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julianalvarez9 · 1 year

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sundays are for lunch at the messi's / pedri

requests: podrías escribir otro de pedri x reader argentina? el otro me encanto 😭😭😭 & pedri and childhood best friend reader??? 🫶🏽😭

pairing: (argentinian) messi!reader x pedri (childhood friends to lovers)

author's note: the ages don't make sense but I DON'T CARE THIS IS FICTION.

summary: pedri and you had been friends for the longest time, so you don't need to introduce him to your parents, they already know him. but there's a slight change of titles that they're not aware of, and you need to face.

wc: 2k words.

you've lived in barcelona your whole life.

you're accustomed to it all: the good and the bad. the recognition on their faces when your last name is heard, the little gasps and whispers that came with it. you never liked it, of course, but there's nothing you could do about it. you're aware that anyone that has ever come close to you always wants something. when you're 15, and all you want to do is be normal, be like the other girls, it's hard. but there's one person who never saw you as anything else than just a little girl, sometimes too shy for her own good, but who was always down to play with him if it involved football.

pedri has been by your side ever since your father brought you to ciutat esportiva one time as a kid. you were meant to just stay in the bench, "total es un rato, sí?" (it's just for a bit, yeah?), your father had promised, but being 9 years old, your legs can carry you anywhere you set your eyes to, especially when you’re bored. and, being the daughter of a football star, it’s only right for you to be drawn to a ball. you don't even see the kid with big, brown eyes and black hair at first: the owner, for sure.

"¿quieres jugar?" (do you want to play?) the kid, who looks just a bit older than you due to him being just a bit taller, kindly asks, and you only nod your head in affirmation. he passes the ball to you softly, not wanting to be too rough, and you surprise him greatly by passing it back to him in a smooth movement. “¿cómo te llamas?” (what's your name?) he questions, and you only reply with your name before asking for his.

not long after, your father comes looking for you. “creo que alguien te está buscando” (i think someone’s looking for you) pedri says, tilting his head to where your father is, although he doesn’t recognize him at first. leo’s smiling, like he always is, and you wave pedro goodbye before running towards your dad. your little friends sees the last name printed over your back, but he doesn't think anything of it. he has "messi 10" printed over his too.

“¿te estabas divirtiendo?” (were you having fun?) your father asks once you get to him, and he helps you put on the jacket that is, still, to big for you, but needed to provide the warmth the chill air had deprived from your little figure. your cheeks are blushed pink when you nod, but you hope he only thinks it's because of the cold.

but something had changed in all these years.

now you're holding his hand, hard, while he tries to drive you to your parents house. it isn't too far from where you're currently living, but if anything, that makes it worse when you're holding on to him for dear life, your nerves getting the best of you. it's not like they didn't know pedri. but that was the issue: your father knows him as his teammate, one of the promising youngsters raised in la masía just like he was once. the little kid who was kicking the ball with you that one time you had run away from his watch. not as his daughter's boyfriend.

"bonita, si esto te está poniendo mal…" (pretty girl, if this is making you this anxious…) he's the first one to talk when the traffic light goes red. his dark -but still warm- brown eyes are set on you, lovingly, while his thumb strokes your hand up and down in a calming gesture. you know he's trying to reassure you, and he'd be happy just to drop you off if you're not comfortable with the idea of presenting him as your partner, but you know it's not that.

"no, no. está bien. solo estoy un poco nerviosa" (no, no. it's okay. just a little bit nervous) you get to say, before pressing a soft kiss in the back of his hand that has him smiling widely. the light turns green again and he has to focus his eyes on the road once more, but not before trying to lighten up the mood. "ya me conocen" (they know me already) he jokes, and he's not wrong. except, there has been a slight change in the titles that your parents aren't quite aware as of yet.

"sí, como pedri, número 8 del barça. no como pedro, novio de su hija" (yeah, as pedri, barça's number 8. not as pedro, their daughter's boyfriend). he gulped, realization dawning on his face at understanding why you were as fidgety as you were: meeting your girlfriend's parents is a huge step in a relationship -not that he would have experienced it before, giving that you were his first-, but even more considering who your parents were. you would have laughed at him, if it wasn't because the nerves were engulfing you whole too. "bueno, si lo pones así…" (well, if you put it like that…).

sooner rather than later, you two arrived to your destination, and even if you wanted to stay in the car just for a bit longer, to feel a bit more prepared, your brothers had already heard the sound of the car and jumped straight out of the house to find you. they were a little surprised when pedri stepped out of the car after you, but given that they were avid barcelona fans due to your dad, they were the good kind of surprised: almost starstruck, which made you laugh.

the noise outside eventually drew your mother out, too, and antonela smiled widely at seeing that there would be one more person joining them. she genuinely loved organizing parties or family events, so the more, the better in her opinion. "¡que sorpresa, pedri!" (what a surprise, pedri!) she said, clapping excitedly. your boyfriend straightened again, after squatting down to talk to your brothers more closely. "bienvenido, pasá, hay lugar para todos" (welcome, come in, there’s room for everyone) she encouraged, and you both got closer to greet her with a kiss on the cheek, before the six of you went inside.

it doesn't come as a surprise to you that everyone is pleased with his arrival. it's almost like you're erased to a second place, and you're happy with it, never one to thrive in the spotlight. pedri, on the other hand, loves it. loves to chat happily with your mom when she asks him about how training has been, loves to follow your three little brothers when they beg him to play some football with him. your father is in the backyard, so occupied with grilling the meat -as he did every sunday, maintaining the ritual of making asado even if he was miles away from his dear argentina- that he doesn't think any of the noise.

"así que vos y él…" (so you and him…) your mother inquires once it's just you and her, and just a nod from your part does it for her. antonela has been your relationship's number one supporter even before you two realized you liked each other. she just knew, as she puts it. "te mira como me mira tu papá" (he looks at you just like your dad looks at me) she had gushed one day, and you could never brush the comment of your mind ever since. two weeks later, pedri actually confessed his feelings for you after scoring an important goal for the team, saying "fue para tí. cada uno de mis goles, siempre fueron para tí” (it was for you. every one of my goals, they always were for you).

this was something you didn’t consider could be a problem before: your dad knew him. he was used to seeing you two together often, as you were the closest friends before starting to date officially. pedri being invited by you to a family lunch wasn’t that weird, even if it hadn’t happened before -and that should be enough indication that something had changed-. but apparently, not for leo messi, who remained clueless.

the lunch goes smoothly: you two are laughing with your parents, and everyone seems to be having fun. sometimes his hands find your leg in a reassuring way, or your hands find his to calm his nerves a little, but it's all under the table: no one sees. at least, when they're all seated at the table. but soon enough, your two little brothers, mateo and ciro, grow impatient, and they leave the table to go play football. that's when they see.

"¿por qué pedri y vos están agarrados de la mano como papá y mamá?" (why are pedri and you holding hands like mom and dad do?) ciro asks, and mateo, who is normally the mischievous one, holds his hand against his mouth, like trying to keep the secret from spilling out his lips, even though it's too late.

antonela only grins, but since she already knew from before, she whips her head to see her husband's reaction. you do something similar, switching your focus to pedro, who instead has his face drained from color, blood clearly gone to his legs in case he needs to run for his life, kind of a fight-flight reaction. and even before thinking about it consciously, he knows he's not fighting lionel messi. no matter how much he loves you.

"¿por qué todos me miran a mí?" (why are you all looking at me?) your father frowns, and he genuinely looks dumbfounded. you don't want to say you're expecting him to lift from his chair and grab him by the neck, because he's not like that, and above all, he knows pedro is a good guy, but still, his reaction takes you by surprise. even more than his following words. "ya sabía!" (i already knew!).

now it's your turn to have the blood drained from your face, not having expected this answer from him. how did he know already? you were careful of not being pictured with him alone, deciding it was best to spend the day at your house, or at his, to avoid any pictures from leaking. you didn't even hang out outside if there weren't some of your mutual friends with you, to avoid suspicions. you knew pedri drawn attention, even more so now that he was a permanent feature in the starting eleven, but you two figured that it wouldn't exactly help that your last name was messi.

"¿qué significa que ya sabías?" (what does it mean that you already knew?)

he laughs, clearly amused with your reaction, and then begins to explain. "bueno, para empezar, no es como que gavi sea precisamente callado al hablar" (well, for starters, it's not like gavi's the most quiet guy to talk) he says, and pedri, by your side, laughs. gavi was one of the few that knew about you two -if not, the only one- and pedri curses him for being so careless. "que cabrón" (what an idiot) he mutters under his breath, and you turn to smile at him, which he reciprocates. "y después, vos, pedri" (and then, you, pedri) leo begins again, and it has your boyfriend's eyes diverting from you, once again. "no es como si no viera que cada vez que hacés un gol, apuntas al palco de mí familia" (it's not like i don't see that every time you score, you point at my family's box).

"¿y no te molesta?" (and you're not bothered?) you ask, but this time you're afraid of the answer. it's not like he can forbid you from dating pedro, or to date in the first place, but still, you care because it's your father. and it's his teammate.

"para nada. lo supe desde que te escapaste para jugar a la pelota con él" (not at all. i knew it since you ran away to play football with him) he says, and you try to hide your burning cheeks from everyone's eyes with your hands, but it's no use.

"sabía que te habías enamorado de mí ese día!" (knew you had fallen in love with me that day!) pedri quips, and you hit his arm jokingly, too embarrassed to admit that, yeah, little 9 years old y/n messi had fallen in love with pedro gonzalez at first sight.

#football imagines #football imagine #football x reader #pedri x reader #pedri imagine #pedri x you #pedri gonzalez x reader #pedri gonzalez imagine

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sunkenma · 2 years

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a lucky idiot

in which you learn about the way iwaizumi hajime loves, as told by his best friend.

871 words, fluff

“has iwaizumi ever fallen in love?” oikawa chokes on the water he's currently chugging down, clearly caught off guard by the unexpected question. after a handful of coughs, struggled breaths, and smacks to his back, he hoarsely responds, “i think so, yeah. why are you asking?”

“i’ve never seen him fawn over anyone. how do you know he’s loved someone?” you reply, a huff of frustration hanging off the tip of your words. subtle, but not subtle enough for oikawa. “i don’t think he’s the type to show it.”

oikawa follows your gaze over to his best friend, resting on the figure that stands in the middle of your living room with a vacuum in hand. despite the occasional grunt and complaint that could be distinguished from the machine’s deafening white noise, iwaizumi is diligently cleaning your apartment.

“he does,” oikawa says nonchalantly, unable to resist the smirk that tugs at his lips when your head whips over to look at him from the corner of his eye. “you just have to look between the lines.”

he sighs exasperatedly when he sees your face contort in confusion, leaning closer to you across the table. “listen carefully.”

“when iwaizumi loves someone, he does everything in his power to make their life easier,” he begins, numerous memories flooding in his mind before playing back like an old film.

in his head, he sees college senior iwaizumi buzzing through the grocery store like an agitated bee. behind him was oikawa, who was visiting from argentina at the time. he trailed behind with the shopping cart in tow, its contents enough for one to assume that iwaizumi was preparing a feast.

“you don’t have to buy all of this for me, iwa. i promised to treat you, rememb—“

“these aren’t for you,” iwaizumi shot him down with one savage swipe, his back turned so he couldn’t see the way oikawa stuck his tongue out at him.

“they’re for a friend… they’re not feeling well so i’m picking groceries up for them,” iwaizumi’s voice was hushed and almost subdued but still enough for oikawa to take note.

a friend you say, he thought. it wasn’t until a few days later when he finally met said friend—you.

“he’s okay with words, but he prefers to let his actions speak for him,” oikawa continues.

his memories take him back to the time you got stood up by your date at the movie theatre, tearfully calling iwaizumi and asking him to pick you up. at the time, he was on a regularly-scheduled call with oikawa. he had hung up prematurely, leaving oikawa to grumble and swear at the dial tone.

“hey sorry. just came back from dropping my friend off,” iwaizumi’s text read a couple hours later. by then, oikawa was settled in bed, his phone balanced precariously between his hands over his head as he attempted to fight the tug of slumber enough to reply.

“it’s been a few hours though. what were you doing?”

“we watched the movie they were supposed to see. got food after,” read iwaizumi’s reply.

"so… you were the rebound that took them on a date instead?” oikawa teased.

“man, shut the fuck up,” oikawa hollered at his best friend’s response, the sleep that once clouded him now slowly retreating. before he could reply, a second message from iwaizumi popped up.

“it’s not like that.”

then… what is it like, iwaizumi?

“he does things without being asked. to him, the best way to make that special someone happy is by making life less stressful for them,” oikawa finishes, taking note of the way you nod as if you've reached some kind of revelation. and for his best friend's sake and his own sanity, oikawa really hopes you have.

he hopes that you're thinking back to earlier today, when iwaizumi first stepped foot in your apartment and immediately fussed over the state of your living room. you had snapped back at him, telling him that you were too swamped with work lately to catch up on house chores. and thus without a word or even a request on your side, iwaizumi walked over to your storage closet to pull out the vacuum cleaner and tidy up.

“if you put it that way, iwaizumi is actually really sweet,” you smile softly, leaning your chin against your arm as it rests against your dining table. you focus your attention on your college best friend, watching as he battles against the mess in your living room. your eyes follow him as he neatly folds your throw blankets and fluffs your pillows, effectively making your home a little more welcoming than when he first came in.

“whoever iwaizumi falls in love with is one lucky person,” your voice is wistful, a sense of longing dripping from your tone. oikawa would be a fool not to catch it.

but he does, looking at you incredulously as he realizes that every subtle hint he just laid out on the table for you passed right over your head. deducing that he's in a room full of idiots, he resists the urge to flick your forehead at that very moment.

but instead, he nods in defeat. “yeah. a lucky idiot, to be exact.”

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mavrintarou · 2 years

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[5:05PM] Iwaizumi Hajime A/B/O

Not sure when I had hit 1K followers... but I DID! Honestly, I'm still flabbergasted that people enjoy my crazy unprofessional writing! So, here's my first Iwa story!

Warning: A/B/O au; alpha Iwa (that was a given); mild angst (probably not even mild); explicit smut (c'mon lol)

Iwaizumi Hajime should have known something was up when Shittykawa wanted to go to the bar. He would give vague answers as to where Mattsukawa and Hanamaki was.

He was slightly surprised to see half the bar reserved for him, with a giant HAPPY BIRTHDAY IWA! sign but what really took all the surprise out of him was seeing a specific person at the table among the others.

Y/l/n Y/n.

He hasn’t seen her in years and to make up for all those years, she was all he could see at the current moment.

He blinks, unsure if he was really seeing her until she smiled and he knew, she was really there.

He sat across but diagonal from her and could not keep his eyes off of her.

In the midst of the moment, his mind could only wonder what happened to them?

They met during their first year of high school at Aoba Johsai. Y/n was new to Japan due to her father being stationed in Japan for military work.

Her school ID card had the Alpha symbol next to her name and was one of the many alpha females in the school.

She was Hajime’s only female friend.

Even though she was an alpha, she did not express common physical alpha traits. She was much smaller than the other female alphas but when it came to dominance mentality and emotionally, she was stronger than the rest.

Towards the end of their third year, Hajime was slapped with reality that their time was running short. Oikawa was heading to Argentina right after high school while Matsukawa and Hanamaki was undetermined with their goals. Hajime knew for sure he wanted to go to college.

Y/n…

He noticed their one on one was slowly disappearing. She made less and less time for him and was always ‘gone’.

For a few times during their third year, she was on a short leave, returning back to her home country for personal reasons before returning.

She wanted to complete her high school at Aoba Johsai with them.

The night they lost to Karasano was the one game Y/n was not present.

In a way, Iwa was glad she didn’t see him play or witness his emotional breakdown.

He would never tell another soul how he had another breakdown after parting ways with Oikawa.

When he got closer to home, a sweet alluring scent hit his nostrils…

And he was confused when it was coming from the person waiting at the gate entrance to his home.

Y/n.

“Iwa…”

He breaks out of his zone, “sorry, what?”

“Cheers man, why are you so out of it on your birthday?” Hanamaki slaps him on the shoulder. “We must celebrate!” He raises a glass at Y/n, “it’s nice to see our little crew again. To Iwa!”

“To Iwa!”

His eyes did not leave Y/n, he watched her finish her mug of beer.

She was avoiding eye contact.

She stands up and Iwa panics for a second there before she assures, “I’m going to run to the restroom, be right back.”

She returns a few minutes later and Iwa swears something minty is in the air.

“Iwa-chan, what are you goals now that you’re getting closer to thirty?” Oikawa asks, swirling his drink. “Are you finally going to settle down?”

Mattsun nudges the birthday boy and winks, “don’t think I don’t smell that omega’s pheromones on you.”

Hajime exhales, annoyed. He looks over at Y/n who is staring right at him with go-on-tell-us-more-about-this-omega look.

“Y/n,” Hajime calls her name.

Her expression shifted, confused before answer, “yes, Iwa-chan?”

“How’ve you been?” he asked, diverting the attention to her. “You like disappeared off the face of the earth.”

