#who's my beau daichi??

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Summer windows 2

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Characters: Kagome Higurashi, Kageyama Tobio, Togata Mirio, Wally West, Razor, Sawamura Daichi, Inuzuka Kiba

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Hmmmmm…. Just gonna say now I’ll probably do a few of my favorite characters twice.

This whole thing is supposed to challenge me to be more consistent. And I make the rules.

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8: Sundress

Kagome

Through big school you couldn’t remember much, one memory stuck in your head as you tend to the flowers making sure that all of them are properly watered. The girl who always had some reason to explain her extended absence, she still graduated pretty high on the list. A rather amazing feat all things considered.

“Are you open?”

Hearing the voice you jump almost dropping the hose. “Yes, just a minute.”

Was the bell loose again? Turning off the water you dry your hands on your apron before walking out to the main area. Stopping mid-step you couldn’t tell if you were experiencing the early signs of a summer cold or something else. The girl standing in the middle of your family flower shop was really cute, but what caught your attention was her sundress it looked really good on her.

“Are you okay?”

Shaking yourself from your daze you give a nervous smile as your hand flies to the back of your neck. “Uh yeah, what I can I do for you?”

“I just wanted some sunflowers if you have any.” She states.

“Sure, do you want em now or an order?” Back in work mode, you can’t gawk at every pretty customer that comes in the store.

“I’ll buy them now.” She smiles but you could feel her eyes on you as you turn around,

Bending under the counter you look for the clippers so you can cut the stems well.

“Y/n?”

Hearing your name you instinctively snap up slamming the back of your head against the wood counter. Luckily you weren’t under the work table in the back.

“Oh, my god are you okay?” She gasps.

You rub at the sore spot on your head as you right yourself. “Uh, I’m fine. Just sore pride.” Taking this moment you get a better look at this girl’s face, we’ll woman now.

A blush tints your face as you curl up in embarrassment,

“I’m terrible, it’s good to see you healthy Higurashi.” You laugh nervously.

“So I was right, it’s been a little while. I didn’t know you worked here.” She quickly says.

You nod. “Yeah my pops owns the building and we run the flower shop.”

“Do you know anything about medicinal plants?” She seemed starry-eyed.

“A little, I’m trying to get my herbalist certification,” you add. “Did you need some?”

“Well, I mean…” she seemed conflicted.

“If you wanna ask another time that’s fine. I’ll get your sunflowers.” You quickly say as you turn to grab the flowers.

The interaction after that was strictly business until you follow to the door.

“Is it okay if I come by with questions?” She asks.

“Yeah, that’s fine Higurashi.”

“Kagome, just call me Kagome.”

“Okay, Kagome.”

9: Ball

Tobio

You were often dragged into things by your best friend. They were very much enamored with their beau, which resulted in you being dragged along to watch your friend gush about their partner.

“Y/N, come on you were the manager for Volleyball before. You’re like the perfect person to help me at this camp,” Kou, your friend, urges with a pleading look.

“No.”

“Come on they need extra hands and you live closest.”

A few days later you look at her friend with a deep frown. “So what exactly is this?”

“A cross-school training camp, the alumni are teaching the kids. We get to make food or help with clean up.” They flash an innocent smile as you nod.

“You just want to watch your boyfriend get all sweaty.”

“I do not!”

You cover their mouth. “First of all, keep your voice down. Second, this was a bad idea. Inviting me of all people because my ex is one of the alumni.”

Their eyes go wide with excitement. You hardly divulged anything about your personal relationships because you were taught to keep everything separate. Though if Kou asks you’d probably marry them but things were the same in Japan as they were in America.

Picking up your friend you found something you could do that would keep you away from the gym. At the expense of your patience wearing thinner than an atom bond.

“Come on who was it?” They ask again as you chop the vegetables.

“I’m using a knife right now not exactly the time to be asking questions, Kou.”

“But y/n,” their whine was enough for you to drop the knife.

Grabbing a cooler you glare. “I’m gonna go take them more water. No, I don’t know when I’ll be back, because I am gonna run to the convenience store to find a modicum of patience to deal with you for a few more days.”

They got quiet. Was that mean? A little, but they continued to pester you despite you asking them not to. You respected their boundaries and let them drag you all across just to see volleyball games.

“Ah, Y/N. Did you grow?” Oikawa Toru, you spent as little time with him as you could and even less now that he was an international player.

Rolling your eyes you put the large cooler down. “More water. Stay hydrated. I’m doing a store run does anyone have a list?”

“Awe but you can’t go alone.” you could see the smirk as he calls out. “Oh Tobio-chan, do you think you can help this adorable little Y/N? They’re going to the store to pick up missing things.”

You hiss. “Dumbass don’t.”

Kageyama Tobio looks up from his paper and walks over silently. You snatch the list.

“I can handle it on my own.”

“No.”

“See he says he’ll help.” Oikawa smiles.

You give him the nastiest look you can muster. “Fine.”

Kageyama was silent as you walked to the store. The whole time in the sore was rather silent you were thankful for that. Until your phone started going off, Kou now knew because Oikawa did nothing but talk.

“You gonna answer it?” Tobio asks as you push the cart.

“No, I’m taking a page from your book.” You mumble.

He scoffs. “I said I was sorry. I texted you as soon as I could.”

