku found he didn’t have animmediate answer for that. He pondered on it for a moment, Kuroo staring at himall the while, and finally settled on, “The one good thing I can say about Levis that he cares. He really wants to do a good job, and even though he’s justscrewing everything up, he’s trying harder than anyone I’ve ever seen. It’sbetter to try and train someone like that than someone who’s okay at the jobbut doesn’t give a fuck. It’s going to take him a lot longer than mostofficers, but I think he’ll get there.”

           “So you want us to keep him.”

           “Yes.”

           “Even though you’ll probably bestuck with him for the next six months before he’s capable of doing anything onhis own.”            Maybe Yaku hadn’t thought thisthrough after all.

           With a sigh of defeat, Yaku said, “Yeah.If I can’t train him in six months you can get rid of him.”

           Kuroo shrugged and flipped the fileshut. “Okay, then. You officially have a new partner. Congratulations.”

           Yaku wondered exactly what the hellhe’d just gotten himself into.

[decembercamiecherries]

@chillxpillz: (I apologize for my English, I’m French !) Hi ! I really love your stories, seeing that you’ve written some new stuff always make my day better. You’re without a doubt my fav ! I was wondering if you were still taking random suggestions because I have one : Gon introducing Killua as his boyfriend to Ging and it goes all awkward because Ging is very intrusive or something like that idk haha. I’ve never seen something like that before and I think it might be funny ! xx

A week later and I finally got this done for you ^^; I’m so sorry for the wait, when you sent this to me I had like five requests that I had to finish first, but this is finally done! I hope you like this, I’ve never written Ging before but I tried my best with him ^-^

Canon universe for this one, the boys are not boys in this haha- they’re 18 and visiting Aunt Mito but, surprise! Ging’s there whoops

(part two) (part three)

It was a quiet night on Whale Island. Fireflies danced in the humid air outside, a warm breeze drifted into Gon’s room from the open window, and the sound of crickets and waves crashing into far off shore was peaceful. 

Killua could just barely make out the curve of Gon’s uplifted cheek in the dim light. Gon was probably smiling at him with that love-struck look of his and Killua’s face warmed at the thought. 

Ugh. He was so dumb, getting embarrassed over a smile, jeez. 

Ignoring his horrible blush, Killua refocused on drawing shapeless shapes onto the top Gon’s hand where it rested in the tiny space between their bodies. They were laying side-by-side on Gon’s bed, just like they used to when they were younger.

But they weren’t younger anymore. And sharing a bed had taken on a different meaning now after being reunited four years since saying goodbye in front of the World Tree.

“Killua?” Gon’s breath washed over Killua’s face. They really were close; less than inch distance between their elbows and shoulders. But Killua didn’t move away.

“Yeah?” he whispered back.

“Is…is Ging bothering you?”

Killua was so surprised that his fingers froze on Gon’s hand.

“I’m sorry,” Gon said. Killua couldn’t see his wince but he knew Gon enough to guess his expressions without needing his eyes. “I didn’t know he was going to be here.”

“Stupid,” Killua said after recovering from his initial shock. “You don’t have to apologize. He’s your dad, I was going to meet him eventually.”

“Mm, I know. But.”

“But?”

“I don’t know. He’s been kind of, um.”

“Annoying?” Killua finished with a small grin and the bed shook with Gon’s laughter.

“Shhh!” Killua shoved his hand in Gon’s face in a vain attempt to shut him up. “If you make too much noise your aunt will come in!”

“Sorry!” Gon said breathlessly, soft lips moving under the pads of Killua’s fingers. “I couldn’t help it! That was funny.”

“And true.”

“Heh, yeah.”

They were both silent for a minute, recalling the awkward and extremely uncomfortable introduction a few days ago when they had entered the house to find Ging sitting at the kitchen table.

“Oh! Killua, you haven’t met Ging yet, have you?” Aunt Mito had asked.

“…no,” Killua said, stomach tightening in anticipation as Ging’s eyes- dark brown, so similar to Gon’s but not- appraised him. 