After high school, they all lost contact with her. They were unable to find any social medias of hers.

“After high school… I went back home to the States. My dad retired from the military just for me to join.”

“You’re in the military!” They all shouted.

“Yes, that is why I could not talk to some of you for a while because I was in a restricted area.”

“Are you… done now?” Oikawa asked, sipping his beer.

She shrugs her shoulder, “I did my time and now I’m out.”

“What are you – what are you going to do now?” Hajime inquired.

“Find a job… I’m just living off of my savings from when I was in the military.” She tips her mug back, finishing the remaining beer she had left. “Going to go to school now, I guess?”

“How did you get here?” Hajime inquired as they begin to leave.

Y/n grabs a helmet out of nowhere, showing him. “My baby.”

“I know, our Y/n is so cool.” Oikawa chuckles, he leans his weight onto Hajime, “it is so nice to see you again.” He nudges his friend, “Iwa here missed you the most.”

A small smile on her lips, “I miss you guys too. You’ve all grown a lot.”

“Like… physically?” Mattsun question, patting his belly.

Hajime shrugs Oikawa off, “you shouldn’t be driving and riding, you were drinking.”

Y/n sighs, “I know. I’m going to explore the town here on foot to sober up, wanna come?”

Hajime watched her stare off into the quiet yet loud nightlife of Tokyo.

“Here,” he hands her a drink. ��You still like those sugar drinks, right?”

“Of course,” she smiles, twisting off the cap. “Glad you remember.”

Hajime tipped his drink back, finishing it in one go and crushing the can. “I remember everything about you.”

Y/n looks at him, feeling that there was more to his words.

“I remember how I felt when you disappeared after the day, we lost to Karasano and our only chance to going to Nationals.” He paused; breath hitched. “You were so cruel. I went to your house, and it was vacant.” He fumbles with the crush can in his hands, “no one knew where you went, or even your family. Your phone was deactivated. There was absolutely no way to contact you.”

“Hajime…”

“Did I – did I mean so little to you?”

“Hajime,” Y/n calls his name sternly yet carefully. His jaw tightens before looking at her as if he is bracing for the truth that he’s been waiting for. “I was in love with you.” Her eyes flicker, “in fact I’m still in love with you.”

It was almost as if he knew that all along, he didn’t flinch when she confessed. Instead, without hesitation, he asked, “then why did you leave?”

Y/n lets out a half chuckle half sigh, “I was an alpha then.” Hajime frown and she continued, “the female in my family has history of first turning being false positive alphas.” Her fingers itch to touch his, “I had a really late second turning – during our third year. That was why… I was always gone.”

Memories flooded of the times when she would randomly be missing for more than three days. She would return and say she had to return back home.

Y/n looks up at him with soft eyes, “you see,” she swallows, “I am an dominant omega.”

One second.

Two second.

Three second.

Four second.

Five second.

“So?”

Her brows knitted together in confusion. “What – what do you mean so? You loath omega, Jime.”

For any dominant alphas, it had it’s many perks however, it only takes one bad experience to change all that.

After his second turning determined what everyone already knew, a dominant alpha, he never really minded or had any issues when it came to omega’s pheromones.

Until they started forcing their pheromones on him to make him go into rut.

When Y/n met him during their first year, she was extremely intimidated by him until a school project put them together as partners.

Hajime initially thought she was an omega and nearly chewed up the teacher’s throat until he saw her nametag that was hidden behind her long hair – that she was an alpha.

“Is that why you left?” Her silence was his answer. “You left because you thought I would hate you if you turned into an omega?”

“You told me – “

Hajime holds a hand up, stopping her, “I – I know what I told you years ago Y/n, but I was young and dumb. I cannot believe… that was the reason why you left me all this time?” His other hand whipped behind her head, pulling her into his arms. His heart softens at the feel of her arms wrapping around his waist. “I don’t hate you,” he whispers, “I don’t hate you; I promise.”

Being an adult and going back to college with younger people was a challenge Y/n faced.

It wasn’t because she couldn’t make friends, it was quite the opposite.

Everyone wanted to be her friend.

“Hey Y/n,” Tadashi greeted, taking a seat beside her.

Y/n hid her annoyance, not just at the nice kid but overall. She wore a bucket hat and thick rim glasses with her facemask with hopes she would just get through the day without any of the younger classmates hounding her down.

“Hey.” She whispers.

“Mind if I sit her?”

You’re already sitting, she thought to herself. There were also plenty of empty seats as well.

“Sure.”

Y/n did not want to show any ounce of affection to Tadashi – she didn’t want to give him the wrong idea if she did so. Many has mistaken her friendliness as otherwise.

But Tadashi Yuta has been genuinely kind to her. Helping her with contents she didn’t understand and the homework.

He didn’t make her feel uncomfortable or feel inferior because of their different second gender.

Even so, Y/n was still weary with him, he is a dominant alpha but has yet to release any of his pheromones on her.

“Y/n,” she looks up from zipping up her backpack, “do you want to go grab dinner with me?”

She was caught off guard, “I – I’m meeting someone for lunch already. Sorry.”

He gives her a smile, two dimples appearing on his cheeks. “It’s alright, how about next time?”

She felt herself blush; all of suddenly, smitten by his charms. Tadashi is cute, she’ll admit that much. “Sure, I’d like that.”

He steps forward, even closer than he already is and reaches to push some hair off her shoulders and combing it behind her ear. “Me too.”

“You smell.”

Y/n sniffs herself, “no I don’t?”

Hajime stepped forward; nose pressed to her neck before Y/n pushes him back. He glares at her, “someone was scenting you?”

“No?” She answered defensively, sniffing the collar of her shirt. She was not able to smell a different scent. “A classmate just sat… by me.” She wasn’t sure why she was even explaining herself. If Tadashi was scenting her, she would have known.

Her mind flashes to earlier when Tadashi had reached to push her hair away. Could his scent have rubbed onto her then? Even then, she could not smell him.

A brow hiked up, “a male alpha?”

Getting frustrated at being interrogated, “yes, his name is Tadashi, and he is my friend!”

Hajime remained silent the rest of the walk to the restaurant he chose.

Y/n would occasionally sniff herself, still unable to smell whatever he accused of. She wasn’t sure why he was even upset in the first place.

They were just friends even after she’s told him that she was in love with him.

Since that night, they remained neutral with each other.

“What’s wrong? Does your food not taste good?” Y/n asks with a mouth full of food. He’s been sitting there with his arms crossed, food untouched.

He shakes his head before digging into his ramen silently.

“Why are you… upset?” Y/n finally asks after watching him for a minute eating and sulking.

“I’m not upset, just irritated.”

“Okay, so why are you irritated?” She reworded her sentence.

Hajime knew he was being childish. “I just… don’t like it when others scent you.”

Y/n exhales, “he didn’t scent me, okay? I remembered that he brushed my hair off my shoulder earlier, that was it.”

He was not satisfied with that assurance. “I don’t trust this friend of yours still.”

“Friend?”

“You called him your friend earlier.”

Y/n’s mouth drops for a second, recalling her words. “He’s not a friend-friend like that… just an… acquaintance.”

“Ouch, I thought we were friends Y/n.” Her head whipped up, seeing Tadashi stand beside her with a smile. “You were talking about me, right?” He looks over at Hajime and held a hand out, “hello, I’m Tadashi Yuta, Y/n’s acquaintance.”

Hajime stands up, and takes the outreach hand, “Iwazumi Hajime, Y/n’s friend.”

“He plays volleyball for your university.” Hajime informs watching the younger man walk away after crashing their dinner. He recognizes that face as one of his colleague’s patients.

His annoyance was rising by the second that Tadashi was on Y/n’s other side as they talked about homework and lecture. He wasn’t blind to the younger man’s advances, purposedly brushing against her arm. He can smell Tadashi on her now, more prominent now. The younger man knew what he was doing, completely trying to leave a clear message for Hajime.

That Y/n was his.

“Oh. I didn’t… know?” Y/n said truthfully. She knew little about Tadashi other than he was in two of her three classes.

“He’s an alpha.”

Y/n nod her head with an obviously look, “that, I know.”

“Do you like him?”

She glances at him from the corner of her eyes, “seriously, Jime?”

He returns the same look, “well, do you?”

“Hajime, if you don’t shut up and drop this topic right now… I might just like him.”

Something hits her and she freezes in her spot.

“What?” Y/n feels herself submitting to his tone. He steps in front of her, towering over her. “You’ll do what?”

“Ha – ji – jime…” she utters, feeling his pheromones emitting. This was her first time feeling it as Hajime had great control over his pheromones. She looks up at him, struggling to level her breathing. With every last ounce of control she had left before she would pounce on him, she shoved him. “Stop!”

His whole demeanor changed, and he blinks.

“What – what is wrong with you?” Her voice cracks. Her chest heaves with each breath. Her body tingles with his pheromones and she shakes her head before leaving him stunned in his spot.

Two different dildo sizes lay by her feet as she pumps the third one, the biggest one she has into her pussy, finding any sort of relief. Her other hand rubs her clit, and she feels the much-needed orgasm nearing.

Her toes curls and her heels dig into the mattress as she reaches her climax. “Jime…”

She curls into a ball on her side, whimper as the third release has done nothing to sedate her ache.

“I’m so tired…” she mumbles to herself tiredly before slipping into slumber.

Hours later, Y/n wakes up to her phone buzzing and stares at it while it rings. She was too tired to look to see who was calling her and just when she was about to close her eyes again, the phone buzzed again, this time, along with her door bell.

“Y/n!” Pounding on her door followed shortly. “Y/n I know you’re in there! I can hear your phone. Open the door.”

Weakly lifting herself up into a sitting position, she was still naked on her bed, on her nest. Having a better view of her phone, she can see Hajime’s name on her screen.

“Y/n! Are you okay?” His voice is loud and clear, “please… just… tell me you’re okay.”

She walks over to the door, not bothering to dress and her forehead gently thuds against the cool door. “I’m fine, Hajime.”

She doesn’t hear him on the other side and was about to speak when he whispers loud enough for her, “you’re in heat?”

It was her turn to stay quiet, her eyes widen, and she was about to step away from the door when he continues, “I can smell you.” He growls, “I can smell you, Y/n… you smell… so fucken good.”

Her legs press together to the ache between her legs. “Go – go home… I’ll be fine.”

“Let me help you.”

“No.” Yes, she wanted to yell.

“Y/n, open the door, let me… let me help you.” He sounded just as desperate as she did.

Her body acted faster than her brain, a hand turned the bolt lock and push the door handle, giving him access.

The door opens, the light in the hallway lights up her doorway, lighting her naked body up like a spot light.

“Fuck,” he growls, stepping in and locking the door. He doesn’t even take off his shoes and closes the distance between them, cupping her face and pressing his lips to hers hungrily.

“You’re so beautiful…” he whispers, “you have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this…”

Y/n leans into his palm, “take me, Jime… I need you… please…”

“It won’t be this once, Y/n… if I… if I take you – you are mine forever.” He growls, barely controlling himself as her smell is clouding his mind. His cock is rock hard and ready to burst against his skinny jeans. “Will you give yourself to me for life?” His mouth hovers over hers, “will you submit to me? Let me mark you?”

“Yes,” she breaths, looking up at him. “I’ve only ever wanted you…”

Hajime lifts her up easily, walking towards her small bed. He lays her on her bed and his eyes catches a glimpse of the toys on her bed. He reaches for the biggest dildo, holding it up, “did this satisfy you at all?”

She could sense the jealousy from him and reaches to palm his bulge that was visible against his skinny jeans. “No, Jime… not even close.” She undoes the belt buckle and unbuttons his pants, letting his thick and long cock spring free. She glances at the dildo in his hand and then back at his.

He smirks and she her heart nearly skipped, he brings the dildo and compares it to his. “No wonder it didn’t satisfy you…”

The dildo was a whole inch shorter this his and wasn’t nearly as thick as his.

“This is the last time you’re using these,” he growls, grabbing all the dildos and tossing it behind him. He grabs the back of his shirt and tugs it off, also tossing it aside. His fingers glides along her slit and he groans, “you’re so wet…” he slips two fingers inside easily before slipping a third one.

Y/n widens her legs, grabbing his wrist, “more… I need more…”

Hajime grins, ready to serve. “Scoot up, babe.” She crawled back until her head rest on her pillow and spread her legs, invitingly. He stands up quickly to shrug out of his too-tight jeans and boxers before setting back on the bed and between her legs. “I… don’t have a condom with me.”

She brushes her legs over his muscular thighs, urging him closer, “I don’t have any… but I trust you.” Her hand brushes his define abdomen to his pectorals. “You’re so beautiful.”

He catches her wrist and nudges the tip of his cock against her core. “I could say the same thing for you.” He lifts her legs, angling her differently to slowly thrust, only stopping when the tip has made it’s way past her entrance. “You’re so tight…” He gently pushes further and further, feeling her walls expand to accommodate his cock. “Relax… you wanted more,” he teases.

She lets out a shaky breath at the same time, relaxing her body to welcome his intrusion. “Jime… you’re so big…”

He snaps his hips at the last inch, making her whimper. He doesn’t waste a second and begins a steady pace. “It’s all yours… just as…” he grabs her waist, “this pussy is mine… all mine.”

“Yes! Yes! All yours!” she cries, holding on to his wrists.

He leans over to take a pucker nipple into his mouth, suckling and nipping. Something inside of snaps and he thinks about how full and luscious her tits would be with milk when he breeds her. Fill her with his seed. Implant his baby inside of her, his mate, his life.

“Ah! Jime – you – you got bigger!”

He has never imagined a family in his life being that he has a career that he was too passionate about to settle down.

Hajime wasn’t not in rut; he cannot knot her this time but will when the time comes. He will and will knot her over and over until he has bred her. Will not stop until she is round with his baby. And babies.

He looks up, still suckling her poor nipple. Her moans and whimpers are enough for him to change his mind in a heartbeat.

He needed her.

“I’m so close…” she didn’t need to tell him, he could feel how her walls are tightening and that only pushed him to do what he is meant to do, serve, and satisfy his omega.

Hajime grabs her legs, pressing them down onto her chest – putting her in a matting press before he snapped his hips fast and hard. He was close himself, feeling himself expand even though he won’t knot.

“Gonna cum so hard inside your sweet pussy, love… going to put a baby inside of you.” She nods her head, whimpering and saying something he couldn’t comprehend.

“I love you, Jime…”

Pressing her further into her bed, he kisses her until his hips still and he groans. His body shakes and tremble as her bed rattles against the wall. Lewd and gushing noise echo the room as he slowly continues to thrust. He kisses her softly, “I love you too…” he whispers breathless. “I love you Y/n.”

“The female in our family has to join the military when they reach a certain age. It’s a family tradition.” Y/n explained, head resting on his arm. She looks up at him, “I had to go back home because I needed to do paperwork and physical training.”

“When did you find out you are an omega?”

“Three days after I enlisted into the military. By law… only alphas are allowed, and I was an alpha then…”

“You stayed in the military as an omega?!”

Y/n flinched at his outburst. “I learned to hide my pheromones. When my heat came, I took a break – the nurse, who knew I was an omega, would lock me up in a room that they use for alphas during ruts to ride out my heat.”

Hajime pulls her into his arms, rolling her on top of him. “You’re so crazy. None of those bastards touch you, did they?”

She shakes her head, kissing him on the lips. “No, I always kicked their asses if they got close to me.”

He smiles against her lips, “that’s my girl.”

E/N: I have completed a/b/o stories for Sakusa, Suna and Kita as well, you can find it in my master list 😊

>>> @erintaro @callmeraider @chaotic-fangirl-blog @eadyladlegard @wolffmaiden

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu iwaizumi #haikyuu iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi angst #iwaizumi hajime smut #haikyuu oikawa #iwaizumi fanfic #a/b/o universe #haikyuu a/b/o

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imabiscuitinthousandworlds · 1 month

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hey can u tell me abt ball point pen history

OH BOY DO I EVER!!!

The first patent for ballpoint pens was granted in 1888. Specifically on the 30th of October, to one John J Loud. It was supposed to be able to write on coarser surfaces that a fountain pen could not.

However, this very first version of a ballpoint pen sucked balls. It was not a design that could not write on paper. At all. Also, the ink tended to either leak (in summer) or freeze (in winter) Mind, I only have one specific source on this model right now but. There's a reason they were yet to be used for a long time. Over the next couple decades, a few people tried to chime in with suggestions for improvement but Loud kept a tight wrap on those patents.

No profit was made from Loud's original version of a ballpoint pen. But, you know, technically it still existed.

Now, early 20th century. Enter László Biró, a newspaper editor who was frustrated about all the smudging ink from fountain pens and his dentist brother-with-chemical-knowledge György. Biró (already seeing the resemblance to some slang here) watched newspapers being printed and dry very, very quickly and went "actually, You Know What".

What they figured out was that to use ink that dries fast in a pen, you need a pen that prevents the ink from drying fast inside of said pen. Therefore, they spent Quite A While figuring out a mechanism to allow inkflow while preventing it from drying and clogging up inside. 1938, they filed for a British patent.

