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WIP Tag Game!

Thaaank you for tags @gayrootvegetable, @songliili, @read-and-write-, @rockyroadkylers, and @hgejfmw-hgejhsf! 🫶 Always love you guys.

RULES: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I'm so bad at keeping track of my own files so this for sure isn't all but I tried retrieving and recalling as much as I could that I know have some sort of outline/words to them already, sooo here goes.

RWRB:

1. VCT-verse / eSports AU 2. 5+1 fake frat boy Alex 3. ATLA AU 4. Amortentia Oneshot 5. Drops of Jupiter Oneshot 6. Exes to What? (the happy one) 7. Wedding Exes (the angst one) 8. 5+1 ode to Oxford Slut Henry 9. Death-cast AU (Book: They Both Die at the End) 10. 5+1 Alex and Henry discovering some secrets of the universe 11. Bea and June Oneshot

Shameless (US):

1. On the Off Chance (Soulmate AU) 2. Wasted Youth 3. Hanahaki AU 4. To Break in a Glove Oneshot

Haikyuu: (I can't find everything here)

1. Internship AU 2. Matsuhana Childhood Friends AU 3. Gig Goer!Issei/Tattoo Artist!Hiro

I'm not sure if I can tag as many people as the numbers on this list (who haven't done this yet) so feel free to skip this if you already made yours! But also, open tag to everyone who wants to do it too (tag me back, I want to see). @inexplicablymine @ladygoddess87 @later-2-dae @movetoheavens @cricketnationrise @14carrotghoul @44whispers @happiness-of-the-pursuit @starlikesithot @kiwiana-writes @leojfitz @leaves-of-laurelin @littlemisskittentoes @user-anakin

Hello and welcome!

Replacing my pinned with a list of the stuff I've written for anyone checking my account out. Heh. Everything is sorted by fandom, and then word count! (And if there's something I should add to the tagging, please feel free to send me a message about it so I can make the edits.) Enjoy... hopefully!

RWRB

some part of me came alive - 10,979 words [college-ish AU, 5+1]

"Bye David." David's head snaps back to Alex's direction, eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly you'd think it wasn't even there. Alex, having just removed his glasses again as he yawns once more, doesn't see it. David takes a couple seconds before slightly shaking his head, like he's just imagining something and is now actively wiping the thought away. He opens the door before he responds. "Bye Alex."

(Or: The five times Alex unintentionally calls Henry by his dog’s name, and the one time he does it on purpose.)

Francesca - 10,189 words [graphic depictions and references of violence/abuse/injuries]

Once, in a much worse place before all of this; Alex had worked for someone with one side of his office overflowing with books. He'd read all sorts of things there: Anatomy, selected works in philosophy, Oliver Twist, war hero accounts, law. Anything he could get a hold of in the dark, really. Among those books were a bible. There's a passage there that stuck— something he'd only read past but had barraged into the walls of Alex's mind three years ago, Book of Jeremiah, chapter 17, verse 9: The heart is more deceitful than anything else and is desperate. Who can know it?

Love Songs in the Key of Liam - 8,152 words [Liam POV/centric, 5+1]

It's fucked. He's fucked — Liam, that is. There was no way this was going to work. Ever. What's the next worst thing to growing up closeted in a typically close-minded neighbourhood? Probably developing a crush on your best friend who lives in said neighbourhood. (Or: The five times love songs reminded Liam of his now estranged best friend, and the one time it reminded him of someone else.)

Terrible Things - 4,038 words [Hanahaki AU, hurt/no comfort]

"How long?" That, he can answer. "A year or so." He croaks out, not really wanting to strain himself any further.

water in my hands - 3,521 words [sickfic(?), has references to illness, hurt/no comfort]

It takes Alex a good amount of time to realise; sometimes love just isn't enough to keep the world going, even if he desperately wanted it to.

no question (he'll hold your heart if you let him) - 2,837 words [June POV/outsider POV, post-canon]

June doesn't think much about it at first, putting the box along the pile, but she belatedly realises what it is and gets an idea. A satisfied grin makes its way onto her lips when she finally finds it, an edition of Astrotalk that detailed star sign compatibilities. June doesn't open the magazine all the way to the Libra section, stopping short at someone else's instead. (Or: June finds a box that contained one of her teenage fixations and goes through it for old time's sake.)

Smoke Slow - 2,026 words [shotgun kissing oneshot basically]

“Hey.” Alex says, just for the sake of saying something, the silence between them wasn’t stifling but he didn’t want to risk their interaction coming to an end just because he’s not engaging enough. Henry gives him a sideways glance. “Teach me how to do that.”

“Do what?”