Killua shook himself. It was ridiculous to be nervous about meeting Ging. Ging was Gon’s dad, the very person Killua had scrambled around the world to search for with Gon. He was just another person, even if he was a super powerful Hunter, and that shouldn’t make Killua anxious.

But it was because Ging was Gon’s dad that set Killua on edge. Maybe a few years ago it wouldn’t have mattered. But now, it did. Now Killua was Gon’s-

Gon stepped closer to Killua’s side and their arms brushed. The proximity hid the way Gon’s fingers twisted themselves around Killua’s from Aunt Mito and Ging’s gaze.

“Ging,” Gon said and Ging raised a hand in greeting.

“Yo,” he said with a grimace. Killua nearly snorted; it seemed Gon’s dad was as thrilled as they were to run into him here.

Gon said, “We didn’t know you were home.”

Ging shrugged. “I was in the area. I didn’t know you were going to be visiting.”

“We were in the area,” Killua parroted back and Ging’s focus snapped back to him.

“…you’re one of the Zoldyck’s kids, right?” Ging said after a pause and Killua stiffened. What the hell did that mean?!

“You know, I ran into one of your family members a while back,” Ging continued thoughtfully.

Killua waited for him to continue but he didn’t. Finally he gave in and asked through gritted teeth, “What happened?”

Ging smirked. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”

“Ging,” Gon said quickly before Killua had the chance to react. “Ging, this is Killua. He’s been my best friend since we were twelve.”

Silence. Ging’s expression didn’t change- eyebrows raised, lips pulled down into an unimpressed frown…Killua didn’t get it. His own heart was pounding in his chest like it was trying to urge him to throw himself out the nearest window. His hands were sweaty and he squeezed Gon’s fingers to stop them from sliding away accidentally.

What was Ging waiting for?!

“Okay,” Ging said after a pregnant pause. “That’s great. And how long has he been your boyfriend?”

Gon’s mouth fell open and Killua sucked in a sharp breath, blood rushing to his face so fast that his vision swam.

“I-I,” Gon stuttered. “I- um. We-”

Killua wanted to help. Really, he did. But Killua couldn’t even bring himself to look at Gon. In fact, he couldn’t look at anything- too mortified to help the boy he was currently dating, too horrified to look at said date’s father who had just called them out on their relationship when they hadn’t even told Aunt Mito yet-

“WHAT?!” Aunt Mito said shrilly. “When did this happen?!”

What followed had been a very lengthy and extremely painful discussion on the current status of Killua and Gon’s romantic life, including when they had first started being ‘interested’ in one another, the location and time of their first date, how their first kiss had been-

“What about protection?” Ging interrupted.

Killua’s eyes bulged and Gon let out a tiny squeaking sound as Aunt Mito’s head whipped around to stare at her cousin. “Excuse me?!”

Ging gave her a dubious expression. “C’mon, Mito. You don’t think these two are so innocent and pure that they’ll stop at a kiss? They’ve been best friends since they were twelve, after all.”

Gon shrunk in his chair and Killua could never remember wanting to die more than he did in that moment.

Even now, protected by the darkness of the night, Killua could feel his face radiating with heat. That had been so embarrassing.

As if he could hear Killua’s thoughts, Gon whispered. “That was so bad. Aunt Mito wouldn’t leave us alone together for days.”

“How do you think she’d react if she found out we were sleeping in the same bed, instead of me on the floor in the sleeping back?” Killua asked.

“She would probably make me sleep in the guest room,” Gon admitted sheepishly and Killua let out a tiny laugh. “Hey, that’s not funny! I don’t sleep as well without you…”

Killua’s heart skipped a beat. He swallowed thickly. “Me neither.”

Gon’s hand moved slowly from under Killua’s fingers. He flipped it over so his palm was facing up and Killua easily slid his hand into the calloused one offered to him.

“What if your dad found us?” he asked quietly, rubbing his thumb up and down Gon’s warm skin.

“Umm. I’m not sure, actually.”

“He’d probably make a big scene,” Killua said. “Don’t you remember what happened when he caught us holding hands under the table?”