1941, the Biró brothers left Hungary due to its support of Hitler (based) and eventually settled in Argentina, where they founded/developed a new brand of ballpoint pens with their friend Juan Jorge Meyne and filed a new, better patent in 1943.

Now this is where things get messy and my sources differ sliiightly but considerably enough to be confusing.

One the one hand, you have two companies, Eversharp Co and Eberhard Faber Co teaming up to license this Birome pen in the USA.

Around the same time, a bit later, some American fuckhead, also known as Milton Reynolds gets a hold of a Biró pen and gets a whiff of sales money immediately. He goes back to the US and starts his own company. This is Absolutely Not A Copyright Infringement since he's selling an altered copy only loosely based on those Birome pens. Definitely. Absolutely.

I mean, to be fair, it was in fact different enough to count as its own brand. And it skipped and leaked and did not live up to user expectations. But neither did Eversharp/Faber's pens, and both companies were constantly caught up in their beef that both companies went down like a lead balloon.

Eventually, Parker Pens got out the first proper design that, you know, actually worked as intended (and was, I think, actually licensed to Birome pens), and a little later Bich, then shortened to Bic, made a design that actually offered quite some precision. This was around the 1940s/1950s when ballpoint pens now finally, actually, permanently came in use (Bic around the 60s I believe) and I love them.

Keep in mind, though, I only used three sources, one of those Wikipedia, and picked through slight contradictions to figure out what makes sense and is the most likely, so take this with a grain of salt.

For the initial purposes of my research, however, this was more than sufficient. (I needed to know if I could have a character in the 30s click a pen. Since they were still pretty much not in use back then, she got to twirl a pencil instead. It was one tiny sentence.)

Thank you for asking! It's my favourite piece of niche knowledge to whip out at random and the only one I can support with dates and names, though I did have to read up on my bookmarked pages. I am waiting for the day when I finally play powerpoint karaoke and get the topic of ballpoint pens. Please let this happen, it would be so funny. Uno uno (<- prayer of my friend group).

#a biscuit's rambles #ballpoint pens #ballpoint pen history #the brand name birome was just biró and meyer mashed together and the british still call pens biros sometimes idk i like that bit #i also think its really funny how two companies had beef about this only to both fail LMAO

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Coming Home

Originally a fic request by @harlekin6 Pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes x FReader Rating: PG Warnings: Mentions of violence and blood. Words: 1,568 Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort Plot: Bucky ends a mission in Argentina with an exhaustion he hasn't felt in a very long time: Emotional. He thinks to go back to Wakanda, but he knows that he needs comfort after what happened. So instead, he goes to the one person he knows he can trust besides Sam: You Song inspiration: Blinding Lights by The Weeknd.

A/N: I worked on this one for quite a while, since I know very little about Bucky passed Winter Soldier. But I love you, Sunshine. You ask, you receive. I hope I did your white wolf justice.

All writings belong to @multiversemusings. Do not steal, repost as your own or take credit for my work. If you have a request, please put it in my inbox!

The mission had been a hard one this time. Usually when him and Sam took on these kinds of tasks there was no real threat; it was usually surveillance, infiltration and arresting the one who they were looking for. This time though, the arms dealers they were supposed to be tracking down had been tipped off by someone and they had heavier patrols up then they had been informed of. On the way in, he had been clipped by a bullet across his temple and it stung to the point that it was noticeable, so he reached up to touch the spot. As he pulled away his hand, the red staining his fingers sent him into a frenzy of actions. While he had managed to keep from losing control of himself as he would have in the past, he still hadn't been as easy on the dealers as he would have liked to be. However, when the PTSD triggered of losing his arm and everything that followed, he could barely hold himself back. No one had died, but he had hurt a couple of them to the point that they would have to be hospitalized before being questioned. After turning over the case to the branch they were working with in Argentina, Bucky headed back to the jet where Sam was waiting for him.

"Ready to go back to the pride that raised you, wolf?" Sam teased, seeing his partner was extremely stressed, in hopes of lightening the mood. "You gotta be easier on yourself, man, you didn't kill anyone. T'Challa will give you pointers for that."

Bucky smirked slightly as he sat down in the co-pilot seat and strapped in as his partner closed the hangar doors. He thought about his hut waiting for him back in the beautiful country that had taken him in as one of their own, the place that he now lived, but deep down he knew that he didn't call home. Because home was where he needed to go right now, especially because he knew Sam was right.

"Actually, can you drop me off at the compound?" the mak asked, getting a bit of a surprised look from the black male. "I think tonight I would rather be with someone rather than on my own. Silence is dangerous when I'm this deep in my own head."

"Silence? With goats around? Yeah alright man." The man snorted as Bucky shook his head, making a noise of amusement.

The man looked out the window as the jet took off, thinking about where he was planning to go now that the mission was over. His home was where she was, the woman with the hair as beautiful as her spirit and eyes as deep as endless oceans. He had met her at one of Stark's Christmas parties one year, when he had been so uncomfortable that every bone in his body said, 'screw the serum, this discomfort is painful' and reminded him of just how old he was. Just as he decided that he was going to leave for the night, she had approached him quietly, but with the confidence of someone who knew what they wanted. She had asked him if he was done being shy and hiding in the corner like a dog with its tail between its legs, given him a smile of invitation that made him remember who he used to be. That night had left them exchanging numbers and names, but only nicknames and aliases. Over time, he came to find out that she was a friend of Clint Barton's, a protege of Natasha Romanoff's and an agent in the field for a group that called themselves The Shadows. After corresponding for nearly a year after he got his new arm and was safe from being corrupted by the Winter Soldier programming thanks to Shuri and Tony, he had decided to try and become a little more serious with her and they began to see each other when they had time. It had been a bit difficult at first, with his fear of what he had been keeping him wary of how just how close he got and her past trauma with someone she loved and lost. On the second anniversary of their meeting however, when they had both been battle worn and she - with the softest voice he'd ever heard - asked him to stay as she held his metal hand in her own. That was the beginning of everything that they now had together. There were many nights of confiding in each other about their pasts, more frequent dates with the final exchange of their real names and a few physical encounters that left both of them anxious for more. And to him, she was the one he loved: She was his home. The two arrived back at the Avengers Compound sometime later, Sam landed the aircraft with the same precision that he flew his own wings. As the engines shut down, he took off his safety belts and the man did the same.

"Going to see your lady friend, old dog?" the man asked, smirking as the two got up and headed for the opened hangar door.

"You've been sitting on that since we left, haven't you?" he asked the man, finding himself smiling when Sam just grinned. "Well, I guess even a feather brain like you would know when they need to go back to their roost."

"I thought you called it a den."

"Bye, Sam." He said as he walked off, waving over his shoulder with his organic hand, making the man laugh.

Before anyone could stop him to ask about the mission, the man got onto his motorcycle and headed off away from the headquarters. It had been at least three months now since they last saw each other, and he hoped she was home. When he called her to inform her, he was going on a mission, she said that she would be home for a time. He hoped that The Shadows hadn't called her out because he didn't know where he would go if they had. The lights danced across the front of his bike as he rode down the long New York roads, heading to the edge of the city, reminding him of how a wolf would feel seeing the moon pouring down on the ground between the tree branches on the night of a full moon as it headed back to its den. Knowing there was someone there waiting for them, no matter how long they had been gone nor how far they went. He pulled down the country road, passing two long dirt driveways that lead to other houses that were hidden well behind the thicket of trees that lined the road, only indicated by mailboxes and recycling bins. He turned down the third driveway, going slow to not jar himself on the rough road and made his way to the cozy brick house situated not far from a pond. Not unlike him, she kept to herself when she wasn't in the field, not just because of her occupation but also because she didn't want to put anyone she cared about in danger. It had taken her a long time to trust that he would be okay if she let him come over to her place. The wars they had fought had hardened both of them, but it was a sharpness that also allowed them to finally show their softness to one another. They both understood loneliness. As he parked outside of the cabin, he put the kickstand down and turned off the bike, getting off of its seat. He unzipped his jacket as he headed to the front porch and up the steps to the front door which opened just as he got to it. The sight of her standing there in a white housecoat with her hair pulled up in a messy bun on the back of the back of her head made every ounce of tension that had been nestling in his bones melt away and he let out a breath of relief. He smiled warmly at her, which she returned with loving eyes and a warmth she reserved just for him, holding her arms out to him. He closed the distance between them without any of the hesitation that he had so many years ago and wrapped his arms around her waist as she hugged his shoulders, burying their faces in each other's necks. She smelt of juniper berries, lavender and sandalwood as he dared to hold her a little tighter to his body than he usually did.

"Welcome home, Wolf," she whispered to him warmly, gripping his shirt in her elegant fingers as she turned her head to kiss his cheek. "I had a feeling you may be here together, and I've been waiting for you."

"Thank you, Songbird," he whispered, almost breathlessly as he pulled back and looked at her beautiful eyes. He reached up, taking her face in his hands to pet her cheeks with his thumbs. When she rest her hands over his and gave him that same loving smile, he let a tear run down his face. "Thank you for everything."

He leaned in as she stood on her toes, still holding his wrists to meet him halfway and press their lips to a loving kiss. He was finally, truly home.

#marvel #mcu #falcon and the winter soldier #james barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #x female reader #my writing #friend request

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aerodaltonimperial · 5 months

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🧡⚰️ Darby surprises Hook after being radio silent on the flight home from Argentina?

(i got this one and went oooooooooooh 👀, haha, 🧡⚰️)

Instincts are what keep Hook from reacting; instincts, and the fact that he freezes when something startles him, soundless and tense. He doesn't even get his hand off the doorknob before his muscles clench in preparation, just stares at the room like ugly fluorescent and the figure sitting on the couch, fingers laced behind his head and elbows splayed wide.

"Hi," Darby says, as Hook tries to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Hook asks. They're in Oklahoma, and he's due out with Orange and the Best Friends with Renee in, like, five minutes.

"Making an unexpected visit."

"No shit," Hook says. "You went dark for weeks."

"I was climbing mountains," Darby points out.

"Yeah, and even those mountains have decent 4G at this point, so don't give me that bullshit."

Darby's expression sort of wrinkles as his eyes slide to the side. "Well, I was thinking."

"And you couldn't send a text between thoughts?" Hook asks. "Normally you're a lot better at multi-tasking."

"I was thinking about you."

Hook scoffs. "And again, I repeat, a fucking text would have been nice. As far as I knew, you'd fucking died in some kind of avalanche. What the fuck, Darby."

Darby stands, pushing up off the couch cushions. He shoves his hands into the pocket of his hoodie and gets to the center of the room before he stops. "You wanted me to text."

"It's generally considered good manners," Hook snaps.

"Sure," Darby replies, slow, and taps his tongue against his bottom lip, "for people who are, you know, dating."

The room goes quiet, and Hook... well, Hook can't really argue that one. They stare at each other for a long while, long enough for Hook to know he's got to be close to missing his cue.

"Are we dating, Hook?" Darby asks, voice low.

Hook sighs, looking off to where the floor meets the wall. "Well what else are we doing?"

"Ah." When Hook looks back again, Darby's got an indescribable sort of smile playing on his features.

"Okay, well..." Hook heaves another deep breath. "If we're not dating, why are you here?"

"Maybe that's what I was thinking about, on the mountains."

"And this is what you came up with? Showing up unannounced backstage at a Dynamite you aren't scheduled for?"

Darby's mouth stretches, sharp. "I like big gestures."

"Maybe I like not thinking you've fucking died."

"Okay," Darby agrees breezily. "Hey, Hook: I didn't die."

"God, you're an asshole," but Hook can't stop from barking out a harsh laugh anyway.

Darby takes a step forward, just close enough that Hook could reach out and grab ahold of his sweartshirt strings if he wanted to. His eyes flicker over to the doorway. "You need to be out there?"

"Just a spot with Renee," Hook says.

"Important?"

Hook's mouth quirks up, a little twist. "No."

"Good." Darby reaches out, his fingertips sliding along Hook's side, and Hook lets the door close behind him with a resolute snick.

#tag so you don't lose this shit

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bibidibaddieboom · 5 months

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My cod OC for my ongoing work on ao3: Sgt. Bala (Bullet) from The Wandering Bullet.

His real name is Bautista Agustín Ezequiel Estrada. He joined the army in Argentina at 18 years old, decided to sign up for a well-known Squadron that had its eye on him for a while when tragedy struck his family at 21 years of age. He couldn't stay there anymore.

They were a tight group of soldiers operating a little bit outside the law dealing with the absolute worst kind of people; not the kind that threatened world-peace, but the ones that worked in the dark and targeted innocents. The less flags that were involved, the better.

His team soon became his family. Bautista trusted them with his life, but two of them wanted more than what they had and became the kind of people the team hunted. They grew wary of Bautista and the others, and set out to get rid of them.

The traitors set them up. Some of them survived, and the traffikers they were after captured them without anyone's knowledge. He was the only one to make it out of the hell that came after. Bautista never told anyone what was done to them.

Bautista ended up in Belize, where he managed to escape, even with the terrible condition he was in. A nameless man that refused to talk and attacked anyone who tried to get too close, found near the scene of an overtaken underground crime ring in the black of many international agencies caught the attention of one woman, Laswell.

She got in contact with Alejandro Vargas, and together they pulled some strings and ruffled some feathers to get Bautista, knowing something was amiss. When the Argentine confided in them some of what happened, they knew they had to act fast and made it official: Bautista Estrada was dead. Suddenly, Los Vaqueros had a new teammate, Sgt. Ignacio Alfonso "Bala" Rossi.

"God knows how much I miss you. In my dreams, the four of us make it."

The traitors are too powerful for him yet. But he's got very little to lose and all the time in the world.

He's loyal only to Alejandro and Rudy. Bautista feels indebeted to them for their help and support, and he knows he probably would have died if not for them. They're his only friends, and he'll follow them to hell if they so asked him to. That's not to say he's not a bit of a pain in the ass from time to time.

He's wary of people he doesn't know, which reflects in the cold and distant manner he treats Ghost and Soap, who started paying more attention to him than he liked.

Bala is a little bit like Ghost, though more of a hardass, but less likely to stab him if he gets on his nerves. Soap is innevitably curious about him from the first glance, and comes to see him in a new light. He sets out to break down some of his walls brick by brick, wanting to know the real person behind those goggles of his.

Ghost is more reserved, seeing Bala as a man better left alone, someone unreliable and shifty. They grow close as time goes on and Bala's past is revealed, so undeniably similar to Ghost's own that it binds them together, and each man's walls slowly begin to crumble.

Bala didn't think much of Soap or Ghost when they first met. Just more newcomers he needs to keep an eye on, so Bala is not too keen on being near them if it can be helped. His past left hard-learned lessons all over his skin, and keeping people away was a knee-jerk reaction at that point in his life. Fate had other plans, and the three found themselves becoming something Bala thought he would never have again.

#cod oc #cod fanfic #oc: bala #john soap mactavish #soap x male oc #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #alerudy #call of duty #the wandering bullet #ao3 fanfic #ghost x soap #ghost x male oc #ghost x soap x oc

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futbolfanficpunk · 1 year

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Dressing room feelings

Players: Neymar Jr, Leo Messi Leo is overwhelmed by his move to Paris and Neymar comforts him Themes: Bromance Words - 775+ Requested by amitokedhuyedibo

Dressing room feelings

Leo thought he was alone in the dressing room, everyone had left after training and the cleaning staff were in a meeting in one of the conference rooms. It’s only been two months since he came from Barcelona, the most devastating event in his life. He never cried quite like the day he had to leave Fc Barcelona, even the night after Argentina lost the world cup to Germany, he always felt he would be a blaugrana until death.

And yet, here he was, in October, in Paris. Fucking freezing his butt off, miserably, and not having great performances. He could only think of Antonella, dear Anto sobbing the day they left their kids in their new school;

“What are we doing here?!” Anto said with a broken voice and started sobbing in their SUV.

He hated the thought of the love of his life crying, yet he couldn’t do anything about it now. Fc Barcelona was on the brink of bankruptcy and Laporta gave up on signing him. He was still hurt and after not having a great game today and having minor pain in his hamstring, he was frustrated. He felt overwhelmed by all his emotions, by the change, by the French. Leo put his hand over his face, his face and his head felt warm, his stomach was in knots. A wave of sadness covered him as he started to silently cry in front of his locker.

Neymar was walking back to the dressing room, he had accidentally left his headphones and charging cable in his locker, plus he didn’t see Leo getting into his car in the parking lot. He looked around to see if he could see him. He walked into the dressing room and saw that Leo was in front of his looker his his hand covering his face.

“Oye, Che!” Ney screamed jokingly

Leo jumped up, surprised “Pelotudo! you scared me!” he whined, trying to wipe the tears from his face looking flustered.

“Irmâo! I’m sorry!” said Ney, looking noticing Leo’s face “ But, Are you ok? What’s going on?”

“Nothing, Ney. Just feeling overwhelmed that’s all, no reason to worry.” said Leo with a quicker pace that usual giving hint of sadness in his voice “I was just getting something and leaving.”