You roll your eyes, you felt like they’d roll away at this point. “Oh pray tell how is three months as soon as possible. You know what no. I’m not having this conversation, we’re already broken up and our past relationship shouldn’t have any consequence on now.”

“All things considered you really dropped the ball, y/n.”

“Tobio don’t tempt me. You know what I’m capable of.” You manage between grit teeth.

He shrugs. “That’s what I like about you.”

This made you pause. “You’re still terrible at communication.”

“So are you.”

You attempt to counter but he was right. The entire beginning of your relationship was an awkward dance of both trying to be someone you weren’t just to please the other until settling into the feeling of normalcy.

Sighing you get in line to pay. “Sorry. I’ve been so high-strung there a situation.”

“I heard, my condolences.”

“You didn’t have to send all that stuff. So um thanks.”

He looks at you and nods. “You know my parents still think we’re dating and keep asking me if they’ll get to see you again or if I’ll pop the question.”

“You’re kidding.”

“Nope, we’ve been fake dating for two years now.”

“You’re the worst, your mom is so nice.”

“Will you join in the lie with me? I have a lot of gifts for you from them.”

You think about it. “Fine, only because your parents are nice.”

He nods. “Good because I don’t know if I can keep making excuses.”

“Maybe you should have just told her we’re not dating anymore. All I ask is that we keep our distance.”

“Right, distance.”

“Not right now you blockhead. Ugh, maybe if you become my scapegoat I won’t have to get dragged all over Japan.”

“Then it’s agreed?”

You give a nod. “Two years.”

“Works for me.”

10: Festival (America specific)

Mirio

“Welcome, I’m glad the others were able to come,” you smile as you pick up the fallen cup.

“Falcon, you have such a nice house,” Lemillion smiles as he fidgeted with something in his hands.

You chuckle. “It’s family property, so I just got lucky.”

“The festival sounded fun.”

You raise a brow. “First, call me Y/N, we’re out of uniform. Second, place your dish on the table.”

It was just a little gathering and you knew what the Japanese hero was talking about. Luckily you could abandon this social gathering and leave it in the capable hands of your little brother and cousin.

“Togata is fine.” He smiles placing his dish down.

You nod. “Um so if you wanna go to the festival I would love to go. I just need to find the right time to dip.”

He looked confused. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, this wasn’t my idea. I just got appointed the leader. Wait here,” you smile before disappearing into the crowd.

Awkwardly Mirio looks around being polite and saying hello. But he didn’t expect you to grab his hand and quickly hold a finger over his lips.

“Quiet, if you say anything my quirk might get disrupted.” You whisper as you pull his hand gently. “Let’s go.”

It was a bit of a walk from your family property to the main part of the beach. There was a music festival going on. With a small smile and your wallet, you drag Mirio around excitedly through the expensive food stands, then onto the sand to listen to the bands just moving with the crowd.

While getting a few fancy drinks he grabs your free hand. “Careful you might get lost because of the crowd.”

You give a lazy smile. “Come on let’s go sit on the steps. Maybe we can visit a different stage.”

“I wish my friend could have been here,” he laughs as you lead the way.

“Why don’t we do something like this again? You bring your friends and I’ll bring mine and we’ll make the weekend of it. Like a planned vacation,” you offer with a lopsided grin, you were still steady on your feet so you were just saying anything to speak.

“Y/N, you made this fun. Thanks,”

“Mmm, that’s good. I’m glad, cause I’m gonna get grilled for going into the agency tipsy,” you smile.

Mirio takes your cup from your hand and finishes it quickly. “No, we’ll both get in trouble.”

“Careful there Goldie, we still have to walk back to my house.” You squeak.

11: “Sea to shining, really? You’re going to buy the ice cream alone.”

Wally west

“Dating is so hard,” your little sister whines as you continue to unpack your apartment from the boxes.

“If you have the energy to move your lips you can start putting these dishes away unless you wanna go home to mom.” You and your little sister got along about as well as two snapping turtles, not very often when you were together.

She grabs a few glasses off the counter. “Speaking of dating, when will I get to meet your ever-elusive boyfriend?”

You roll your eyes. “Maybe when Springfield gets a proper storm.”

“Haha, come on. I wanna meet him, that way mom will stop trying to get me to set you up,” she smirks.

“Oh, my relationship status is so important,” you roll your eyes. “He’s busy with work. I am busy with my degree our free time doesn’t match.”

“Okay okay, I’ll stop pushing. But like send me a picture of you two together at least,” she smiles.

It only took a few hours to get all your things put away. Moving in the middle of the summer was probably the worst idea you’ve ever had, especially when you had so little food in your new place. Your sister had already left and you were trying to find a place to order take out from. Singing to yourself as you scroll through the ads.

Now you weren’t very patriotic, there were so many things that could be different about your country but you did have to sing as a job. Right now your small group was recording for a historical special and the song was on loop in your head like it paid rent.

“From sea to shining—

You stop as the front door opens. Standing in the doorway making all the noise in the world you frown. “Really?”

“Hey baby,” Wally walks in and pulls you into a tight hug.

“I was trying to figure out what to eat for dinner, and now I’m at the top of the page again because you came in like it’s not the middle of the night.” You huff.

“Awe but baby I missed you.”

“I missed you too, but you’re buying the ice cream, alone.” You cross your arms.

He hugs you tighter. “Wait no, you know I always buy too much. Baby please I need an adult.”