“That. The shotgun.” For a moment, Alex briefly considers how idiotic that probably sounded to Henry. It wasn’t a hard task to mimic, but Alex had long thrown out his composure out the fences of Pez’s house when Henry put the goddamn stick into his mouth. 

i'll be happy (just to have known you) - 1,855 words [hurt/no comfort]

Henry resigns himself to the reality that Alex—albeit distant and unattainable—still managed to break through his dismal world and grant him a light he never imagined was still possible to exist. This was enough. This was more than he'd ever expected for himself. It was the universe's way of extending an olive branch in response to the cards he'd been dealt with. He'd be stupid not to take it.

dreamy little you - 1,666 words [crack-ish AU, post-canon]

"Of course, love, but would you love yourself if you were a worm?" This visibly stumps Alex. If the way his mouth just opened for a rebuttal and coming up empty is anything to go by.

only got a hundred - currently at 4,008 words

An ongoing collection of 100-word drabbles written according to the Brownstone server's prompts.

Haikyuu

Ceilings (he thinks it's not real, it is) - 6,009 words [light angst and pining with a happy? ending]

“Yo, you sleepy?” Takahiro meant to say that no, he isn't. That Issei looks stupid with his hair messed up like that. That he should be asking Issei that, with the bags under his eyes speaking for themselves. Instead, what comes out is, “I miss you.” It would be so easy to take the opportunity now. But still, Takahiro is terrified of ruining things. Or: Takahiro has graduation blues, and Issei makes him feel better, but things don't just end there.

Bloom - 1,444 words [two-dialogue challenge oneshot, retrospective? angst/no comfort]

Matsukawa Issei is not much of a sentimental person, save for special occasions where he has no choice but to reminisce.

Cruel (what your mind can do for no reason) - 1,012 words [light angst/comfort, implications of dissociation]

Issei struggles through a bad mental health night, Takahiro breezes him through the tail end of it.

Shameless (US)

big guns out, shoot now - 3,257 words [first kiss oneshot]

It's kind of out of character for Ian, really, he's always careful about not blurting out or doing shit that tapped into his feelings on the brunette, around the very subject of his affections. Has been, in fact, for the last two years and counting. Not that it got any easier to maintain, there are always slip ups (Exhibit A: right here, right now), but that's solely his problem.

On the Off Chance - 5,780 words [soulmate AU, ongoing]

To say Ian was relieved when he hears Mickey confirm how he did not, in fact, get his soulmate mark just a couple days after coming of age would be a huge understatement. (Or: Soulmate marks only show up when the younger of the pair turns nineteen– which isn’t uncommon, to say the least.)

Last Line Tag!

I got tagged by @read-and-write- and @littlemisskittentoes. 🫶🫶🫶

Rules: post the last sentence you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.

Reinforcing how he's never good at saying things — Takahiro opts for the quickest answer, simultaneously hugging his knees and lowering his head into it. "It's stupid."

With absolutely no pressure, what's the last line you guys wrote? @blairwaldcrf @44whispers @inexplicablymine @user-anakin (the rest is via open tag for whoever stumbles upon this until I gain enough friends to complete things like this)

💕 Well Stolen is Half Won (✒︎ on Ao3) (Preview)

MatsuHana/IwaOi | Haikyuu!! | Pre-Timeskip/Canon compliant | Rated: G | 600 words

Hanamaki drops down to his knees and wedges his fingers into the gap between the lockers until they meet resistance. Seconds later, Matsukawa is hanging over his shoulder, eager to catch a glimpse at the small, staple-bound booklet and Hanamaki fumbles open the pages, hands shaking with anticipation. “‘Iwa-Chan’s and Tooru’s absolute bestestest Valentinesday date ever’... Issei, hold me.”

My second piece for the MatsuHana Calendar 2023, this time with some wild Valentines shenanigans! Huge shout out also to Mod @violetyams who did a super amazing art piece for this (all their art is gorgeous, please check them out) ~

🥓 Birthday, Bacon & Betrayal (✒︎ on Ao3) (Preview)

MatsuHana | Haikyuu!! | Timeskip/Canon compliant | Rated: Gen | 600 words

Matsukawa Issei is not a morning person and yet he is consistently awake well before 7 am because there is a small, smelly butt depositing itself on his face with an almost innocent, little ‘mrrrow’. A butt that belongs to a cat he most assuredly did not ask for. A cat that hates him. With a grunt and a curse, he shoves at the hell-beast attempting—and somehow succeeding—to steal both his alcove apartment and his lover.