“Oh, Okay” says Neymar slowly while he walks to his looker to get his charging cable and headphones.As he turn around he sees that Leo is walking towards the exit he shouted

“Leo! Espera! Let me tell you something, okay?”

Neymar knew that it was important for him to show up for his friend, just like he did for him back in the Barcelona day. He knew what a difference it could make.

Leo turns around to find Neymar in front of him.

“Remember back in my first year of Barcelona, that one time you came into the locker room while I was crying. I was just feeling so lost, and you talked to me, comforted me and told me you had my back and everything was going to be all right?” said Neymar as he put his hand on Leo’s shoulder, trying to reassure him.

“Of course, I do! I saw a kid who need help and support. So, I gave it to him because it’s the right thing do, and I wanted to show him that I was there for him” Leo responded

“Yes, and I thank you everyday for that, it really turned my season around. I felt so much calmer after” he said while gently squeezing Leo’s shoulder as Leo smiled. “But I also want to tell you that, it’s going to be the same here for you. Things are going to get better, easier, you’re going to find your feet, not that you need that much, but you’ll feel comfortable and all this drama will go away. You will be the same Leo that we all know. The GOAT! I have have no doubt it my mind, we are going to win the league, you will score, and you will make Kylian and me score, make us a better team. Everything you came here to do! Ok? Just give it a chance, give it time, trust the process, just be present, here, now.”

Leo smiled, Neymar really was a grown man now, not that young kid anymore. Still as crazy but a better person, a player, and a brother in arms. Leo sighed.

“You’re right, hermano. Gracias.” Leo said while nodding. They hugged while patting each other’s back. “Let’s go!” said Leo.

Neymar did a little dance before signaling for them both to leave. They both laughed.

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nicka-nell · 2 years

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Things you fight about a lot and how they comfort you afterwards

Pairing: Oikawa x reader, Osamu x reader, Kita x reader

Warning: angst/fluff, hurt/comfort, MDNI, manga spoiler

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Moving to Argentina with him

There are always little fights between the two of you. Most of the time, however, these are also quickly clarified because they are simply not important.

However, in the last time the topic that you should move to him to Argentina comes up more and more often.

After school, you both decide to have a long-distance relationship because you want to finish your studies. Yet in a few months, that will be over and you will have the choice to accept a job offer here or move to Argentina.

You told Oikawa about the job offer on the phone when you face timed and that’s when the topic came up again. You had a fight; you hung up, and he was too stubborn to call you afterwards.

When Oikawa is in Argentina, and you’re at home in Japan, sometimes you don’t write for days until Iwaizumi tells you both to act like grown-ups, not like two sulky kids.

If Oikawa is out of training for a few weeks and flies to you, you both pout after a fight, but he can’t stand your sad look for long and looks for your closeness the same evening at the latest.

After a fight, he likes to look at old pictures of your early lovebird times with you.

“But why? Just tell me why? We can’t do this forever, and such a long-distance relationship is nerve-racking.” Oikawa’s voice is no longer as calm as it was before he asked when you finally will move to Argentina. It sounds louder and makes you angry. Why do you have to justify yourself now?

“It’s not that easy, Tooru! All my friends, my family… They are all here. Can’t you understand?”

“But I’m your family too! And it’s not like they’re gone. We’ll visit them every year. Besides, you can make new friends in Argentina.”

With his words, you can only shake your head and roll your eyes. It may have been an easy step for him, but you need more time. Also, even if you moved there, you’d have to learn the language first, you’d have to somehow find a job and would probably still be alone. Oikawa would only be busy with his training, as much as he always talks about it on the phone.

You no longer look him in the eyes, you just sit opposite on the couch in the living room. In the background, a woman talks about the weather in Japan.

“Why… Why don’t you come back to Japan? You can also play volleyball here,” it comes out of you with frustration. It’s frustration that speaks from you and demands this from Oikawa. Yet you don’t want to be so selfish. You didn’t want to say that. But you won’t apologize.

Oikawa’s eyes get big, he leans further back, doesn’t touch you and doesn’t know what to say. Why would you say that?

“You know my dream, my goals… You know that -”

“That you wanted to learn from your oh so great childhood hero Jose Blanco! Yes Tooru, yes Tooru I know,” you sniff and get up from the sofa.

“And you should do that, with or without me… I’m gonna make dinner now.”

With tears in your eyes, you pass Oikawa, avoid his gaze and start snipping the vegetables without a word. Oikawa stays on the couch for a moment, going through your words in his head before he gets up and moves to another room.

He has always been considerate of your feelings for so long. Why can’t you do it for him? He pouts and sits down on your bed, stays in your bedroom all evening, until hunger drives him out of the room. He has to go to you, warm the portion of food, if you have made one for him.

Stubborn as he is, he complains before he opens the door and enters the living-dining area, and sees you sitting at the dining table. Your arms crossed, your head on top of them. Your shoulders are shaking and only now Oikawa hears you crying again. Angry, he clenches his jaw. He’s an idiot for making you sad. Stupid to think you’re like him and leave everything behind. A moron who made you cry instead of being there for you. He hates to see you sad, even worse, when he knows he’s the reason for it.

Your eyes are burning, your head feels heavy from all the tears, and you are tired. Tired of crying, tired of fighting. You just want to be happy with the man you love.

You flinch as you suddenly feel two warm hands caressing your shoulders so delicately before they wander to your waist when Oikawa’s head comes to rest on your shoulder. His warm lips gently press against your temple, his arms won’t let you go.

“I’m sorry, my sunshine. Really I, I just want this long-distance relationship to end. That you’re with me every day. I want to wake up next to you in the morning, see your smile, touch your skin. No longer pay attention to what time it is in Japan and whether I can really call you now. I want you to get to know my team, be part of every game and every training. Or just spend the day with you on the beach, in restaurants, in the city, or just at home in bed. But no matter what, I want to spend my time with you. I’m sorry I didn’t think about whether you really want all this. I understand you’re scared. But I want you to know I’m with you.”

Oikawa’s words fill you with an incredible warmth. They come from his lips so fragile and honest that you almost get the feeling that he himself is close to tears. You turn your head to the side, look at him directly, even if you do not recognize Oikawa, because he is too close.

“I’m just scared,” you whisper fragilely, feel his hand let go of your waist, brush your hair out of your face. His fingertips are warm, just like his breath bouncing on your skin while talking.

“I know. And that’s okay. I’m here for you, after all, you’re my sunshine.”

“I’m sorry too… I’m sorry I’m still so hesitant... The long-distance relationship and your volleyball career must be even more exhausting for you than it is for me. I should have responded to you better, and now don’t say ‘yes, you should have.’”

Laughing, as if he feels caught, he pushes his head a little to you, gives you a fleeting kiss on the lips. “Okay, I won’t. Want to look at some old pictures?”

“Yes, that would be nice… but you should eat something first. I don’t want you to starve.”

He giggles before he hugs you and now goes to the kitchen in a much better mood to warm up the food.

That he flirts with his female guests

Osamu is actually not one who would start a fight on his own. The only person he fights with is Atsumu, and that’s exhausting enough.

So if you fight, he never wants the fight to last long.

He tells you in a gentle tone that you should calm down and first take a deep breath.

Osamu is someone who does not want to leave the argument unspoken in the room, because he knows you are, in the end, the one who continues to think about it 24/7. So he always wants to talk about it through the end.

He never gets loud in an argument (at least with you).

After you clarify everything, he likes to cook together with you.

You still haven’t spoken a word to Osamu after the dialogue he had today with one of the female guests.

“Osamu, your arms look so strong and attractive in the shirt. Can I touch your arms?” A young woman asks him, who’s playfully wrapping a curl between her fingers.

“But just for a second, I still have to prepare the food. We don’t want you to stay hungry. Right?” He laughs when she joins his mood and giggles on a high note, pats him with her fingertips.

“Wow, Osamu, you’re so strong. I’m sure every woman would like to be held by such muscular arms.”

You don’t remember what Osamu said afterwards, because you left the store. Now you’re folding the laundry when your flirty boyfriend comes home from work, goes to your bedroom where you’re putting the wash in your closet.

“If that’s not my charming girlfriend. Hey, my love.” He wants to hug you, give you a cheerful kiss, but you turn yourself out of the hug to hang a top in the closet. Without answering or looking at him, you turn back to the laundry basket. You don’t feel like talking to him.

Osamu had already thought that you could be angry with him, because you suddenly disappeared from the store saying nothing, had not answered his messages until now, although you had read them. He can think of the reason for your resentment, even if he doesn’t understand it.

Sighing, he sits down on the bed, watches you for a while as you fold the laundry. How you skillfully ignore him, as if he’s just air.

“You want to tell me why you’re mad at me?” he asks with a calm tone.

“Why would I be mad?” you answer him, snappy. You can see in the corner of your eye how he stares at you with his eyebrow pulled up. “My love… stop that. That bitchy attitude doesn’t suit you. Are you mad because of my guest today?”

“Your guest? You mean the pushy chick that’s been hitting on you? Why did you go for it? I mean… what the hell, Osamu? If you want to find another girlfriend, you should first break up wi -”

“Y/n, calm down. Take a deep breath, sit down, and don’t choose your words so carelessly. Or you’ll regret them later,” Osamu still says calmly. He pulls on your hands so that you sit next to him, which you also do with an eye roll. With your arms crossed, you’re still waiting for an answer.

“She is one of the regular customers. It is important -”

“Tz, why do you think she’s a regular customer…” you interrupt him and look offended to the side.

“Small compliments are normal. It’s part of my job and besides, you’re not hurting anyone with these little things. Y/n I can’t say to every compliment I get ‘I’m sorry but you look like shit in the dress.’ You have no reason to be jealous or anything like that, my love. Believe me, it means nothing to me, if a guest tells me how good I’m looking in a random shirt, or when I tell them they look good in a dress. There’s only one woman I care about that she gets enough compliments from me, that I’m all serious about… and that’s you.”

Osamu tries to grab your hands, but you pull them away from him. Compliments may be one thing, but he still doesn’t have to let his customers touch him that way.

“If you say that’s normal, I have my doubts about what is really the point behind your shop. What comes next, Osamu? You want to tell me it’s usual and common to be touched by all women like in a petting zoo, just because you’re the owner?”

Osamu has to admit that this might have gone too far, but you probably would have seen it a little more relaxed if you had been in the conversation until the end. Because of the statement that he could hold so many women in his strong arms, he had answered that he only wants to hold one woman with them and that’s you. But you probably won’t believe him now anyway.

“You’re right, I guess that was inappropriate. Still, I can’t ignore my female customers. You understand that, right? And if they compliment me, it would be rude to just ignore them.” Osamu’s hands slide to your face, pulling you in his direction so that you are forced to look at him. Bitter, with a sad look.

“And… I don’t want you to ignore them. I just don’t want to feel like I’m not enough for you.”

“That’s nonsense, my love. None of these women could get close to you. No one could fill the hole that would stay behind if you weren’t with me anymore. Don’t I show you that well enough? Tell me what to do to make you feel like you’re the only one I need.” His fingertips are so warm as they stroke your cheek. They feel so hot when he puts his thumb on your lips and looks at you with his heavy dark eyes. You could sink into them. They are so beautiful, so full of love. You can’t stay mad at him.

“Just don’t use your body to attract guests, you little slut,” you say in a half-sad, half-laughing tone before the corners of your mouth finally go all the way up.

“Pfft, okay, I deserve that. I guess I’ll just have to keep selling my food with words and continue to be only your slutty boyfriend.” Osamu smiles with a sly expression and pretends it’s one of the hardest decisions of his life, but you know he’s not serious and you laugh.

“See, this face looks so much better on you,” he whispers to you and bends forward. Due to his weight, you slowly lose balance, fall backwards on the bed. Your boyfriend lies on top of you, chuckles deep as he curves your body with his fingers.

“Hey Samu!” you laugh shyly, notice your body tingling at his near, at the warmth that his body gives off.

“What do you say we put the laundry in the closet together and prepare something to eat? I need a sexy sous chef in the kitchen who can help me with the ingredients.”

“Sounds good,” you answer him before he gives you a deep, intimate kiss, still with a teasing grin on his face. A kiss that makes your body completely forget that you were fighting earlier and lits something completely different in you.

“And after dinner, we could go straight to dessert. What do you think, my love?” He breathes, pushing his hand under your top to touch your belly with his soft fingertips, makes circles on your warm skin and knows exactly that he teases you with this touch, because it feels so good. Too good.

“Or we skip the cooking part and just go straight over to the dessert,” you say while slipping your hands under his shirt to touch his muscular chest.

To marry or more to have children soon

You can’t argue with Kita. Either he doesn’t understand that you’re arguing or he sees it as a kind of criticism of your relationship that you could work on.

However, Kita always remains calm in a fight, not even changing his tone, while you can get louder and louder. If you get too loud, talk too fast, he tells you to calm down, because you can talk about everything normally.

When you’re done letting go of your frustration, he’ll apologize to you. Actually, he always apologizes to you. And that’s all he does to comfort you after a fight.

After the apology, he usually gives you a kiss on the forehead, before he simply does his daily tasks as usual and has already completely forgotten the “fight”.

“You’d be a wonderful mother, you know that Y/n?” Kita says, who stands in the doorway with a smile on his face and watches you as you look in Osamu’s direction, who gets into the car with his daughter.

Through his shop, Osamu has little time as a single father to take care of his daughter, so you take care of her. For you, helping him out with his daughter is no problem. The farm is big, one of you is always at home. No matter if Kita’s grandmother, you or Kita itself. But most of the time you look after her, since she has strangely built a strong bond with you.

Kita always thinks about how nice it would be if you both married, had children yourself. How lovingly you would take care of them. But no matter when he talks to you about it, you seem to react tensely to the subject, even if he does not understand why.

“Excuse me, Shinsuke?” you say annoyed, imagine that in less than a minute the question comes again, when you get married, when do you have children? You might talk about getting married, but you’re not ready for children yet. You are still too young. Want to enjoy your time with Kita alone. He still stands there with a smile, watching you get up and walk in his direction.

“I’m just saying. It would be nice to have children, don’t you think? Having kids, starting a family is great and I would love to experience that with you. Just the idea of how the little ones play with their clumsy steps on the field is beautiful. Or even earlier, feeling their kicks on your stomach during pregnancy.”

And here’s the question. It was even less than thirty seconds. A record in two respects. Because it only took him eight days after your last quarrel to bring up the subject again. Sighing, you wrap your arms.

“Shinsuke, I don’t feel like listening to this repeatedly. Kids here, kids there. Do you have another topic we can talk about? And no, I don’t mean the subject of marriage! These are the only two topics you know about lately! That’s so exhausting!”

Your voice gets louder again, to Kita’s surprise. You’re even closer to him now than you were a minute before, so there’s no need to speak louder. He understands you clearly. So why are you yelling at him? And why are you staring at him so angry, he said nothing wrong, did he?

“But these are nice topics. If we were to get married then -”

“Shinsuke please! You want to get married and after the wedding, two weeks later, I should be pregnant, right?” Still loud, with irony in your voice, you glare at him. It’s too early for children. But Kita doesn’t seem to understand that or also your irony.

“If that would work out like that, that would be nice. But please don’t get stressed with getting pregnant directly after the wedding. It doesn’t always work that quickly.” Right, you had forgotten that this is Kita, who is just looking at you seriously, and probably will pull out a book with baby names from his pockets to look for some baby names. Just at the thought, you shake your head, sigh loudly again.

“What’s the matter, Y/n? I guess you’re really worried it won’t work right away, or? That would be totally fine. These few months don’t matter.”

“No, Shinsuke, no… That was ironic! I-R-O-N-I-C! I don’t want kids yet. Not now, not in two weeks, and not in half a year. I can’t hear the subject anymore because it annoys me to talk to you about something I’m not ready for. Why can’t you accept that? We’re way too young for that. And why do you want to get married now? We don’t even have the money to make a big celebration! And once again, Shinsuke, even if we get married, I don’t want to get pregnant just two weeks later. I want to enjoy the time with you. Alone! Can’t you understand?”

Irony… So that’s the tone in your voice that he couldn’t sort. It happens to him over and over again. “Why didn’t you say that right from the beginning? Then we’ll talk about kids another time.”

“I keep telling you that again and again, Shinsuke. And I also don’t want to talk about children tomorrow…”

He looks at you, nodding. This time he’s just silent, not answering you anymore. After all, you said you didn’t want to talk about children anymore, so there’s no reason to talk about them now. Even if it makes him sad that you won’t have a small family soon. He would be so happy if you stood beside him as his wife, misses Kita, your daughter in his arms while you hold your son, are pregnant with your third child. How you all sit at the dinner table as a family, spending evenings together. But if you’re not ready for it, he has to accept it. At some point the time will come.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean to put you in an awkward position. It seems that this topic is clearly stirring you up, and that was not my intention.” He apologizes with such calm and honest words. They sound cold, but you know they come from the bottom of his heart. Kita is such an angel. No matter how angry you get, he always keeps a cool head, somehow calms you down with it.

“We can talk about marriage first… At some point… Slowly. Okay, Shinsuke?” You say much calmer than before, while you sink into his arms. You can’t be mad at him for long. Especially not when he smiles as happily as now, a sight you rarely see on him. He warmly rubs your back before giving you a kiss on your forehead and releasing himself from your embrace.