“Nope, I’m buying dinner you’re just gonna have to put on your big boy pants and go to the store by yourself.” You pout,

“I’d this because I didn’t help you unpack?”

You continue scrolling to find a nearby restaurant.

“Baby.”

“No, and this isn’t about unpacking, it’s because you got space goo in the washer before I left my last apartment,” you huff.

“I said I was sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t get my deposit back. You’re lucky I have any money left over from buying a new washer for the damn con artist,” you grumble deciding on a healthy place. “Put in your order so I can buy it.”

Wally takes your phone still pouting. You had to admit he was cute.

“Fine I’ll drive you to the store and you can ask me what to get while I stay in the car.”

12: Lizards

Razor

As an aspiring alchemist, you were no stranger to trying to gather different materials. But that was just it– you were aspiring– because your guardian wouldn’t let you lead alchemy.

“I can do it too if I have someone to learn from,” you whine throwing yourself back into the grass.

From the look of the sky, it would rain soon. But you didn’t want to get up. Wallowing would be much better. Though you did want to try gathering the lizard tails.

“Hello.”

You wanted to retest from the face super close to yours but you were already on the ground and if you went up you’d definitely hit his face. His white hair hung down around and clouded your vision of the area around you.

“Razor, you’re too close.” Gently you reach up and push his shoulders.

“Laying down, it will rain,” he states not budging.

At this, you nod. “Yes it’ll rain soon, but I need Lizards.”

“Lizard?”

“Mm, maybe if I gather the ingredients Sucrose will teach me something,” you admit. “But dad won’t let me.”

Suddenly a different voice joins in. “Because you need to learn to fight properly before you can do alchemy.”

“Bennett.”

Razor sits up and you do so as well. “You know if you weren’t so bent on being an adventurer maybe our dads wouldn’t try to make me do it too.”

Years ago around the same time Bennett was left with the knight of Favonius you were as well covered in blood with a Dendro vision clutched tightly in your small fingers. Shaking the memory away you frown.

“Maybe I should go back?” You pout the clouds were coming in faster casting a shadow.

“We can help find Lizards,” Razor says as he stands up.

Bennett smiles. “Yeah, we can help.”

Razor holds out a hand to you. Accepting it you look at your brother. “Only the tails, we can’t hurt the lizards.”

“At the same time practice,” Razor offers.

I wince. “If it rains I don’t wanna feel the after effect of your lightning Razor.”

He smiles. “I will be careful.”

13: Resort

Daichi

Usually, you’d be mad that people didn’t watch where they were going, effectively knocking you back a few steps but a hand pulls you to their side and you give a small smile to your boyfriend. With all the training you’ve been doing you were glad for the long break to spend quality time with your boyfriend, it would have been better if it was only you two but it was a group trip.

“Y/N, we’re almost there. Are you okay?” Daichi asks while looking over you.

“Yeah, I’m fine, no reason to worry.” Fixing your shirt you look around for your friends.

Daichi just takes your hand in his firmly, leading the way to the small group.

“You finally made it!” The small woman jumping up and down could barely contain her excitement. “I was so excited to meet your partner Y/N, you two are so cute.”

One of your taller friends nods. “Uiha is checking in with Kuuro.”

Adjusting your bag you smile. “Got it, and how are the rooms?”

“We have one big room,” Uiha holds up the room keys with a groan. “Apparently when I made the reservation for the resort they just processed it as one big room with our party size.”

“Well, it’s not like it would have mattered,” you sigh. “Let’s go take our things up so we can at least have a moment to relax.”

Kuuro smirks. “How about Uiha and I take the luggage to the room and you six go have fun walking around?”

Daichi rolls his eyes. “Not a chance. We all came here to relax.”

“I’m hurt did all that training together not make us friends?”

You raise a brow confused. “You guys trained together?”

“Yes, but I don’t wanna think about it.”

With a shrug, you were more than happy to follow Uiha. Making sure everyone’s things were put away.

You stood in your swimwear raising a brow. As the group walked into the pool area. Everyone was staring, maybe that was just what it was like but you wanted to relax.

“If you pretend that they’re trees it is easier to ignore.” Daichi offers.

“Y/N! Can we do a match of beach volleyball?” Your smaller friend, Kitty asks as she grips your open arm.

You frown. “I don’t know, we have like four volleyball players here and I don’t wanna deal with that kind of defeat.”

Kuuro calls back. “It seems like a better option there are fewer people on the beach.”

“Come on Y/N, beach volleyball and indoor volleyball are two different things.” Uiha urges.

You sigh. “But if you slap my back or leg during the match I’m done. You don’t know how to control your strength when you play.”

Daichi chose to watch instead. But did join for a little bit. Overall the first day was fun, and you got to lay on the beach with Daichi while the others played in the water.

14: Sunflowers

Kiba (modern au)

You groan leaning on the desk, taking on the role of a preschool teacher was a mistake. Because the only school you got accepted to hold classes in the summer. Today your group didn’t have class but the principal still wanted all teachers to come in, but… the air conditioning in the teachers' office was busted.

“Y/N, if you keep groaning like that it’ll get hotter.” Someone complains.

Frowning you tried to think. “Can’t we have a water day? I’m sure the kids would love it.”

“We can’t remember Daichi and Futaba in shooting star class are petrified of water.” Someone else says.

Suddenly the back of your head hurt as you tried to peel your face off the desk to glare at the offender you were faced with someone else. “Y/N, I have a new task for you.”