Gon giggled and Killua couldn’t help but smile in response. That had been another disastrous occasion- they had been eating dinner when Ging had suddenly and very loudly asked what their hands were doing under the table. Aunt Mito’s face had turned very red, very quickly and now Gon and Killua were forced to sit on opposite sides of the table whenever they gathered to eat a meal.

Gon’s grandmother, on the other hand, had to leave the room because she was cackling too hard to sit up straight.

“Ging’s done that a lot,” Killua said with a frown. “He keeps catching us at the exact moment we start doing anything couple-ish.”

Gon made a humming sound. “He’s probably just doing it to see how you react.”

“Maybe. Maybe he’s protective of you.”

Gon laughed at that. “I doubt it. He’s never been like that before.”

“Maybe…” Killua’s heart clenched. “Maybe he doesn’t like me.”

“If he does, too bad,” Gon said simply. His grip on Killua’s hand tightened and Killua could feel the heavy weight of Gon’s eyes on his face even though he couldn’t see him. “I like you. So that’s the only thing that matters. Right?”

Something in Killua’s chest lightened at that, and he let out a long breath.

“Right,” he said softly. 

He felt Gon shuffle even closer and Killua’s pulse started to race. He leaned in, knowing that he could find Gon’s face even if he was blind-

BANG!

Gon screamed in Killua’s ear and Killua promptly tumbled out of Gon’s bed and onto the floor. Wincing, he looked up to see a familiar silhouette in the now open doorway to Gon’s bedroom.

Shit.

“Mito, they’re sharing a bed!” Ging’s holler was loud enough to rattle the house.

“What did you do to them?” Ging asked as Mito stomped back into the kitchen.

She huffed. “I put Gon in the guest bedroom. What else?”

Ging grinned at that, gold-brown eyes glimmering in the kitchen light. Mito knew that smile from years of childhood adventures and mischievous plans that only half worked- that smile was a wildcard. And she wasn’t so sure that she was happy to see it now.

With a sigh she sat down across from him at the table. “Why do you keep causing problems for them? I wouldn’t have checked, they could’ve spent the entire night like that if you hadn’t told me.”

Ging shifted his gaze to the window, where the moon glowed orange and full over the horizon. 

“I’m not sure why, exactly.”

Mito scowled. “Don’t give me that. You always have a reason for everything. Do you not like Killua, is that it?”

To her surprise, Ging shook his head immediately. “That kid’s a good person. He’s nothing like the rest of his family. He’s good for Gon, too. I don’t think anyone else could keep up with Gon like that. I definitely know no one could keep up with me when I was his age.”

Mito kept her expression carefully composed at the confession. It was strange to hear Ging talk like this. Was he jealous of their relationship? No, that couldn’t be it. Ging only ever wanted to be off on his own. He didn’t want anyone to hold him back.

“So…” She still didn’t understand his motives. “What is it, then? Do you just like messing with them?”

Ging rolled his head around to smile widely at Mito once more, and she knew she had her answer.

“What’s life without a little challenge?” Ging said. There was a gleam in his eyes again- it was a look she had seen reflected in Gon’s more times then she could count.

Mito just barely held herself back from groaning. These boys would be the death of her one day.

(part two) (part three)

[worthlesspride]

Music Tag Meme

Tagged by @twilit-tragedy (about ten years ago, I’m so sorry) and @janespendlove

Rules: You can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. Put your playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs and tag 10 people.

Temporary Bliss - The Cab

Teen Idle - Marina and the Diamonds

Everybody Gets High - Missio

Closer - The Chainsmokers

I Don’t Care - Fall Out Boy

All of the Lights - Kanye West

Devil’s Backbone - The Civil Wars

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene - Hozier

Unsteady - X Ambassadors 

My Heart I Surrender - I Prevail

My music is all over the place, I don’t even know. Tagging - @ruffrabbt, @foxyena, @chillxpillz, @tamaostark (only if you guys want to! except for you, Andrian, you don’t have a choice.)