“I’m going to clean the toilets now. Can you please take care of the food?” he says in his usual voice, as if this conversation has never taken place and just waits for your puzzled nod before he turns around and continues with his remaining daily tasks.

#haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #osamu x reader #kita x reader

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nherizu · 2 years

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Oikage | PG | 1 .7k words | CW: Panic Attacks

Betaread by @dragonwarriorwriter ❤

As a child, Tobio had been told to think carefully before committing to anything. It wasn't a big deal. Tobio had only ever committed to volleyball, and he didn’t have to think long to decide he wanted to play volleyball. It had always been a part of him, anyway.

Only now, Tobio realized, he had neglected to follow his grandfather’s advice.

When Oikawa Tooru first came into his life after years of not being in contact, Tobio didn’t think too much of it. After all, they were both heartbroken, left to taste the bitterness of having unrequited feelings for their best friends. Tobio had never been a romance expert, and that his crush for Hinata was one-sided was more painful than he had expected. He hadn’t been prepared, and Oikawa, who had returned home for Iwaizumi’s birthday after a long absence, was there when Tobio broke down.

Not that Tobio cried or anything. But Oikawa had always been good at reading people, and Tobio knew that Oikawa was also nursing his broken heart. It was never a secret how Oikawa looked at Iwaizumi since middle school. Tobio wondered if Iwaizumi was aware of Oikawa’s feelings. Looking at how happy he was introducing his girlfriend to everyone at the party, Tobio doubted it.

Maybe Tobio knew because he always looked at Oikawa. Always, even now. Even after their unspoken arrangement.

They met in Italy, sometimes in Argentina, and sometimes in other countries where one of them had a match. Tobio had stopped questioning it. They weren’t in a relationship, yet they came to each other’s games whenever their schedules allowed. And yet they spent the night at each other’s place. Everything just happened. Except, they never called, never planned anything together. They didn’t contact each other after returning to their own schedules. They didn’t speak about it, didn’t even acknowledge it.

And it hurt.

It hurt a lot more than the first time Tobio heard Hinata say his girlfriend’s name. Worse than Tobio’s attempts to forget.

Each time he parted ways with Oikawa, it gnawed at his heart, leaving it empty despite knowing he would see him again.

Tobio sighed and screwed the cap on his water bottle. He saw Hinata and Kuroo talking, a huge smile on Hinata’s lips; his voice carried his excitement about the all-star match. The gym was mostly empty now that the practice had ended, but some athletes from both teams still lingered. Between the sounds of balls, Hinata’s laughter echoed slightly. And like this, Hinata remained the same person Tobio had once fallen for. Kind, bright, a bit of a dumbass. Someone whose happiness was contagious, even to Tobio.

Tobio wondered if there would come a day when he could see Oikawa like this. Without hurting, without hoping for him to realize that Tobio felt more deeply about him than he ever had about anyone else.

“What’re you looking at, Tobio-chan?”

Tobio looked beside him to find Oikawa standing there, arms crossed and back against the wall. His hair was slick with sweat, his eyes slightly narrowed, and Tobio’s heart did an involuntary flip.

“Nothing. Are you done practicing?”

“Mm.”

Oikawa turned his gaze away, his fingers twitching even as they grasped his own arms. Tobio frowned. Oikawa was always like this whenever he was agitated.

“Are you okay?” Tobio asked, then felt like an idiot when he followed Oikawa’s line of sight. Of course, Iwaizumi was on the phone at the far end of the gym, his face lit up. Must have been his girlfriend, then. Tobio bit his lip, hoping his voice wouldn’t crack when he asked, “Do you… do you want to leave?”

“Do you want to?”

That caught Tobio off guard. He tilted his head. “Me? I’m okay, but–”

“Yeah, I figured,” Oikawa said. He looked over Tobio’s shoulder at something, and Tobio had to wrack his brain to remember who was behind him. Before Tobio could ask what Oikawa meant, though, Oikawa sighed and ran a hand over his face. “Sorry. I think I want to leave. Come with me?”

Tobio nodded. Oikawa didn’t need to ask, but Tobio was glad he did, anyway. “I’ll get my stuff first. Can you wait?”

“Yeah.”

Tobio walked over to the bench and stuffed his water bottle into his sports bag. There it was again, the twinge in his heart. It was subtle at first, yet became impossible to ignore as time passed. Tobio swallowed the lump in his throat and zipped his bag.

“Bakageyama! Going home?” Hinata shouted. “Let’s race to–”

“Shut up,” Tobio muttered. His instinct was to respond to the challenge, a habit he had honed over years of friendship with Hinata. But Oikawa was here, and Tobio suddenly lost the energy to indulge Hinata in silly competitions. “Not now, Dumbass.”

There was a glint of something in Hinata’s eyes as he heard him. Tobio didn’t bother to read what it was. “'Kay,” he said. “Take care, Kageyama-kun!”

Tobio shrugged and gave Kuroo a curt nod. He discreetly tried to leave without alerting the others. The last thing he wanted now was to catch anyone’s attention.

Oikawa was waiting for him outside the gym, and they changed their clothes in silence in the locker room. This, too, was normal. They never showed any closeness in front of others, though they didn’t hide it either. People just assumed they had a terrible relationship, which was fine.

Actually, were they even close…?

The silence stretched even more unbearably once they got in Tobio’s car. Tobio’s palms felt clammy. He clutched at the fabric covering his chest every time the traffic light turned red.

“Stop that face. You can drop me off at my hotel,” Oikawa said.

“What? Why?”

“You don’t look like you want me to be here.”

Tobio almost lost his grip on the gear before he caught himself. “That’s not true.”

He heard Oikawa sigh beside him. “Look, I understand. It’s hard, I know.” Then, more softly, “It is for me, too.”

And just like that, the image of Iwaizumi on the phone with his girlfriend flashed through Tobio’s mind. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “So you prefer to be alone.”

“If you’re like this, then yeah.”

“You’re blaming me.” Tobio’s head reeled. He might have let out a pathetic whimper as he tried to concentrate on the road, but he couldn’t even recognize his own voice as he said, “What are we doing?”

That seemed to have caught Oikawa off guard.

“What are we doing, Oikawa-san?”

“Tobio-chan….”

“Answer me, Oikawa-san.”

“Tobio, stop the car.”

“I’m asking–”

“No, stop the car!”

Tobio slammed on the brakes, a screeching sound piercing his eardrums. His heart hammered in his chest, his eyes wide. The car stopped just short of an electricity pole. The road was thankfully empty as they approached the neighborhood where Tobio’s apartment was, but it was frightening to think that Tobio had lost his mind for a moment. His fingers were trembling and turning white from gripping the wheel too tightly.

Then his world went dark. Dark and terrifying, and Tobio couldn’t stop thinking about how he almost put Oikawa in danger if he continued—

Tobio wheezed, the sounds seeming like a broken kettle in his ears. His stomach churned with dread.

Something touched his shoulder. Gently, slowly, the touch moved to his fingers, coaxing them to relax. Then Oikawa’s voice registered in his mind. “Tobio.”

Tobio let go of the wheel. The shaking took over his entire body, and Tobio might have let out a protest. He couldn’t know. His chest hurt, his ears rang, and his face felt as though someone had just slapped him. Everything was spinning. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t feel anything, he couldn’t—

“Tobio-chan.” Oikawa cupped Tobio’s face, staring‌ at him levelly. Oikawa’s eyes were searching, his brow furrowed. “Take a deep breath.”

Tobio wanted to laugh. Oikawa’s voice, his touch, his expression. Everything was clear for Tobio even now when the world was a blur, and the only sounds he could produce were choked whimpers.

“Breathe with me. Listen to me,” Oikawa said. He kissed Tobio’s forehead. His cheeks, his eyelids. Featherlight and hesitant. “Stop thinking.”

And just like always, Tobio listened. To the voice that had filled his youth with awe. The voice that came from the man who still awed Tobio even now. Tobio tried to breathe despite the burning in his chest, and the world exploded in white as the air filled his lungs.

“Good boy,” Oikawa said, a whisper in Tobio’s ear. “Keep up with me. Feel my breathing, Tobio-chan.”

Tobio brought his hands to clasp at Oikawa’s back and pressed their bodies together.

"Can you understand me, Tobio?"

Tobio nodded.

"Okay, good," Oikawa said. "Good. Then maybe later…." He stopped, unsure. His fingers stroked the back of Tobio's nape. It was when Tobio was beginning to calm down that he continued, “We’ll talk about it later. We’ll sort this out. Your feelings for Chibi-chan... we can talk more about it if you want.”

The reality came crashing down suddenly. It was as if Tobio's heart had just stopped beating. Oikawa still thought everything was because of Hinata.

But could he really blame Oikawa? When Tobio was the one who let Oikawa think that way? The one who kept his feelings a secret and never corrected Oikawa whenever he brought up this topic? And it was all because he feared losing Oikawa if the truth got out.

That Tobio was in love, but not with Hinata.

Tobio bit his lip and rested his cheek on Oikawa’s shoulder. The warmth of Oikawa’s answering embrace immediately surrounded him, and Tobio had to hold back another sob. He had to.

“Thank you…, Oikawa-san.”

Oikawa tightened his hug.

Tobio slumped and closed his eyes. A tear slid down his cheek in a silent cry.

Someday. Maybe someday, he would tell Oikawa. But for now, just for now, he wanted to be with Oikawa even just a second longer. Even if he had to live in lies.

Please.

Just for now.

//Fin//

Link to AO3: here.

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Ooookay, I need to ask. I just watched Soy Luna for the 100th time and I realized that we never got the whole backstory about how it was with Ambar and Silvana. How did she give Ambar to Sharon? How much was Ambar? Because according to what she said, she gave Ambar to Sharon when she was basically a toddler BUT Ambar would have to adopt her before the mansion fire, which doesn't make sense. And Ambar also told Luna that she remembers something from her childhood, namely that she used to play in the pink room, not in the mansion. Am I the only one who is super confused about how it was? Or am I just stupid and others understand? Because it doesn't really make sense to me. I don't even know if I wrote it well and understandably, so I hope you understand me at least a little.

Aaaaand I'd also like to know what you think about Simbar's situation between series 2 and 3. Do you think something happened between them over the holidays? I don't mean in a romantic sense, but in general, because at the end of the second season, Simon told Ambar that she lost him, that she lost everyone and that she was alone now, but at the beginning of the third season, he is hired by a completely different person. I mean he basically went from 'you're full of hate' to 'do you want to dance with me?' . I know he told her at the end of the second series because she hurt him even though she didn't want to and he needed to get it out of himself somehow, he thought she lied to him the whole time, about everything, including her feelings for him, but I still don't understand what not giving up on her and trying to help her in season three made him do this, none of his friends liked her, she hurt them, and him, but he was still there for her in the end. So to FINALLY get to my question, why do you think it ended up like this?

And not to forget, I have to appreciate your work, you are very talented! I love your stories! ❤️

Hi!

So, as I understand it, Sharon adopted Ámbar after the fire (probably because she needed an heir and because she felt alone). If Ámbar has memories of her childhood, I always thought she must've been around 2 years old when she was adopted, which is still very little (my niece is 2, so I know). Or maybe she just has great memory (my best friend is like that, he says he can remember stuff from when he was even 6 months old). In that case, she could've been between 6-months-old or a year old. Who knows.

As to how Sharon came to adopt Ámbar, that's another mystery. Since Sharon is so rich, it probably wasn't 100% legal, since you can always bend the law when you have money. She probably would've wanted to skip the whole process of a real adoption (it can take years of psychological evaluations, home visits to make sure the mansion is a safe place for a child, different assessments and paperwork with a social worker) so she used her resources to find a woman who wanted to give her baby away, heard about Silvana, reached out to her, and after she agreed to the adoption, made her sign some document about how she had no right to Ámbar from then on: no visits, no conversations, no nothing. She registered Ámbar as part of the family in the Civil registration and that was that.

(Now, the reason why Ámbar's last name is Smith and not Benson has to do with the original idea for the script. In the original concept, Ámbar was indeed a foreigner (hence the last name) who lived in Argentina, but the producers liked Valentina so much that they changed it for her to fit the role. That's probably why in the first season Ámbar lied about having very rich, important, busy parents who worked abroad and that's why they were never around, but then it was disclosed that it was a lie and no one ever talked about it again or questioned why her last name is Smith. The script writers were lazy, but considering how much they get paid and in which conditions, I don't blame them. It was a kids show anyway.)

Moving on to Simbar between season 2 and 3. Why do I think it went like that? Because the writers didn't give a fuck about continuity, that's why 😂😂😂

I can't even come up with an answer with inside-the-show logic because it's very obvious to me that they needed drama around Luna, they needed to hinder Lutteo, so what did they think? Let's make her catch feelings for Simón. But since Lutteo had to be endgame, and Luna couldn't get what she wanted so easily or there wouldn't have been any conflict, they couldn't just make her get with Simón. So they thought "You know what? Let's write it like Simón had a change of heart during the summer regarding Ámbar. It's been a while, no one will question it."

And here we are.

Now, if I had to come up with an explanation inside the story... it would be simply that. Simón had a change of heart because he had time to think things through, and after learning that Sharon lied to Ámbar about being Sol Benson, of course he felt sympathy for her. He probably watched her from afar all summer, either being alone or with Emilia, and felt bad for her and about rubbing in her face that she was alone after the competition. At some point, he must've come to the conclusion that not everything Ámbar told him was a lie, that she did have a heart because everyone does and Simón has always seen the best in people, and the rest was just his feelings for her that never really died pushing him to want to help her and get close to her.

I don't think they had any particular interaction in Cancún apart from what we saw. At much they crossed paths and said hi to each other whenever Simón went to the mansion to see Luna and Ámbar was there.

Thank you so much for reading my stories <3 I don't think I'm talented, I just try my very best 😂 Have good weekend ^^

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harleiquina · 11 months

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All TV series I've ever seen II

Let's see how many I remember from this time period.

1940 - 1970

1980 - 2000 (this post)

2010 - Now

1983 - V

Aliens have come to Earth but they are nice and willing to help us... or so they say.

Everybody remembers Diana eating rats, the dramatic face reveal of any reptilian, Freddy Krueger beeing a good guy (this time) and I'm sure Stephenie Meyers wish that Reneesme/Jacob had the same level of acceptance than "the child from the stars" (name given in Latinoamerica, don't know if it was also used in the original show) and whats-his-name.

Saw it on TV but we also bought the bootleg DVD because my mom and aunt never saw the ending of the show as kids.

1985 - Amazing Stories

I hardly remember anything (I was too young when it was played on TV) but I do remember beeing traumatized by Christopher Lloyd's severed (and reattached) head.

It was created by Spielberg, some stories land better than other ones. Maybe I should try and rewatch some?

1986 - Sledge Hammer

Is he sexist, violent, gun-lover and conservative AF? Yes... but he's also hilarious! This is satire people! Don't be like the NRA that gave somekind of award to this fictional character because they have the same level of comprehension than a brick.

Saw it on TV but it is also available on Youtube.

1986 - ALF

Alien finds himself on a typical american family house and chaos begins.

Do you live under a rock? Don't you know who ALF is? Just go watch it.

It was on TV when I was growing up, I'm pretty sure you can find it anywhere.

1989 - The Simpsons

I will keep on saying it, we argentineans speak in 3 languages: Spanish, Lunfardo (a Buenos Aires dialect but each province has their own as well) and Simpsons' quotes (latin spanish obviously, everyone agrees that it's the definitive Simpsons). Earlier seasons are better, we all know that... they kind of lose us when the original latin dubbers were replaced (it would seem that Disney brought them back but I hardly watch TV now, so I don't know)

1989 - Eureeka's castle.

I don't remember a THING about it but my family says that I was obsessed. It's a Muppet-style show of a young witch apprentice and her friends.

Upon further looking, it was co-written by R. L. Stine? So I didn't got into Goosebumps as a child but got this... who knows?

1989 - Agatha Christie's Poirot

I haven't watched everything just yet (it's been on for 20 years, people!) but I do like David Suchet's Hercules Poirot (my family disagrees because for them Poirot will always be Peter Ustinov). Hey, at least it's not Albert Finney!

1990 - Caloi en su tinta (Caloi in his own ink - Argentina)

It wasn't a series properly said... it didn't have a story to follow. Caloi was a very important artist in my country (his character Clemente became a staple in our comics just like Mafalda) and he had this TV show where he curated animations of all kinds, from all over the world. I remember seeing a stop-motion version of Barber of Sevilla and I think that I also saw Queen's Innuendo videoclip for the first time in here.

Some stories were funny, others melancholic, elegant or grotesque... but all of them were Art, with a capital A.

1990 - Twin Peaks

I don't understand the hype around this show. The only thing that I though was cool was to have a season and a half to find the killer.

Before someone tells me "you have to think how ground breaking it was in the time it came up" or "it's high end art, open your mind to it" trust me I can do that... it doesn't change the fact that I don't see why so many people like it so much.