About to right yourself you frown. “Please no more. I already have to organize the parent lunch, prepare the lists for the incoming preschoolers, check the plants in the crescent moon class, and disinfect all the cubbies.”

“It’s nothing that taxing, I just need you to water the sunflowers in the morning and the middle of the day.”

A chorus of groans sounds. “Not fair Y/N, gets sunflower duty?” “If she does that I’ll take up indoor plant duty can’t have them on double plant duty.”

“Sunflowers?”

“Yes, the full moon class is growing sunflowers. They are the tall ones.” The principal sighs. “Just this one thing. That’s all I need.”

You nod. “I can do that.”

The next morning you went to grab the hose and start. But when you got to the fence you noticed someone standing on the other side. This particular part of the fence wasn’t solid because the sunflowers would be grown there. Instead of paying them much mind, you started watering.

“Y/N? You became a preschool teacher?”

You look up a bit confused and blink. Did you know this person?

As if reading the confused expression on your face the male leaning over the fence covers his cheeks to hide the red marks under his eyes.

“Inuzuka?” Blinking you stand up straight and you forgot to let go of the hose head pull.

Effectively watering the man standing there.

He just laughs. “Now you should be able to recognize me.”

“I’m so sorry, let me get you a towel.” You drop the offending gardening tool away from the flower buds and quickly run inside.

Throwing the towel over to him you must have apologized quite a few times.

“Why don’t we make it up over coffee on your next day off?” Kiba offers.

You were a flustered mess as you take the towel back. “That sounds good.”

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[adikgraves]

Hello writing community!

I’m Adik or Adé (they/them)! I’m a 21 year old Indonesian/Filipino/American writer and I’ve been writing for almost as long as I can remember. I had a writeblr a year or two ago and made some amazing friends but got burned out and ended up spending more time making graphics than writing, so now I’m trying again with a new blog and a new name! 

I have two main WIPs right now (although, let’s be real, I have a lot more than that—I’m trying my best to limit myself on this blog). Expect lots of memes on them, at the very least! I will also be posting official introductions for these soon!

WIP #1: Boy

[id/ a book cover in black and white. The title is in a gradient fading from white to gray on a black background, goes vertically down the cover, and reads “boy”. At the bottom of the cover is the name “adé graves” written in white over the image of a crouching figure. The figure’s face is bent down and their hands are folded in front of them. /end id]

If this looks familiar, you may have followed me on my last blog. Boy is a story about a war between the gods and their creations, between an angel and their past, and between a young adult named “Beau” and his identity. No, he’s not struggling with being trans—that’s a given. He’s struggling with being dubbed the “chosen one” by a world invisible to humans. Everyone thinks he can win the war for them, but he doesn’t want anything to do with it in the first place. 

Boy is an ownvoices story with a trans indonesian main character, nonbinary characters, bisexual characters . . . you get the idea. An exercise in my hyperfixation on angels and demons.

Tag: /writing-boy

WIP #2: His Evening Star

[id/ a book cover with a black background. The image is of a tattooed hand and arm holding a snake. The title is written in white cursive over the snake and reads “His Evening Star.” At the bottom of the cover, also in white text, is the author’s name written “Adé Graves.” /end id]

(yes I am aware both covers are black and white I have a type okay) His Evening Star began as a distraction—an over-indulgent romance that I could escape to just as I was beginning my third draft of Boy. But now I’m 100k words in and not even halfway done. His Evening Star is about a man named Daichi Yates rediscovering the love of his life when said love of his life comes stumbling into his club asking Daichi to forgive someone else’s debts. His Evening Star is about a man named Dr. Eryu Khun who has been cleaning up after his best friend’s mistakes for far too long. He fully expects to die when he goes into Daichi “Daimon” Yates’s club, but instead he comes out of it . . . with a job.

Alternative synopsis: Khun’s villain origin story. Yes this is an mlm romance, yes I have packed it with as many tropes as humanly possible, and yes they’re almost all Asian—what about it?

Tag: /writing-hes

If you’re in the writeblr community, please reblog and tell me about your wips!! I want to talk with writers again and I definitely need more people to follow!

[sunsetika]

you never gave a warning sign

fandom: haikyuu!! characters: oikawa tooru, sugawara koushi, sawamura daichi [oisuga, mild daisuga] genre: angst song: exile by taylor swift 

note: ...i got too worked up with this hehe. please listen to the song while reading to get the feels moving!

Of all the people he had to run into, it had to be him.

Koushi.

Tooru was out walking. It was raining, but he had to pick something up from the convenience store.

As he was walking back, he came face to face with his ashen-haired ex, who had been happily chatting with his new beau until they saw Tooru.

Here’s the thing, Tooru and Koushi’s breakup wasn’t the good breakup (if there ever was such a thing as a good break up). It was a mess of bottled up emotions, screaming and crying. There was no talk, no reconciliation, no closure.

I never learned to read your mind

I couldn't turn things around

'Cause you never gave a warning sign

After that, Tooru had stormed out of the apartment, not looking back. Months passed by without any contact from Koushi, not that Tooru was waiting for any.

Until now.

“Oikawa.” It was the boyfriend who spoke first, acknowledging him. He was Koushi’s best friend (who seems to have turned into his lover).

“Sawamura.” Tooru spat.

They were over. Tooru knew they were over. He didn’t live miserably after he and Koushi had broken up. He didn’t miss him or look for him. Tooru just moved forward. Tooru was okay.