My January piece for the MatsuHana Calendar 2023 (on Twitter) that I wrote for Makki's birthday today ~ I had so much fun working on this project and all the works are absolutely amazing, so please consider giving this a look. Special shoutout to @sleepskie who made the January art piece and worked with me on the fic — their works are nothing short of amazing 💕

Aside from that autumn slump (and mediocre ArtFight turnout), tis was a pretty solid art year (shout out to the Sword & Sorcery Bang for really getting my art game up, especially in the backgrounds/scenery and posing department) 👍🌟

Individual pieces can be found through my art tag #charleedraws as always and now on BSKY as well (same handle as here @/charlythelee) ~

Also, another year full of zine fun, thank you all for the support on the Frieren, Trigun and MSBY4 zines 😊💕

Slightly belated pinch hit for the HQ Fantasy BigBang — have some MatsuHana angst and please check out the fic, the AU and world building are lovely ☺️💕

⇢ Read "Bard Without a Song" on Ao3 by @savannahlovena (Beta by Alaina) ⇢ Akaashi Art

ABOUT THAT SUMMER PRINTED BOOK!!!

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I was asked if I wanted t print it so...I ask you to fill out this form ONLY IF you are actually interested in purchasing the printed version of ATS. I need the real number of people who are really interested in order to see if that's possible.

Based on the number of fill-ins of the "interest check form" made on Twt, the cost of a 260-page book will be about 25 to 30€ (I have to check if it can be printed).If not, I can consider the option of printing two 130-page books for 15€ each excluding shipping costs.

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🥇 Justice (and Waffles) for the Grand King (✒︎ on Ao3) (Preview)

Seijoh 4 + KageHina | Haikyu!! | Timeskip (Olympics) | Rated: G | 2.5k words

Hajime knows he says and thinks this a lot, but this time he truly, deeply and sincerely means it: He’s done. Like done done. “So just to make sure I understand this correctly,” he takes a deep breath while just barely resisting the urge to smash his head through the next best wall, “you finally fulfilled your lifelong dream of winning Olympic gold, and the best thing you could think of doing with your medal was to put it by the wide open window, where a bird flew in… and stole it?” “... … … Yes,” Oikawa grits through grinding teeth, eyes set firmly on a point somewhere above his shoulder.

I was so so SO thrilled to be able to contribute to the @hqanimalzine "Gone Wild" last year and, as is custom with my Seijoh 4 fics, it turned out to be absolute chaos 🤣

💕 Well Stolen is Half Won (✒︎ on Ao3) (Preview)

MatsuHana/IwaOi | Haikyuu!! | Pre-Timeskip/Canon compliant | Rated: G | 600 words

Hanamaki drops down to his knees and wedges his fingers into the gap between the lockers until they meet resistance. Seconds later, Matsukawa is hanging over his shoulder, eager to catch a glimpse at the small, staple-bound booklet and Hanamaki fumbles open the pages, hands shaking with anticipation. “‘Iwa-Chan’s and Tooru’s absolute bestestest Valentinesday date ever’... Issei, hold me.”

My second piece for the MatsuHana Calendar 2023, this time with some wild Valentines shenanigans! Huge shout out also to Mod @violetyams who did a super amazing art piece for this (all their art is gorgeous, please check them out) ~

🥓 Birthday, Bacon & Betrayal (✒︎ on Ao3) (Preview)

MatsuHana | Haikyuu!! | Timeskip/Canon compliant | Rated: Gen | 600 words

Matsukawa Issei is not a morning person and yet he is consistently awake well before 7 am because there is a small, smelly butt depositing itself on his face with an almost innocent, little ‘mrrrow’. A butt that belongs to a cat he most assuredly did not ask for. A cat that hates him. With a grunt and a curse, he shoves at the hell-beast attempting—and somehow succeeding—to steal both his alcove apartment and his lover.

My January piece for the MatsuHana Calendar 2023 (on Twitter) that I wrote for Makki's birthday today ~ I had so much fun working on this project and all the works are absolutely amazing, so please consider giving this a look. Special shoutout to @sleepskie who made the January art piece and worked with me on the fic — their works are nothing short of amazing 💕

•January•

Hanamaki just wanted to enjoy the birthday breakfast Matsukawa made for him but then their cat stole the last bacon-

My January piece for the MatsuHana calender!! :D

date night 💗✨

february piece that I did for the 2023 matsuhana calendar! leftover sales are still open; grab your copy here! 🌸✨

My 2nd Preview for the MatsuHana 2023 calendar, featuring some Valentines shenanigans ~

My artist partner for this one was Mod Yams (violetyamss @ Twitter) whose artworks are really amazing so please check out the calendar and all the lovely complimentary items ~

🛍 SHOP EVERYTHING HERE (Store is only open until Oct. 14th!)

My 1st Preview for the MatsuHana 2023 calendar, featuring some soft morning moments ~

Please also give lots of love to Atlas (@sleepskie), who was my amazing artist partner for the January work (look at that smiling Matsun ahhhhhhhh 💕).