I'll grant it a few points for showing us David Duchovny as a trans woman FBI agent that saves the day on the episode she shows up. I did like the character.

1993 - The Nanny

What would happen if instead of María taking care of Von Trapp's children in the Alps, we had a jewish it-girl from Flushing, Queens? That was Fran Drescher's pitch, the rest is history.

I got to confess I usually get bored with sit-coms but this is the only one that I can watch over and over again (and the final episode still brings single tear in my eye). Yeah, the whole plot of Fran trying to get pregnant was dragged for too long, but still it's like 3 or 4 episodes, no biggy (unless my memory fails, it's been a while).

1993 - Mighty Morphin Power Rangers

For whatever reason a alien (?) race decided that teenagers are the appropiate warriors so they choose 5 Angel Grove locals to kick Galactic-Witch Rita's ass. Monsters that grow size but still look like rubber suits, the Rangers use spandex but for whatever reason they release sparks when a blade touches them. Still sweet little 4 year old me loved this show.

I checked a few episodes on Youtube not too long ago and I was pleasently surprised by the fact that each monster represented a struggle the Rangers where having on their civilian life... so facing and defeating them actually helped these kids in their ordinary life. A nice message that I completely forgot while self-convincing myself that this show was a lot dumber than I remembered.

Oh! By the way when it was on TV I watched -maybe- up to season 2. When the movie came out I was shocked that Jason, Trini and Zack were not in it.

1993 - The X Files

The most recognizable tune ever, the OG monster-of-the-week format, a skeptic + a believer, some comedy, another bit of drama and , in ocassions, straight-up horror = one of the greatest TV shows ever made.

Regardless what people think I preffer Agent Dogget (there, I said it!!) to Mulder, but of course that sunflower-seed eater, porn aficionado, spooky guy will always be loved either way.

Of course I didn't watched on TV (my mom and aunt had that privilege, I was literally a baby) but I got the whole series on bootleg DVD.

1993 - Frasier

I only watched a few mixed up episodes and I have the first 4 seasons on bootleg DVD but it was my aunt who liked it the most.

A psicologyst with a radio TV show has to live with his dad and his brother visits very often.

You might recognize them as Sideshow Bob and his brother as well.

1994 - Friends

Watched it on cable when I had it, mixed up as usual but still... for whatever reason sitcoms bore me... and this is not the exception. Again, I don't understand the hype.

1995 - Xena: Warrior princess

Ancient Greece, a female warrior... my (probably by the time we got it in Argentina) 6 year-old self loved this show. Until certain fling with Hercules... I didn't liked romance then (or now, but I'm a little more tolerant as an adult) and it ruined the show for me.

Yes, now I see certain undertones that my youngself didn't. I get it. Leave me alone!

1995 - Hercules: The Legendary Journeys

Yeah... I didn't liked Hercules but I watched a few episodes either way. I always liked a good fight on TV.

1996 - Sabrina, the teenage witch

Who didn't wanted to have magical powers growing up becuse of her?

I can't really tell how many season I've watched because, as I said, in Argentina you were lucky if the TV channels bought more than 2 season to repeat on end. Still... I didn't quite liked it as much once she left for collage. Kinda lost its magic *wink, wink*

1996 - Millenium

The year 2000 was upon us and the promise of the end of the world, so Chris Carter decided to play a little bit with it.

Frank Black is a retired agent that has a peculiar way of getting into the mind of the criminals (the audience is the only one that knows that he can see what the criminals see... live) so he is called over an over again to help on different cases.

It ended too soon (got cancelled I believe) but it has its final episode in season 9 of The X Files (if I'm not mistaken). It deals a lot with religion (mostly Christianity) and its a lot darker than Mulder & Scully's adventures (with the exception of that one episode where 4 demons get together in a coffe shop -desguised as old men- and tell their latest works done).

1997 - Meego

I got to be honest with you... I hardly remember anything from this TV show. It was basically ALF but with a human playing an alien instead of a puppet. Still we remember it fondly at home so I guess it was good enough?

1998 - Charmed

Argentina beeing Argentina, I saw a few seasons... maybe... I do remember that I liked more the original 3 sisters.

It's fun... sometimes cheesy... as any tv or film of that time.

1998 - Will & Grace

As I said, sitcoms end up becoming boring and repetitive. But that doesn't take away that sometimes jokes are good... some are very 90, but ah, well...

2000 - Dark Angel

Maybe I saw 2 season on TV but I was obsessed.

Typical supersoldiers experiments developed this superhuman creatures that got tired of beeing an experiment and broke out the facility when they were children, so now as grown ups live in our society. The lead Max (Jessica Alba) has a job as a courrier but every now and then steals, that's how she meets Logan a journalist with vigilante tendencies that needs someone to do the dirty work.

2000 - CSI (later known as Las Vegas)

Have I ever watched a show just to laugh at it? Yes, and it was called CSI, the original (I saw a lot of Miami as well).

I had a few glimpses here and there from this procedural that were the definition of Deus-ex-machina and later I decided to give it a shot just to see if, within this universe, it made sense. And nope.

If one of mom's doctors dissed House for his nearly-impossible diagnosis... I'm pretty sure some forensics did the same with Grissom's team.

Side note I really love Ted Danson, that guy is awesome.

2001 - Law & Order: Criminal Intent.

At first I thought it was a yet another The Brain + Person that explains him like many others... but Goren and Eames are the best detective duo. PERIOD.

You get to see them investigating (so Goren, mostly, doesn't know everything off the bat... he does go to the library, kids) and Eames is not just a blank space for the audience to jump in and have Goren explain everything to her. My favourite moments are when she can add up to his theory by just having the female side of things.

Goren isn't the typical I-only-think kind of detective (like, let's say Poirot) he can -and will- get into dangerous situations when needed.

You have to watch for D'onofrio's performance.

I like Jeff Goldblum as well... but his season was kinda... meh

2002 - Los Simuladores (The Pretenders - Argentina)

What if there was a group of people to solve any kind of situations? And what if this situations are quite basic, borderline stupid, like meeting the in-laws, giving a hard exam at the end of the year and such?

This is it, that's the plot.

This was a huge hit back in the day but it took me a decade (almost) to watch because if you knew argentinean tv and film as I do... you wouldn't believe that there are actually some good ideas burried very very deep in the mud.

2002 - Monk

A detective with OCD is soooo good at his job but cannot be a detective again because of it (it got worse once his wife died in a attack). Fun and wholesome... maybe it did dragged for too long.

And no matter what... we are Sharona stans in this house!

2002 - CSI Miami.

Just like CSI I watched it just to make fun of it (and because in cable they will put all CSIs together in one afternoon so it was easier to compare them).

At least this one didn't take itself too seriously!

2003 - Tru Calling

Med student has a weird ability where dead people can reach her and make her repeat the day to try and save their lives.

It ended too soon on a great cliffhanger that we will never see resolved. Damn it!

2004 - Lost

We all know Lost... it started great... and it ended.

Luckily for me the TV channel where I was watching it stopped after season 4 and I never bothered to try and catch up again.

2004 - House MD

Sherlock Holmes goes to med school and instead of solving crimes, he solves impossible diagnostics.

Gotta give it to Hugh Laurie for beeing a lovable a-hole the whole time.

It did lasted too long for me, I didn't watch the final seasons but I did watched a few mixed up episodes in cable so I kinda know what happens after, lets say... season 4? (the final one I've watched, maybe).

2004 - CSI New York

Same as the others. Just watched for Gary Sinise and Edward Furlong's guest appearence.

2004 - Miss Marple

I was never a fan of Miss Marple in writting... but on TV she is less annoying.

How come she is never suspicious? She's always around when a crime happens!

2005 - Invasion

Does anybody else remembers this TV show set after the Katrina hurricane that, apparently, also uncovered a race of aliens living underwater that have a body-snatching way of taking over the world? It's only 1 season, got cancelled I believe and I watched it on TV at 6 or 7 AM while getting ready to go to school. Ah, old times!

2005 - Mosca & Smith (Argentina)

(Mosca can be translated as "Fly" -the bug- but in this case is the character's Last Name so I'll leave it as it is)

Buddy cop with two overly eccentric characters. A silly comedy with some really in-depth meta humor of argentinean justice system. Some jokes are in poor taste... and I think it got raunchier in it's second season (I didn't watched it because one of the leads was replaced and the 2nd actor didn't had the same punch)

2005 - Bones

A forensic anthropologyst helps the FBI to solve crimes.

This is the BrainTM taken to an extreme. Dr. Temperance Brennan just can't be good at eeeeeverything. This kinda changed as seasons passed but still... who says smart people is always entirely clueless about how to be a normal human? And why so egocentric? (Most truly smart people are usually super-humble because they know that there is a lot more to learn).

In any case, it is fun. Watched on TV (earlier seasons) and continued on bootleg DVD.

2006 - Ugly Betty

The main reason why I didn't listed Betty, la fea in here it's because it is a telenovela (soap opera) everybody in Latinoamérica watched it. Some things are not so good (maybe I'll write about it one day) but overall it had a good story.

Those dubious things got changed in the U.S version... and it changed the whole story. It was easier to create something new than trying to bring people on board using a name that is well beloved to a certain ethnicity... just saying.

2007 - El Hombre que volvió de la muerte (The man that came back from Death -Argentina)

Think of a mash up of The Count of Montecristo and V for Vendetta.

It was a remake of a TV show done in the 60s... 70s? By Narciso Ibañez Menta, a Spanish actor that was naturalized as argentinean and was our very own mix of Boris Karloff (with his love for make up) and Vincent Price (he did a lot of Edgan Allan Poe stories as well). The original story was about Elmer Van Hess, who was subject to different experiments. The lab caughts on fire, he's inside and survives. For whatever reason his organs end up being given to other people so he embarks on a quest to retrieve them.

The remake also had Elmer Van Hess who was a happy fool about to get married, his boss and associates set him up and ends up in prision for fraud. Not happy with that, his boss strikes a deal with a Doctor so Elmer can be his human guinea pig (in order to do so, he asks other inmates to torture him while in prision so his only escape would be to go with the Doctor). He's experimented on as results he gets superhuman strenght and, of course, the chemicals affect his brain turning him into a very dark and blood-lust creature. The lab is set on fire, everybody thinks he died but he comes back 10 years later ready to take revenge on all of them. He was very cruel and his idea of revenge was very Saw-like... but deep down he's still in love with his almost-wife and she's the only one that can sort of ease him in the worst moments.

For an argentinean fiction it was very good.

2008 - Fringe

The X Files but even crazier? You got it.

Mom and I did got lost after season 4... but we still have the bootleg DVDs, it's just that we should start all over again and we don't have a lot of time 😝

2008 - The Mentalist

A guy is so good at reading people that decides to ripp them off saying that he's a medium. He got the wrong guy, this guy kills his family so now it's personal!

Patrick Jane's quirks might be amusing in the early episodes but after a while you, just like everyone else on the show, will want to punch him in the face.

From my little corner of the Earth I scream: Justice for Cho!! He also deserved a happy ending!

2009 - Doll House

A bunch of people got their memories wiped and now they receive other memories (fabricated sometimes) to take on dangerous tasks.

Dubious consent galore... but overall the premise was engaging. It lasted 3 seasons, the third one included a time-jump... the end didn't quite landed for me but... meh! It's entertaining at least.

2009 - Flashfoward

The entire world fainted at the same time. Everybody had visions of the future... so now some things need to be prevented for whatever reason.

Only one season, got cancelled. I don't remember a thing except the tribute to one of Jorge Luis Borges stories (El Jardín de los senderos que se bifurcan/ The garden of paths that bifurcate) and another to David Bowie's song Scary Monsters and Super Creeps. That's all I remember, I swear.

2009 - Modern Family

Sitcom that broke some barriers on what a typical family looks like. It's fun...but yeah, it also bored me.

Note to everybody: not all latinos sound like Sofía Vergara... not even Sofía Vergara sounds like Sofía Vergara the whole time.

#very vague tv reviews by harleiquina #very vague reviews by harleiquina #tv shows #1980s #1990s #2000s

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Haiii the female request anon

Could i have some Mira x reader fluff?

HI FEMALE REQUEST ANON IM SO SORRY I TOOK SO LONG GETTING TO THIS, JUST KNOW THAT I HAVE ACTUALLY BEEN PLANNING THIS OUT SINCE I SAW IT IN MY INBOX AND WANTED TO MAKE IT PERFECT BECAUSE MIRA IS ALSO MY FAVORITE FEMALE OPERATOR. I LOVE MIRA :D

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Mira x Reader: New on the Block

Trigger Warnings: None, all fluff!

Being invited to Team Rainbow, the world’s most prestigious anti-terrorist organization, was a big shock to you. You didn’t know it was even possible for your efforts as a dorky combat medic with a degree in engineering would even get you this far, but you were glad you were able to even get the opportunity. You also may or may not have gotten in due to a good word given by a good friend of yours. Santiago Lucero, Argentina’s stickiest little thief. If it weren’t for that one time you bumped into him after he got a serious injury while stationed in Argentina, you would have probably never gotten considered in the first place.

As was mandatory upon joining, a psychological report was made for you, and you found that Harry was much kinder than you were told. You found yourself recounting your life, and were found to deem a perfect fit for Rainbow’s line of medics. You thanked him for his consideration and invitation of you, then made your way to the R&D facility you needed to go to to have your gadget evaluation. You were to meet Elena Álvarez, the woman in charge of R&D while also being a skilled operator, and you couldn’t lie, you were a bit excited. You’d heard much about her from your letters with Santiago, and you couldn’t wait to get to know her better.

Once you got to R&D, you stepped inside and went to the first person you saw to ask where Elena was. Tapping her shoulder carefully, the woman you had approached turned around with a mildly startled expression on her face. “Oh- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I just wanted to ask you a question and everyone is moving around a bit too fast.” you apologize sheepishly. “Oh, it’s okay. What can I help you with then?” the woman asked. “I’m looking for Doctor Álvarez? I’m Rainbows newest recruit and I was scheduled for a gadget evaluation after my meeting with Harry.” you say. Giving you a sharp gasp, the woman then looked down at you holding your gadget before swiftly taking you over to one of the benches. She was speaking in rapid Spanish, as if she had just remembered something she forgot, before clearing her throat and sighing. “I’m so sorry if the way I looked and responded to you was rude. You can call me Elena, Doctor Álvarez is a bit too formal for me when other operators use it to address me.” She apologized.

Your eyes went wide, heart seemingly skipping a beat as you realized you had actually found her without even trying. She was even lovelier in person, and her voice was firm yet gentle at the same time. “It’s okay! Honestly, it was a bit justified for you to speak to me like that. You hadn’t met me before, and I just kinda walked up to you like some idiot.” you say, laughing softly. “Well, let’s go ahead and have that gadget evaluation. Just put it onto the workbench and talk me through the schematics and way it works.” Elena said. You nod, putting your device onto the workbench and got straight to the evaluation alongside her.

As you explained to her the schematics and how it works, Elena just seemingly couldn’t keep her eyes of you. You were clearly passionate about your work as a medic, and seemingly a damn good engineer with the device you crafted with your time in the military, and she loved that about people. Especially ones who were able to match her creativity when it came to new discoveries like you did. You didn’t get off topic like a few other operators had, and even showed her specifically what made it work. She was in absolute awe with you, and she wanted to learn more. “Now then, you think it needs any improvements?” you ask excitedly.

Elena snapped out of her thoughts and nodded, “If you wanted, we could possibly have it recharge faster if you change up a few of the wirings. We’ll test it, of course, so don’t be worried if we accidentally mess it up. But surely, knowing how good you crafted this, it doesn’t need too drastic of a change if you don’t want to.” she said. “I’m definitely okay with doing what you said. I’ve heard a lot about you, you know. I trust you completely with my devices and…I hope I can get to work more alongside you and see what else we could come up with together.” you say, suggesting that you had an interest in her. Elena’s face practically went red as she flustered, and she quickly looked back down at your gadget. She carefully switched some wiring around before closing it back up and reassembling it, before she then left you to a testing dummy. “So since it practically works as a mobile defibrillator as well as a vitals stabilizer, we’ll test it here.” she said.

You nodded and watched as she optimized some settings on the dummy to simulate that it was dead and needed to be revived. She gave you the all clear and you activated your gadget. It swiftly went to work, charging itself as it climbed right over the dummy’s “heart” before utilizing its first attempt to revive it. You were surprised to see that it recharged much faster now, thanks to her recommendation, and you couldn’t help but clap your hands happily. Soon enough, the dummy was revived. “Elena, you’re just as good, if not better, than what Santiago told me. You and I are going to get along just fine.” you say, giving her a handshake before pulling her into a tight hug.