Then, all at once, the emotions came crashing down. Tooru we was seething.

Why was he seething?

You're not my homeland anymore

So what am I defending now?

Tooru was about to yell at him again—like he did before he stormed out of their life—when Koushi shot him the same look he had back then, and walked past him. Neither of them looked back.

He never saw Koushi again.

tooru’s story | suga’s story | full artwork

[icespyders]

opposing lawyers au? single parent au? doctors au? thunderstorm cuddles? celebrity crush au? buddy cops au? marry someone to piss of parents au?

YELLS VERY LOUD…THANK YOU OMG THESE ARE SO FUN!!! alright these ones are gonna be under a cut bc. well. you should know me by now.

opposing lawyers au: i’m torn bc it’d be equally fun to have, like, non-romantic rivals in these roles and the entire fic is just them talking shit (i’m not a big rarepair person so that definitely limits me in au plotting, lmao, i just dig weird friendships so much more than actual proper rarepairs!!) and also pitting an otp against each other and having belligerent sexual tension that will get the characters lectured by their respective HR departments. or! they’re competing within the same firm and both trying to get ahead so it’s more of an office drama, which would lead to a funny ensemble cast, which is always a win in my book

oh dude bokuaka could be fun for this, bc akaashi is a smartass by-the-book kinda guy who looks down on bokuto’s weirder strategies, but akaashi keeps underestimating how clever bokuto is and it infuriates him, and also kinda turns him on, and that infuriates him even further. or daisuga, too, i like the idea of them being rivals bc i have a funny feeling if they weren’t on the same team they’d just push each other’s buttons - daichi holds grudges over petty bullshit (sawamura “death to everyone who’s ever played basketball bc i’ve fought with their captain” daIchi tbh) and it’d just be too easy to irritate him for suga to resist doing it all the time.

if i get into non-romances pissing each other off in professional settings i’ll be here all night so i’ll spare you, but just know there are too many annoyingly-clever strategists in haikyuu who’d square off against each other excellently and it’s great

single parent au: true story, my sister and i have this very elaborate future domestic au about all our ships having kids, so, like, i love kid fics but having one of my own has ruined everyone else’s for me whoops. i can’t read anyone else’s bc i miss the babies i invented. buries face in hands. (but if you want to hear about that i have like a 30-page notes document so i’m happy to tell you about it)

aside from that i’ve vaguely plotted out a specific single parent au, i think (my sister and i are au machines, it’s a problem). we have one where daichi and suga hook up but then suga is daichi’s kid’s kindergarten teacher so the parent-teacher conference gets Real Awkward Real Fast. both of them try very hard to act professional and not ask “so like…we still on for a second date or…uh…”

doctors au: my immediate impulse when i saw this is to only make one of the characters a medical doctor and the other’s like. i don’t know a renowed geologist or smth. full on “dammit i’m a doctor, not a DOCTOR.” somehow they have wacky adventures. my brain wants me to x-files this and turn it into cryptid hunting shenanigans bc i shouldn’t be left to make aus past midnight. this is absolutely not what you meant when you asked me this, anon, but i don’t think i’m capable of writing a medical drama? i don’t watch that many, i lack a frame of reference. but you know what i don’t lack a frame of reference for. GHOST HUNTING. also MOTHMAN. catch me turning your prompt into gay “ghost adventures” somehow??

i have no idea what i’d write for this, i don’t think anyone wants me writing a doctors au. i think the closest i’d get is a future fic abt kyoutani being a veterinarian and he takes care of yahaba’s really fat cat and criticizes how fat it is and somehow they date. sorry omg this is not my best work, au-wise

thunderstorm cuddles: THIS IS A GOOD VIBE TOO…listen in my opinion all my ships should be cuddling all the time, or else what is the point. i really need to learn how to write short fluffy ficlets, i always end up turning everything i write into an absurdly long oneshot but writing ficlets sounds nice. 

anyway! this is a lovely moment of vulnerability to work with; if you run with a childhood friends ship for this, it could demonstrate how well the two characters know each other, that they’re aware of the need for thunderstorm cuddles and happy to provide it. however, it’s also intriguing as a moment to allow greater understanding and closeness in a relationship that isn’t as familiar. it demonstrates one party’s willingness to let the other see them in an unflattering state and let themselves be comforted. man i could do this for any ship, i really adore finding these little, understated moments of love and letting them cement a relationship, and also i’m weak to mild hurt/comfort where nobody is really hurt, haha. i would write asanoya for this, they’re especially good for cuddling, i feel. they’re both afraid of storms but refuse to admit it to save face in front of each other but they eventually both cave and learn, oh hey, we’re both scared of storms, this works, and then cuddle under a big quilt and everyone is happy

celebrity crush au: i would love to get “celebrity crush” down to absolute minimum level, like, oh god, since when do i go to college with that one hot youtuber who i’ve watched for years, or, oh no, i TOTALLY thirst-follow that guy on instagram, i’ve watched videos of him bench-pressing stuff WAY TOO MUCH, or, fuck me it’s the bassist from that band that plays in the campus bar, etc etc. i think that’d be funny bc it’s not even like you’re harboring a crush on a movie star like a normal person and it’s even harder to approach a youtube crush by explaining “hey so you’re famous, a bit, to me at least, i’m sorry, i love your work, i promise i’m not creepy.” if i was writing this, circumstances would definitely force the characters together (class group project! train your new co-worker, who you’ll spend hours alone with henceforth! we’re in the same club, time for icebreakers!) and the character with the crush would either awkwardly hide it or awkwardly blurt it out, depending.