Though she was a bit shocked at the sudden embrace, Elena couldn’t help but reciprocate it. “Oh no, you and I are most certainly going to get along. I could always use another hand here at R&D, so maybe I’ll get Harry to have you move here with us at some point when you’re not busy with the current operation.” she said. You then pulled away and gave her a warm smile, visibly flustering now, “Like I said, I’d be delighted to work alongside you. Thank you for your improvements, that was absolutely wonderful. And it didn’t fizzle! Gods, why didn’t I think of rewiring it the way you did!?” you joke, causing the both of you to laugh. Once your laughter died down, Elena gave you a much softer smile, “Well then, I hope to see you again once you’re back. Do good on your operation, okay?” she said, handing back your gadget. You give her a nod and a look of confidence, before getting out of R&D and meeting up with the operators you were assigned to work with. The both of you were much more hopeful now that you found mutual compatibility through engineering and improvements.

And maybe, just maybe, hopeful that things would work out smoothly between each other to where you could possibly sneak in a good friendship and relationship sometime down the line.

#r6s #rainbow six siege #r6s x reader #rainbow six siege x reader #r6s mira #elena maría álvarez #mira x reader #fluff #fluff fic #first meeting #r6s GEO

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the rhea thing!!!

Lena knew she was lied to... but Rhea had a compelling story, so Lena decided to give Rhea a second chance. And that second chance resulted in Lena sending Kara's boyfriend off the planet, and Kara growing distant from her - Lena almost lost the most precious person in her life from trusting Rhea.

and think about also how this felt after she learned that kara was in fact supergirl! it turns out she tried specifically to talk to -supergirl herself- for advice about rhea, and then blamed herself for kara’s distance when kara/supergirl made her own call to send her bf off planet. and if lena hadn’t been out of the superfriend loop, she likely never would have given rhea the second chance - or maybe even the first chance; rhea wouldn’t have been able to single her out.

And then she was lied to again, but the liar was the most precious person in her life. (Just after Lena chose to kill the only other precious person in her life, to protect the liar who was using her.)

you phrase this so succinctly and so well, it really feels like the sort of thought that would tumble around in lena’s head while she was spiralling. i kind of felt that the superfriends (the writers?) were really blase about the whole death of lex situation. in other dceu shows the hero failing to save someone or killing someone - even by accident - is usually a big retrospective thing, especially given the whole supergirl doesn’t kill thing. even if kara tries to save him first, she thinks she caused her best friend’s villainous brother’s death - but there’s no reckoning at all until it turns out lena killed him, even though she knows exactly what lex meant to lena. (practically speaking i think there were probably just too many loose ends to tie up at the end of the season, but in the context of the rift it feels like it’s additional fodder for lena to feel used and betrayed.)

It feels really telling in a way that she was willing to have Andrea back in her life (in some capacity) after Kara's betrayal, given how Andrea and Kara rhyme in interesting ways. I'm still mulling over what I think of that.

i thought this also!!! andrea and kara are actually very similar in their interaction with lena: in both cases they kind of unilaterally decide ‘i am your friend now’, and afterwards that mutual devotion is there as well - lena literally shows up in argentina, andrea’s dad is still sick, and lena goes ‘i need to find this medal’ and andrea drops everything and organises an expedition? it gives the sense that lena used to rely on andrea the same way she comes to rely on kara, so the echo of that betrayal is such an interesting parallel.

the way that episode played out with andrea’s betrayal, i felt you could almost read it as lena’s break-up with jack and moving to national city wasn’t even so much in response to lex and his trial as much as it was a pre-emptive response triggered by learning of andrea’s betrayal (if i can’t even trust andrea, who can i trust? which seems to be the exact reaction she has to kara - except when push came to shove, she sought out andrea again).

(it’s also possible i am pushing a very specific headcanon because i just really really think lena and andrea have serious exes energy.)

i would love to hear your thoughts and headcanons! (thanks again for reading these really long asks, haha)

Yes to all of this, especially the lackluster way Kara treated Lex's death.

I definitely headcanon Andrea as Lena's ex. The way it played out on screen... I honestly forgot a lot of the time that that's not canon.

I'll definitely share more of my headcanons over time as the thoughts occur to me! 😉

#answering this first thing in the morning when I should be trying to sleep whoops #anyway feel free to message me if you ever want to chat too!!#anonymous #asks

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kteabug · 2 years

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Chapter Thirteen: kairos

kairos: the perfect, delicate, crucial moment; rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement

Chapter Summary: Oikawa travels to San Juan and Iwaizumi might get a roommate.

Pairings: Alpha!Iwaizumi x Omega!Oikawa

Word Count: 4272

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, anxiety,

Rating: 18+

A/N: I’m sorry it’s been so long since the last update. My pregnancy was exhausting but good news is Peanut is here and doing well (he came on 9/18 and was a tad early) - still trying to get back into the swing of things.

Various Locations – Early March 2022

San Juan, Argentina – Saturday, 1pm

“Toooooruuuu!!!!” Mateo rushes over towards his former teammate, crashing into him as he wraps his arms around the Omega.

Oikawa takes in the familiar and missed tangerine pheromones, finally able to relax since he first got to the airport to leave Japan. He hates flying now, the intense mix of various pheromones makes the task more difficult than it already was, but his shoulders drop as the citrus scent slowly surrounds him.

“Give him some room to breathe, ‘Teo.” Pablo rolls his eyes, getting a smile from Oikawa, who is glad to see that they are still the same after he left.

“Don’t act like you didn’t miss him!” Mateo teases the Alpha, squeezing Oikawa once more before reluctantly stepping backwards.

Pablo tries to rebut before giving up, awkwardly looking around, unsure what to really do. He reaches out to take Oikawa’s backpack but is surprised when he’s pulled into a hug by the Omega.

“I missed you too.” Oikawa beams his signature smile up at the Alpha, who can’t seem to say anything coherent before the Omega lets go.

The three of them head to the baggage claim, Pablo grabs his suitcase before either Omega could. Mateo eagerly catches Oikawa up on the team, old and new teammates, about the coach and mostly just about how things have been in their friend group since he left. It’s a bit bittersweet really, listening to all the things he’s had to miss out on, but on the other hand he appreciates that his departure didn’t cause any issues with his friends.

* * Irvine, California – 9am

The blonde watches his phone – the blue-eyed man on the other end is frantically moving around the apartment. They’d been on video call for nearly 30 minutes and at least 25 of them were him watching the other man arrange and rearrange the living room area over and over.

“I think the khaki pillow looked better on the left cushion of the couch rather than the right.”

“Really?” Santiago reaches for the pillow before stopping, an unamused expression on his face as he turns towards his laptop. “I don’t appreciate your sarcasm, sir.”

The blonde feigns innocence, “I have no idea what you mean.”

He sighs, flopping down on the bar stool in front of the bar where his laptop is sitting, running his fingers through his hair, an adorable pout on his face. “I’m sorry. You’re busy and here I am wasting time by moving furniture.”

“No time spent with you is wasted.” He laughs watching Santiago cringe at the corny comment, “but I do need to get going – warm-ups will be starting soon.”

The dark-haired Alpha poked out his bottom lip, “shouldn’t college athletes be old enough to warm-up without their coach?”

Someone calls for the blonde, pulling his attention from the pouting Alpha. After a few minutes, his attention is redirected, “I really need to go, Santi. I’ll try to call tonight if you haven’t partied too hard, I know how you get.”

Santi rolls his eyes, “I drunk call one time and it never gets let go.”

“Never.” He smirks, “alright, I’ll talk to you later.”

“Bye, Col. Good luck today.”

“You too. Oh – I’d move that pillow before he gets there!”

“BYE!” Santiago hangs up in the middle of Colin laughing. Shaking his head at the other Alpha’s behavior, no matter how ridiculous he is, he always seems to calm Santiago down.

** San Juan, Argentina – Saturday, 1:45pm

Oikawa has spent the entire elevator ride fidgeting with his phone, nervously wondering where the campfire scented Alpha is. There’s a thought, a quick one, but it settles deeply in his stomach and that’s that maybe the Alpha doesn’t want anything to do with him anymore. Maybe over the last few months he realized Oikawa was just too much to deal with.

“Honey, we’re home!” Mateo calls out when he unlocks the Alpha’s apartment. The three of them shuffled into the doorway, Pablo still refusing to let Oikawa carry his own luggage.

A panicked Alpha looks over at the door, khaki-colored pillow in his hand as his dark hair falls slightly in his eyes. Oikawa squeezes between Mateo and Pablo, a cautious expression on his face as he searches Santiago’s for any clues on his feelings, hoping that it’s all in his head, that his former teammate wouldn’t just abandon him like a certain other Alpha.

It happens in a blur. Strong tanned arms wrap around him, pulling him into a broad chest as he feels the other man nuzzle his face into the curve of his neck. His nose brushes gently against his scent gland – ones that Oikawa covered with scent blockers and now feels awkward having done – trying to take in the Omega’s pheromones.

“I missed you so much.” The Alpha finally speaks, voice a bit huskier than he remembers and suddenly all the stress that has been knotted up in shoulders, all the negative thoughts about Santiago wanting nothing to do with him, just evaporates as he wraps his arms around the Alpha.

** San Juan, Argentina – Saturday, 11pm

“Since when do you only drink two beers?” Oikawa teases the Alpha, getting a sleepy chuckle out of Pablo, who is half-asleep in the armchair closest to the door.

“It’s because of blondie.” Mateo adds, tossing a wink to whomever.

“Blondie?” Oikawa raises an eyebrow as he turns to Santiago, curiosity tangling into his scent.

He rubs the back of his neck, clearly trying to come up with something to say, but unable to. “J-just a friend.”

Oikawa watches as the Alpha looks down at his ringing phone before excusing himself down the hall. The Omega looks over at Mateo, who just waves him off, reassuring him that Santiago wasn’t upset, but maybe a bit embarrassed.

The brunette gets a bit impatient, tossing his phone beside him after absentmindedly scrolling through various apps. He looks over to see both Mateo and Pablo passed out before he heads down the hall to see what Santiago is up to, but stops when he hears the Alpha talking.

“How was the track meet?” Santi follows up with a congrats, leaving Oikawa to suspect things went well for whomever was on the other end.

Oikawa’s eyes widen slightly, watching a new side of the Alpha appear – one he’s never seen before. He watches the usually confident and boisterous Alpha turn into a docile, shy-like pup and Oikawa is sure if he had a tail, it’d be wagging excitedly.

“Ya know,” his voice becomes soft, bashfulness slipping into his pheromones, “I was looking at my schedule and I think I can get some time off at the end of next month.”

Oikawa knows he should leave, that obviously this was a private conversation, but he’s captivated at just how Santiago is acting. How tamed he seems to be with whoever is on the other end of the line.

“No, no, no…I can come there. Maybe even see you in action as the best track coach.” There’s a pause, “best coach in my book.”

The Omega smiles, slightly jealous of the interaction, wishing he had an Alpha like that. Wishing for just a moment the Alpha who marked him acted that way (damn his stupid instincts) and for just a moment, he wonders how he ever let Sanitago go, why he never gave him a chance.

Santiago amusingly hums at something said to him before finally noticing Oikawa in the doorway, looking apologetic. He holds up an index finger – signaling for him to wait.

“You’ll call tomorrow when you get back? Be careful please.” The Alpha lowers his voice as he turns away from Oikawa, but the brunette swears he hears: ‘goodnight, I love you.’

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.” Oikawa quickly defends himself when Santi turns around, the call now ended.

“No worries.”

“I guess that was blondie?” Oikawa watches the Alpha run his fingers through his hair, turning away slightly as if he was embarrassed and suddenly it all clicks. “You don’t have to tell me.”

“His name is Colin. We met at the Olympics, he was on the USA team.” Santi motions for Oikawa to sit next to him on the side of the bed. He tells the Omega how it was a complete coincidence that they had even met: that he had gone to the vending machines and saw Colin and his friend, Ty. Then later that night, he ran into the blonde again outside the hotel which led to them talking well into the morning.

“Aww. Santi, that's adorable.” The Omega purrs.

The Alpha rolls his eyes, “we just clicked and exchanged numbers, but it’s nothing official or anything. Not to mention the huge distance.”

Oikawa picks up on the slight distress coming off Santi, “I think any Omega would be lucky to have you, regardless of the distance. You’re worth making it work, ya know?”

Santiago smirks when the pang in his chest he’s waiting for never comes. There was a time when he’d read into that, assuming the brunette Omega felt the same way about him, but he guesses this is what you call growth. He hums, “I’m pretty sure I’m more lucky to have him.”

** San Juan, Argentina – Thursday, 10am

“Stay.” Mateo clings to Oikawa, whining repeatedly, “just a couple more days or forever. My apartment has a spare room.”

Oikawa chuckles, “I would, but I promised my mom I’d be home for dinner.”

The other Omega just rolls his eyes, shooting a glare at the two Alphas who found Oikawa’s remark hilarious. He knows this goodbye isn’t forever, that Oikawa has already promised to be better at keeping in contact, trying to visit more once things get more settled with his mark and he figures out what he’s going to do with the rest of his life now that volleyball is over.

“Do you need help carrying this?” Pablo asks. “I got it from here.” Oikawa takes his backpack and suitcase from the Alpha, who once again refuses to let him carry his own bags. “I won’t have any strong Alphas back home to carry them for me.”

“You know you really can stay. My place has an extra room and is a lot nicer than Mat’s.” Santiago offers.

“Hey!”

“I appreciate it and would like to stay, but –” He stops, unsure of what really is keeping him in Japan. There are doctors in Argentina and it isn’t like he’s attending college or working which would keep him in his home country. The only thing he can think of is Iwa, but things with him were still so up in the air.

“But your mom is waiting.” Santi finishes, picking up on the very slight distress coming from the Omega.

Oikawa just smiles, once again thankful for the Alpha who always seems to just know. “Colin is really lucky to have you.”

He says one final goodbye to his friends before heading towards his gate, feeling a weight lifted from his shoulders because this time, leaving feels like it’s his choice instead of the only one he has.

* * Tokyo, Japan – Late March 2022

Iwaizumi is exhausted. Somehow the exercise physiologist that was hired four months ago has led him to having even more work. The charts have all recently been digitized so that at any time an employee can sign into the charts and add notes and such to the players’ charts. However it seems the new guy likes to just jot notes down in a personal notebook and not input them into the charts meaning Iwaizumi has to hunt the information down. He understands handwriting notes, he too has a notebook he keeps things in, but at least he makes sure to make it accessible to the rest of the staff. So much for teamwork.

But Iwa’s irritation towards the other Alpha goes deeper than missing chart notes and always taking the coffee mug Iwa likes to use. There’s just something about him that rubs Iwaizumi the wrong way like a shirt tag that scratches against your neck. Maybe it’s the fact this guy refuses to use scent patches and his almost suffocating pheromones fill whatever space he’s been in. Or maybe it’s the annoying way the leathery scent seems familiar, but he can’t place it.

He scrunches up his face as he places the mug of now cold coffee back on his desk – mood further souring. Rolling his shoulders he looks over at the wall clock in his office: 5:45PM and he knows that he won’t be leaving anytime soon.

Ding! Ding!

Oikawa: Are you coming to Mattsun’s?

Oikawa: Oh! Sorry to bother you at work!

Iwaizumi: Don’t be! No bother at all.

Iwaizumi: I can’t tonight – paperwork.

Iwaizumi sighs, his irritation toward the newly hired Alpha grows. Things between the pair had been a little off after the reunion and before they could meet back up in person, he took a trip to South America. Iwaizumi assumed that he’d have a lot of people to catch up with, so he limited his replies even though it drove him crazy to know he could talk to the Omega whenever he wanted. He knows Oikawa is having a tough time and even if it means swallowing his feelings down, he just wants to be there for him, to be the one he can lean on. But this stupid, leathery smelling bitch of an Alpha continues to stand in his way.

** Oikawa: Boo you whore!

Oikawa lets out a deep sigh, dropping his arm to the side while his fingers brush against the carpet. The only thing that had gotten him through this shitty week had been the thought of getting to see and talk to the Alpha.

The pair have been texting a lot, almost everyday ended with a phone call to the other, and things have started to feel more normal than they had been since his return to Japan. But texts and calls weren’t the same as being face-to-face, to being able to smell Iwa’s earthy pheromones and pretend he doesn’t notice how he’s the only Alpha that doesn’t trigger his instincts into thinking he’s betraying the one whose mark he wears.

Bzzt! Bzzt!

Iwaizumi Hajime: Blame the new guy

Oikawa: Maybe I’ll come by and give him a piece of my mind.

Iwaizumi Hajime: And tell him what? To leave your Alpha alone?

Oikawa squeals, tossing his phone towards Makki who gets hit in the shin due to not paying attention to the Omega’s antics. The pink-haired Beta quickly shoots a confused look at the brunette before picking up the cellphone by his foot.

“Who are you talking to that has you acting more of a dork than usual?”

“...Iwaizumi.”

The Beta perks up, trying a few password combinations before locking the Omega out of his phone for five minutes. Both men groan as they can only sit and watch the phone slowly and painstakingly count down – both silently thankful Makki didn’t disable it for any longer or permanently.

Oikawa experiences several emotions while reading the six unread messages from Iwa that all came in during the last five minutes. From the bashfulness that heats up the tips of his ears and fills his chest with warmth to the defeated feeling that runs a chill across his shoulders when reality slaps him in the face, taking away the short illusion that his life isn’t what it is.

Iwaizumi Hajime: I meant friend

Iwaizumi Hajime: Ya know, like ‘leave your Alpha friend alone’

Iwaizumi Hajime: That makes even less sense…

Iwaizumi Hajime: Oikawa? Hello?

Iwaizumi Hajime: I’ll talk to you later…paperwork, ya know?

Iwaizumi Hajime: I’m sorry for that message…especially since you’re…well ya know…

“At least he didn’t text you ‘I was hacked’ or something lame like that.”

Oikawa gives Makki a ‘what the fuck’ expression before locking his phone. “I thought you were going to help me search for an apartment, not pick on me.”

“I don’t even think ‘hiro has ever searched for an apartment in his life.” Mattsun remarks as he walks into the apartment, having just got off of work. He presses a quick kiss to Makki’s temple before properly greeting the Omega.

“I did too! I went with Ryuu–” the Beta quickly bites his lip, eyes focusing on the ground because he doesn’t want to see the look that could be in Matsukawa’s eyes.

Mattsun clears his throat, it does nothing to alleviate the thick tension that’s in the air around them. “Why the sudden itch to move? I’m sure your parents love having you there.”

“They do and I enjoy being there. But…uh…well it’s getting harder on me to be exposed to so many pheromones and the train takes a huge toll on me. I figured finding a place close or at least closer to my doctors would be the best.” He knows that he’s rambling a bit, but he can’t help it. The clear tension in the room has him slightly on edge. “Plus I should really think of getting a job or maybe going to college.”

Matsukawa hums before walking down the hallway towards the master bedroom. Once the door clicks, Oikawa practically breaks his neck turning towards Hanamaki, who already knows what’s going to come out of the Omega’s mouth.

“What the fuck was that? Who is Ryuu? Why did Mattsun look so…dejected?”

Makki glances down the hallway, their bedroom door still shut, but he keeps his voice low anyways. “Ryuuji was an…uhm…Alpha I saw for some time.”

“Before Mattsun?” His words come out slowly and he doesn’t like the look on the Beta’s face. “While you were together? Makki…did you che–”

“No!” He yells in a hushed tone. “It was before we were together or at least serious. Back when we just hooked up from time to time, I happened to meet Ryuuji while waiting for Issei to meet me at a bar. We actually stopped talking for a while, Issei and I, so it’s just kind of a sore topic.”

“What happened? I mean with Ry–that Alpha?” Of course Oikawa knew Mattsun and Makki were essentially fuckbuddies. Hell, anyone with half a brain cell could see that, but the Omega never knew they stopped talking, that someone drove them apart.

“He did what Alphas do.” Hanamaki’s words are laced with venom, “he marked an Omega.”

The brunette’s hand moves on its own, covering the bite mark that’s already hidden behind his charcoal gray turtleneck.

* * Tokyo, Japan – Early April 2022

Iwaizumi watches in confusion as Hanamaki looks around his apartment, walking around like he’s scoping the place out.

“Would you say it’s fairly priced for the location? How far from K University? Do you like the area?”

The Alpha glances at Matsukawa who just throws his hands up, he’s just as confused and lost as Iwa is with his partner’s behavior. “It’s within my budget, so I’d say yeah. It’s about a ten minute walk and I don’t really go out much due to work, but my coworkers enjoy the local shops and such.”

The Beta hums, walking down the hallway. “How many bedrooms?”

“Uh…two.” Iwa looks at Makki when he returns to the living room area, “why so many questions? Mattsun finally kicked ya out?”

Makki scrunches his face and sticks his tongue out, “funny, but no. I know someone who is looking for a place. Do you use your second bedroom?”

“What? Uhm, not really. It was going to be an office, but I never work from home.”

“You know, they say having a roommate makes you happier.”

“Who says that?” Iwa asks just as Mattsun remarks, “do they really?”

“It was in an article.” Makki shoots a glare at his partner, “anyways, think of how fun it would be! More money in your pocket, someone to help around the place, no more lonely nights in silence.”

“When did I say my nights were lonely?”

“You’re 28, live alone and don’t even have a plant. They’re lonely.” Makki tilts his head with an amused look on his face.

“Wait wait wait. Who do you know that needs a place?”

“Oikawa. He mentioned it a few weeks ago when he came over.”

This certainly catches Iwaizumi’s attention. The two of them have talked plenty within that time frame and the Omega never mentioned it to him. “Why out here? Wouldn’t it be easier to stay close to his parents?”

Makki rolls his eyes, annoyed that those two still haven’t gotten their shit together, before telling Iwaizumi briefly what Oikawa had told him. The train rides were beginning to take a huge toll, he spent more time at the various doctors than at home anyways, and he was thinking of getting a job or going back to school.

Iwaizumi realizes there’s a lot that Oikawa doesn’t include in their conversations and he tries not to feel so rejected by that realization. An Alpha had hurt him, so of course opening up to another one, especially one with a rocky history, would be difficult. Not to mention, Iwaizumi could start asking deeper questions instead of just ‘how are you’ and ‘did you have a decent day’ and waiting for Oikawa to lead the conversation.

“Even if I wanted a roommate, asking Oikawa to move in would be disrespectful.”

Matsukawa runs his hand down his face, “what the hell are you talking about?”

“It’s distasteful to live with a marked Omega who isn’t bonded to you.”

The two Betas share a look, one mixed with exhaustion and annoyance, those two really did know how to stress them out unknowingly.

“That’s such a traditional way of thinking.” Mattsun tells the Alpha.

“Yeah, did we wake up back in the 1800’s.” Makki teases, “plus the hell with tradition. There’s nothing traditional about his whole situation. He’s been home for what…six months now? And not once has that Alpha appeared or even been mentioned.”

Hanamaki did make good points. It would be different if the bond was complete. It would be different if Oikawa was just blatantly choosing to live with a different Alpha. Hell, it would be different if the Omega wasn’t bonded at all. But he is and the only saving grace that calms Iwa’s thoughts is that that Alpha isn’t in the picture. Well at least he assumes said Alpha isn’t.

“Yeah, I suppose you’re right.” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes when he hears Makki squeal.

The strawberry-haired Beta jumps up, immediately announcing that he’s calling Oikawa before either of the other men in the apartment can object.

“But only if he can’t find a place first!” Iwaizumi calls out, knowing the Beta doesn’t hear a word he’s just said.

“Looks like you might get a roommate, eh?” Matsukawa smirks when Iwaizumi chugs the rest of his beer.

* * Miyagi, Japan – Mid April 2022

“Are you sure about this? It’s not really…it might look…” Miyeko struggles to find the right way to phrase her thoughts.

“No matter what I do, things won’t look good to some people.” Oikawa chuckles, knowing his mother means well, but he’s used to this. Used to the awkward stares he gets from new nurses and receptionists, to the curious looks when people realize he’s covering a bond mark, something most wear with pride. He can’t say that he likes or enjoys the feeling of shame that he gets or the way he wants to crumble at their judgment, but his parents have done so much and the least he can do is act like it doesn’t get to him.

“I think this will be good for Tooru,” Daisuke gives his wife’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “Maybe he’ll be able to spend less days stuck in bed from pheromone overloads and even go back to lower doses of his medicine. Things may get more stable and he can start the next chapter in his life. Plus we know Hajime will look after him.”

Miyeko still doesn’t look all that convinced and her tone solidifies that, “but…maybe we should ask your doctor again or get a second opinion.”

“Dr. Frye thinks it will be a good thing and so does Dr. Arimura. I promise if it gets too much I’ll rethink things and bring them up at appointments.”

“If it gets too much, Tooru knows he can come home or we can help him find a different place.”

“Let’s just get you a single apartment now.” Hints of distress start to taint his mother’s lavender scent causing his dad’s woodsy scent to fill the room.

“Mi, I’m worried about this too, but I think we can both agree we’d feel a bit better if we knew someone was with Tooru, right?”

“It’s just…he’s an Alpha…”

“But before that, he’s just Hajime, Tooru’s childhood best friend. We know his pheromones don’t affect Tooru as badly as others do and this way there’s someone there just in case.”

“He’ll be my roommate not my keeper.” Oikawa huffs, feeling more like a teenager than he did back when he actually was one.

“And you’re sure he’s okay with you living with him?” Miyeko turns her attention back to her son.

“Yes, Mom. I’ll have him tell you himself when he calls tonight if you want.”

“Well, if you are both sure this is a good idea…” “I’m already poorly bonded, what’s the worst that could happen?” Oikawa jokes, causing Miyeko to state he was going to cause her to have a heart attack before walking off and getting a head shake from Daisuke.

But honestly, what was the worst that could happen?

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blucassiopeia · 11 months

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so in Dangerous Oikawa has to give a. massive apology to reader BUT BUT BUT (unless i misunderstood) Iwaizumi owes an apology too to readers.

it wasn’t really mentioned in the fic if iwaizumi kept in touch with oikawa after the bistro incident…and as far as it was revealed he knew little to nothing about reader and her relationship with oikawa. IF SO then he had no right in lowkey gaslighting oikawa in that phone call saying he could not drop his (their) dream just for reader and then saying she was just a Ran’s placeholder AS if oikawa could/should never move on from Ran - unconsciously he was already movin on….

also i don’t recall, in the bistro incident who (if osamu or Ran’s man) in the end told oikawa to stay away from ran (forever i suppose)…then during the wedding day the gc was full of pictures of them being happy and oikawa left the gc BUT Osamu added him again 🥴🥴 what’s with this toxicity

he fucked up, no one can deny it, BUT it takes two to have an affair (if that’s what really happened) unless the cheater lies about their single status. Let’s not forget that in the end Ran told oikawa that she would always choose her boyfriend (Ran’s plushie) - as a lover. What was Oikawa supposed to do? Yes, he promised the boyfriend he was staying till he came back (from i dont even know where he went) BUT in my own opinion a good friend understands that sometimes (right or wrong) we have to prioritise ourselves and not someone else’s well being (Ran’s in this case).

cant wait to know the boyfriends name to yell at him a big fat F.O bc if he and ran didn’t have a complicated relationship then im pretty sure many thing could have been prevented. 😬

so far i’ve yet too see the boys held Ran accountable for her mistakes (?) - i.e the affair - i mean only two people went to argentina but my gut feeling is telling me that everyone in the gc thought oikawa was the -only one - at fault (whether they knew about the affair or not)

also this might be an unpopular opinion but all the boys seems to be a bit too (over)protective of Ran’s well being (we know she had her problems growing up but who didn’t) to the point where they not just protect but coddle her too…like from their point of view she cant do no wrongs and her happiness comes always first (it doesn’t matter if they -the boys - are breaking bc they are in love with her and they don’t have a chance).

since they will never have Ran romantically (oikawa’s story proves it) they will do everything to make her happy/life easier being at her beck and call and at the same time as they grow up and life goes on they meet new people (readers from the different spin offs) they will not only prevent themselves to move on and be actually happy but, at the same time, hurt the various readers, some more than others (ie kuroo’s spin off). ngl this is kinda a toxic behaviour (from the boys pov) 🫣

sooner or later they will understand/realise that their happiness can be linked to someone else and maybe what they really needed to move on was time and space (away from Ran). A clear example (so far) is kuroo’s story, it took him literally years to realise (his) reader was the one for him and also to actually see that he was already in love with her but he always dismissed those feelings bc he was so present and active in Ran and the twins lives everyone would think he was the actual father 🤔🥴 …and the way kuroo’s realisation was worded sounded like he was too late?

Semi’s story is similar, but completely different at the same time compared to kuroo’s (referring to the time skip when they are no longer uni students but working adults). Semi’s reader, the singer, was a his friend and her presence was sort of a constant reminder that he should stop being delusional about Ran since she was happy with a family. He might not had space (away from Ran) but the singer was there with him when he babysat the twins, they even argued about it.

While Kuroo’s delusions where strong enough not even kenma could do much about it. at a certain point he wasn’t even taking care of himself but it was reader silently doing it. Ran’s twins were sick, he was rushing to them, it was their birthday, he couldn’t miss it. someone implied he might be one of the godfathers but still…he was doing what a father is supposed to do/not miss. Where the heck was Ran’s husband in all of this? In the end readers words (when she talked with kenma) were true: if kuroo doesn’t take care of him (and his heart) who’s gonna do it? if reader wasn’t silently there kuroo might have collapsed bc of exhaustion between his workplace and Ran’s house 🫡🫡 Kuroo’s missing an outsider’s pov (Semi’s reader) who could tell him what is he living for? if Ran’s and the twins’ well being is his own purpose of life then maybe he should rethink about it. What would Ran think if she finds out he’s devoting (not her finding about he being in love with her but just as a friend) his life to her family. I don’t think she would be happy

Ngl as much as i want to see all the spin off boys be happy with their respective readers i wouldn’t mind see kuroo suffer after the realisation he lost his true love of his life (reader). Her falling for someone else would be a deja vu BUT her dying *chef’s kiss* You can fix many things but not prevent someone’s death 😬

one last thing: in the main story is there gonna be a chapter where Ran kind of realise she was the reason (unconsciously obliviously) some of the boys where keeping potential love interest at an arm’s length/not wanting anyone in their lives bc of her?

sorry for the long ask

okay i'll loosen a little to explain further the issues presented aaaand i would like you to know anon that i appreciate these kind of asks because some people also needs to ask this 🥺🥺 thank you for collating it for you and for them 🥺🥺 so okay..

yep, and Oikawa and Iwaizumi would be there to apologize.. for maybe (2 weeks for iwa 3 months for Tooru ANDDD ssh) they'll be with someone else in here andー🙈 eitherway, Tooru and Ran would still have a VERY complicated "interaction" (i wont say relationship), but she, too, will apologize.

hajime is aware of all that's happening to tooru in san juan and he didn't bat an eye on everything tooru shares day by day, and he updates him with SOMETHING I CAN'T SAY. All I can say is that he has every right to gaslight tooru in that phone call because tooru himself is confused and iwacchan intended to make him realize his feelings (he intends to say that tooru should take yn to his world if he really loves her, prove to iwacchan he has moved on, but tooru can't even say anything at that moment other than his attempt to drop their dreams for her, that's where they both fucked up)

it was ran's plushie that said tooru should stay away from Ran (didn't say forever), i will say it here coz ill not be stating this in the other chap so.. tooru previously left the chat consequently when he left Japan, Kei added him back tho and that was enough for the others to understand a little of what's happening (ran not batting an eye on that too, she doesn't care). and osamu is not toxic in that scene i swearrrr, he knows kei's intentions on adding tooru back, but yes they are teasing tooru in a very savage way i believe he deserves.

yep, tooru fucked up bigtime but i dont remember saying Ran had an affair with him or something............. it's safe to say that Ran's plushie intended to leave Ran on tooru's care as a friend AND THAT'S ALL THAT I CAN SAY, let's just say tooru made a really REALLY big mistake that destroyed Ran and i think everyone who's close to them (especially Ran's plushie).

and no, you can't yell at him 🥺🥺 im not revealing his name but really, you would understand why they have a complicated relationship. in the fic, you would first see Ran's POV, i mean the entire first half of the fic is hers, then 2 POVs of Ran's plushie explaining the events he cant say to Ran (but he did say to the boys) AAAAAAHHH SSSSHHー

i mentioned that Ran, Tadashi and Kei are in levels of density other people can't reach (in Kageyama's) but yep, it's not an excuse but she really doesn't know anything else toottoot i think Osamu's spinoff would relieve your issue on this coz it will tackle Ran's density (but still lowkey) but it will show you another side of Ran. AND they are protective of Ran, especially the Karasuno ones, because they know something others don't, and there are groups within the "volleyball idiots GC" that knows other "issues of Ran they can't tell anyone about". let's say there are 3 groups of that, one being lowkey mentioned on other fics i wont tell.

yeah, they are loving Ran in a toxic behavior im not gonna deny it but i think that tooru is just the hard-smacked lover, tetsu is well yeah YOU WOULD UNDERSTAND KUROO TETSUROU LATER IN THE FIC and add "3 someones" there, because they have the same issue.

and 🥺 we're tackling my Semi 🥺 but i can't say anything about hiiim, and yea, he's clearly different with the others. and i can't say it's a "delusion" for tetsu. all i can say to explain tetsu is that "Ran's plushie gave him something he can't afford to lose". and where is "Ran's plushie" in all of this.. i cant sayyyyyyy 💔 but tetsu devoting his everything to Ran has some sort of explanation in the fic, don'cha'worry. AND HEYYY did i say that kuroo's yn is some sort of a game changer (but for the 2nd fic). and believe me, Ran knows what's happening to whom, you'll understand her more soooon.

and omg, kuroo's yn dyingggg, I LAUGHED SO HARD. 👀👀👀 you might wanna read that portion again and you'll know when you know, then pm me if you have a hunch.

in a chapter, Ran will realize everything after she loses something really big. someone will sit and talk with her about these things and that will lead to her apologizing to tooru's yn, and to the others as well, but i dont think she's accounted to apologize butーAH YOU'LL KNOW YOU WILL KNOW I SWEAR. but you will see something like this (but lowkey) in Osamu's soon enough.

i love youu, you're nicely knitting the spinoffs 🥺

#fs spinoffs

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