i actually do have a vaguely-arced au about characters in bands that play in the campus bar attempting to woo various bar patrons; this kagehina i wrote is in that universe and i’ve just never sat down to write the whole au, and that’s an ensemble piece so there’s a bunch of ships. i dig iwaoi for the instagram thirst-follow concept, or bokuaka. that thirst is real. i’m also getting attached to the idea of the celebrity crush being a new co-worker, like, the two characters work in the school bookstore and spend many hours alone with no one but books for company. i’d write a kuroken for that. kenma didn’t expect that cool youtuber to be such a nerd in real life. also he’s pretty sure internet people aren’t supposed to be hot in real life, what the fuck, this isn’t even FAIR. so he’s all brisk with kuroo to keep his distance bc he feels so awkward and kuroo doesn’t get what he did wrong. (answer: existing and being cute was his mistake)

buddy cops au: COOL! this is another one where i’d love a weird friendship over an otp, just for shenanigans’ sake. if i was writing this it’d be less law & order and more brooklyn 99 so comedy is key. i’m thinking like. kenma and lev, worst partners ever, who solve all their cases against all odds. suga and kageyama would be a fun working dynamic too, or any combo of competitive setters, although i think with many other setters there’d be more attempting to outdo each other. like partnering shirabu and semi would be a mess of passive-aggressive sniping amidst their detective work. oikawa and ushijima where they both think they’re the good cop but they’re actually both the bad cop and oikawa thinks ushijima isn’t human bc he never drinks coffee bc he says he doesn’t “need it” like what the hell, how does he even stay awake on shift, it’s unnatural.

and on a not-haikyuu note, i definitely had a fucking komahina buddy cop au at some point in the distant past, and i’ve always lowkey wanted to write a naegiri noir mystery where kirigiri is the mysterious detective and naegi is the inquisitive reporter tagging along and helping her with a case. dangan lends itself to shit like that since it’s already about investigating murders

marry someone to piss off parents au: oh boy would i love to combine this with a royalty au. oh BOY would i love to combine this with a royalty au!! some upstart crown prince decides to marry below their station just to stick it to The Man and falling in love somewhere along the way, bc marriage is a commitment and it takes effort and you can’t just do it for no reason, it’s not a means to an end. i just find it mildly hard to believe anyone in haikyuu is offensive enough to someone’s parent to pull this off, like, even the ones that look skeevy are actually honor roll students, you just can’t accomplish this in canonverse.

back to the royalty au, make it even better: the protag chases after the crown prince of the rival kingdom bc they’re sick of the constant fighting and border disputes and assorted nonsense, and also it’ll make their parents SO MAD. like romeo and juliet but nobody dies, they just fall in love and dare somebody to do something about it. i’d do kagehina for this, it’s hinata’s idea. “what if i just. married into their family? then we’d share everything, right? right?” he pipes up at a lame-ass strategy meeting talking about import taxes on the rivals, he’d rather be going on adventures but noooo he has to sit at a meeting, so he decides to put his foot down. and then he has to journey off to kageyama’s kingdom and somehow win his hand. that sounds fun as hell.

if i did make this canonverse, i feel like one character is essentially fake-dating the other to make the parents mad, like, they have an arrangement, the fake beau is getting free dinner out of it, but they end up charming the protag’s parents and instead of pissing them off the visit smooths things over and the protag character is really irritated but also kinda falling for the fake beau what the hell?? it all just completely backfires. give me ennotana for this. ennoshita hires the toughest-looking dude he knows to annoy his parents but his parents think tanaka’s a good influence on him, somehow. goddammit how dare he be so charming. this is nonsense.

thank you so much for letting me ramble incoherently, it’s 1:30 AM and this ain’t my best work but i had some giggles writing this so i hope you have some giggles reading it!!! :’)

[skittidyne]

this is for @kaiyouchan and i won’t explain why

Kenma couldn’t really be called ‘awake’ just yet. The morning is still grey and drab, full of fog and dew, like the day is still in the same semi-conscious state the little witch is in. 

Tetsurou has a lot of fondness for the quiet parts of the morning. There’s a ritual to it all, full of softness and silence, all of it drenched in familiarity. He’s never been able to replicate this kind of feeling with either of the tengu, not like this, not in the cottony parts of the morning, but that’s alright. Tetsurou hoards these mornings like precious gems. 

Kenma gets out of bed usually on his own (usually spurred on by Midna), but that’s about as much as he’ll do without further provocation. Tetsurou likes to think that the cat is on his side; she’s already been fed by the time she drags Kenma out of bed, so there’s no real reason except to get him upright and out in the kitchen. 

Tetsurou slides a bowl of fruit loops across the table as Kenma sits down. His eyes are still scrunched shut, nose a bit scrunched too, like the entire idea of consciousness still offends his dreaming mind. Kenma pours milk into his cereal with magic so he doesn’t have to move more than he must. It’s always best to give him a bit of sugar in the mornings, to help kickstart the waking process, Tetsurou has found. Cereal works as well as pancakes, if a little less fun to prepare. 

Tetsurou sets his chin in his hands and happily watches Kenma try to feed himself. He himself isn’t hungry yet; he usually doesn’t eat until whenever lunch is, as much as that varies; Tetsurou has his own routines, and he prefers them that way, despite Keiji’s occasional nagging. 

Kenma isn’t much more conscious by the time he’s worked through most of his breakfast. Tetsurou can only see a sliver of eye peer up at him, like he’s checking to make sure he’s present, before Kenma turns away again. His hair hasn’t quite grown out again, but it’s long enough to hide his eyes when he wants. 

(Not right now, though. It’s still unruly from bed - and the night before - and Kenma hasn’t bothered to brush it yet. For everyone who says Tetsurou’s hair is a mess, he’d like to point them to Kenma some time.) 

Kenma curls up on the couch, using Tetsurou as a pillow, and they both check the news and cat apps and email on Kenma’s phone. Tetsurou feeds the Neko Atsume cats for him, Kenma scrolls through news sites and taps out the accurate ones, and Kenma has dozed off again by the time Tetsurou is invested in a feel-good story about big cat cubs in an overseas zoo. The grey of the morning has turned to silver, then to bright pink and blue as the sun is well up over the horizon, but neither stir just yet. There’s no need yet. 

Midna, yet again, is the one to decide Kenma’s schedule. She jumps down onto his stomach from the back of the couch with little remorse, making him oof and hiss in pain. She meows directly in his face. 

“I think she says it’s morning time,” Tetsurou says quietly, not wanting to break the morning’s peace. 

“She kept me up last night,” Kenma petulantly replies, “so I’m still tired. Brat.” 

Midna meows again, then headbutts him, purring loudly. Tetsurou can’t help but chuckle. “It’s not her fault it stormed.” 

“How did I end up with two babies about loud noises?” 

“Hey, I’m good with thunder!” 

“You’re both still bad with fireworks and gunshots.” 

Tetsurou hums and doesn’t reply; Kenma certainly doesn’t push the issue. He’s never judged Tetsurou for that kind of thing, but neither will he shy from the topic, and it comes up from time to time without warning, like now. He doesn’t like to think about it. 

“Sorry,” Kenma murmurs. From this angle, Tetsurou can’t see his eyes, but his mouth has a hint of a frown in the corners. 

“You’re fine, you’re just cranky because your sleep was interrupted by a ball of fur and claws. Do I need to dress you too?” he coos. Kenma’s mouth immediately twists down into a scowl, but as he shifts around so he can glare up at Tetsurou, he knows the heavy bit has passed. 

They may be into the talking portion of the morning, but it’s still soft at the edges. 

They continue through their routine - Tetsurou does, Kenma goes along like a limp noodle. Speech doesn’t always equal ready for the day, and since there isn’t much on the plate for today, Tetsurou lets it slide. He kind of wishes his lazy days corresponded to Kenma’s, though. It’d be nice to lay around in bed and cuddle for an extra few hours, groggy and warm and extra affectionate. 

Eventually, Tetsurou drags Kenma into something close to clothing. He still doesn’t really see the difference between sweatpants and pajama pants, but he trusts Kenma’s preference, and he himself likes wearing soft pants out and about, too. They haven’t been able to find a size that perfectly fits both his hips and his long legs, but they’re trying, and Tetsurou doesn’t matter the exposed ankles when it’s warm out. 

It’s well past noon when they manage to leave. Kenma has pulled on that ridiculous hoodie with the pouch on the front that Tadashi had gotten him (as a joke, Tetsurou thinks, but he’d also given one to Suga, so maybe not) and Midna eagerly clambers in. It’s not as kangaroo-ish as Kei claims, but it’s still an overwhelmingly adorable sight. Kenma’s phone is full of pictures like this. 

(Midna goes along with it because she doesn’t have to wear her harness if she stays in the pocket. Tetsurou doesn’t understand the connection between witch and familiar, but it results in a spectacularly well-trained animal, he’ll give them that.) 

They walk instead of taking a broom or trying to squish onto the train. This way takes them through the shopping district, so while Tetsurou doesn’t know what’s on the list of today’s errands, he can guess. He window shops as they make their way toward the bookstore. 

Tetsurou considers it a bad omen when they find the part timers standing outside the store. 

Tadashi isn’t on shift, apparently, but Kei is, and his mood doesn’t seem to approve when he spots them. Not that that’s all that surprising or indicative of what’s going on inside, since that’s his default expression (disdain), but the others are worrisome. “Is Tadashi not here today?” Kenma asks as soon as they’re near enough. Midna pops her head out of the top of the pocket and the tall redheaded guy - Tetsurou thinks his name is Inuoka, or something, all he knows is that he’s the guy Tadashi accidentally turned into a werewolf - coos at her. She lays her ears flat and glares at him. 

“He caught something, I guess?” the werewolf guy volunteers after a cheery little wave. “Tsukki’s filling in for him!” 

“Don’t call me that.” 

“I borrowed a book from Sugawara from him. Can you return it?” Kenma asks. 

“Ah, Sugawara is actually...” Werepuppy makes a complicated hand gesture, seeming embarrassed, and Kei’s mood doesn’t improve, either. 

“What trouble has he started now?” Tetsurou asks with a dramatic sigh. Kenma inclines his head toward the store, and Tetsurou steps around him to investigate in his stead. 

Inside, he is surprised to see Suga here again. But more surprising than that is that that his beau is nowhere to be found. Yukie glances over to him, three sticks of pocky stuck in her mouth, and otherwise dismisses him. “Kuroo!” Suga calls as soon as he spots him, meaning Tetsurou can’t just back out of the store again. “Alright, you’re a neutral enough party. Settle something for us!” 

Yukie slurps down the pocky like they’re noodles. He doesn’t want to know how. “He’s not exactly a neutral party,” she points out. 

“We can’t use your coworkers, they’re too biased.” 

“What about the little witch who summoned him? He doesn’t like you.” 

“Now you’re just being rude,” Suga pouts. With a gesture and a running leap, he clambers up onto one of the bookshelves, peering over into the next aisle over. 

Something breathes a jet of fire back at him. 

“What the hell are you two up to in here?” Tetsurou groans. 

Yukie swipes the pomegranate smoothie off of the countertop and slurps it loudly as she sidles around to stand at his side. Suga spares them both a particularly dirty look. “So, there’s like, a thing here, and Koushi thinks he gets rights to it? Even though it’s not his store and it’s my job to eat trespassing creatures.” 

“Iwaizumi told me that Tooru told him that Kyoutani is missing a wrymling from his clinic. I’m not about to let her eat someone’s pet!” 

“That’s quite the chain of events,” Tetsurou remarks. 

“Also, it’s totally not a wyrmling,” Yukie adds with another slurp. 

“I think I know a wyrmling when I see one.” 

“It’s some kind of feral salamander.” 

“It’s definitely a wyrmling!” 

“It doesn’t have wings.” 

“You can see the wing joints, it’s just missing them right now. I think I know what amputated wings look like,” Suga exclaims, exasperated, and peeks down into the aisle again. More fire. 

“So you want me to guess at what this thing is?” Tetsurou asks, definitely not here for this kind of bickering. 

“No, you need to decide who gets it! Do you want me to return this to some poor soul who lost their pet?” Suga demands. 

“It’s setting the store on fire,” Yukie retorts. She finishes the smoothie with one last, extra loud slurp. (Tetsurou kind of wonders if hunger spirits are immune to things like brain freeze.) “Daichi would be ma-aa-ad,” she sings, taunting. 

Suga gives her a baleful, kicked puppy look. 

“Let’s see what this thing is,” Tetsurou breaks in, and he and Yukie sidle around bookshelves until he sees a squat, fat little reptile thing sitting in the middle of the aisle, happily gnawing on a selection of burnt romance novels. 

Tetsurou has never seen a salamander before, and he’d only seen a wyrmling once, years ago. 

“No clue, guys.” 

Both Suga and Yukie groan. 

“But I can help you catch it. I feel kinda bad for the books,” he adds. 

It takes an ingenious (read: ridiculous) mixture of sleep soot (who knew that shit was flammable?), levitation, another smoothie, Suga’s coat, and Yukie’s stockings to tie it off before the thing is angrily swaddled and definitely doused. It squirms and squeaks wetly, looking particularly sorry for itself, if such mystery creatures are capable of that kind of thing. 

And, because he’s good-hearted but stupid, Tetsurou stashes the thing under one arm and announced, “Alright, I’ll be taking this, then!” 

“Huh?” 

“We have to stop by the clinic later for Midna, so I can see if this little thing is the missing pet.” 

“You just want to eat it yourself,” Yukie accuses with narrowed eyes. Even Suga looks like he agrees. 

“That’s rude. I would never eat something that has the possibility of burning me from the inside-out.” If it’s not the pet, though, he thinks he may give it to Kei. He may have mellowed out on the spiritual diet front, but Tetsurou still feels the need to feed him whenever they see each other. 

Not that they need to know he’s sniping this for such a reason. 

“I’ll be calling Tooru later to check on that,” Suga says, relenting with a scowl. 

“You do that. Oh - but Kenma has a book to return to you. We borrowed it from Tadashi awhile back.” 

Suga trails him out of the store, to Yukie’s irritation. The part timers take in their sooty appearances and the angry reptile under Tetsurou’s arm, but none of them comment; with a shooing motion, they scurry back into the store to hopefully fix things before a less lax manager comes in to see the mess. 

Kenma’s eyes fix onto the mystery creature. To Tetsurou’s disappointment, he doesn’t immediately identify it, or even comment on it. Instead, he holds out a battered old notebook in Suga’s direction. 

“That little shit! I didn’t even know he had this!” Suga exclaims, affronted, and clutches at the notebook like he’s being reunited with something particularly valuable. It hadn’t even been that useful of a book. Kenma doesn’t comment, so neither does Tetsurou, though he does shift the angry little creature away from Kenma and Midna, just in case it decides to start spitting fire again. 

After Suga leaves, and Kenma drags Tetsurou away from the bookstore before more can happen, Kenma quietly says, “You get into trouble a lot.” 

“Nah, this is just another regular day.” 

“Not really.” 

“Sleepy morning, extra cuddles, running errands with a cat and running into magical mayhem? Yeah, it’s a normal day.” 

“We have other, more normal days.” 

“Do not.” 

“Do too.” 

Tetsurou grins, and tries not to laugh at Kenma’s face when he realizes they’ve lapsed into another one of their little arguments. He always does the scrunchy nose thing when he does. “We can try again tomorrow for a ‘normal’ day, whatever that means.” 

“...Kay,” Kenma sighs, and reaches over to grab Tetsurou’s free hand. “Tomorrow, then.”