🛍 SHOP ALL ITEMS AND BUNDLES ON BIGCARTEL

Hi everyone ~ I have the absolute pleasure to be writing 2 little stories for the MatsuHana Calendar (Twitter) because Meme Team is Dream Team, so give this a look and check out all the other amazing contributors ;)

My favourite MatsuHana headcanon is that Makki hosts an Ugly Sweater contest every year but Matsun just unironically wears his sweater(s) all year round (a sweater is a sweater no matter the motive and if he's cold he will wear whatever is in reach)—it cracks Makki up and brings Iwaizumi to tears every single time.

The sample excerpt is from my fic "Never Change A Running System" (a next-gen Seijoh fic) on Ao3.

I‘m really excited to write some MatsuHana mayhem for this project so if you have Twitter, please give it a look and check out all the other amazing contributors ✨

On their way home with a nice afternoon snack after a busy day of studying annoying IwaOi 🍕

More UrbanFantasy University AU art, you know the drill >.> This time with wind spirit Hanamaki and half-centaur/half-dullahan Matsun.

[IwaOi]

The peculiar case of Tadashi Yamaguchi

Fandom: Haikyuu (My contribution for the @hqurbanfantasybang) Type: Chaptered (3/3 - 40.1k words total) // Urban Fantasy AU ; University AU Focus: Unknown Species!Yamaguchi (Yamaguchi/Kuro/Bokuto friendship/support/mentorship) Ships: TsukiYama, BokuAka, KuroKen, IwaOi & DaiSuga; implied LevYaku, UshiTen, KageHina & MatsuHana Rating: Mature (descriptions of blood and injuries & explicit language)

Summary: Tadashi Yamaguchi has problems. As in: A lot. People can't stop reminding him that he smells tasty and they'd like to eat him. His best friend and he are indirectly responsible for burning down their previous university. He can't figure out how to stop turning orange whenever he's nervous, keeps hitting his antlers on the lintel and the lion's tail growing out his back seems to have developed a mind of its own. Oh, and of course there is that cute but grouchy med student vampire living across the hall who he is crushing on hard but doesn't have the courage to ask out! On top of everything he now has to transfer to a new uni and try to survive campus chaos. Luckily, a pixie with chronic bed-hair and a shapeshifter who transforms into a duck rather than an owl whenever he's upset, decide to take him on and teach Tadashi some confidence. Inbetween mysterious mentors, headless centaurs, annoyed dragons, hungry werewolves, kickboxing archangels, literal gods and sassy half-ghosts he isn't quite sure if they are actually helping his increasing anxiety attacks, but hey... it's the effort that counts, isn't it?

Partner: DazzleTwig (on Twitter & Instagram) -> Art made by them (please support their amazing works!)

Read on Ao3 -> The peculiar case of Tadashi Yamaguchi

Preview:

“So, tomorrow is the big day, isn’t it?” Yachi asks and Tadashi takes a sip of tea.

There is nothing better than a witch’s homemade tea, even if the blonde’s speciality is time-based magic and not herbology.

“Yeah,” he nods and shudders.

“You got this!” she reassures him, but her own hands clench nervously around her cup as she goes on, “I mean Central is a big uni with lots of people - you can blend into the herd and nobody will notice you, that’s good, isn’t it? It has to be good!”

“I hope you are right,” Tadashi sighs. “I still wish I could have joined your uni” - ‘If only it wasn’t a damn expensive, super fancy, private one!’

The two of them met about a year ago, in the bathroom of another uni out of town. Both of them had been invited to an application interview and both of them had been so nervous they needed to throw up. Eventually, they bonded over rinsing their mouths at the uni-sex sinks. When Tadashi was in need of a place to live, Yachi volunteered to vouch for him with her landlord who owned several flats in this building, the one he is living in now included and since it’s one of the smallest it’s surprisingly affordable.

It’s not like his family is poor, they get by quite well, but Tadashi doesn’t want to be a financial burden on his mothers any more than he already is, since his tendency to attract trouble in combination with his non-existent self-confidence has gotten him either denied or fired from every job he’s had so far.

“Me too - then I wouldn’t be so alone in my design classes anymore,” she frowns into her cup. “But doesn’t Tsukishima-San goes to Central as well? Maybe you could stick to him and - oh”

From the look on his face, she must have deducted that plan already went down the drain - rather spectacularly if he might say so. Yachi is well aware of Tadashi’s crush on the blond vampire. He appreciates her attempts to help and her encouragements every time he gets flat out ignored in his attempts to organise something that could count as a date if you just squint hard enough!

Rise of a King

Fandom: Haikyuu (My contribution to the @olympicsbang​) Type: Nonlinear Novella - 30.1k words // Athlete AU Focus: Fencer!Oikawa Ships: IwaOi ; MatsuHana ; mentions of UshiTen, DaiSuga & AsaNoya Rating: Teen and Up/Mature (contains “adult jokes” but nothing graphic)

Summary: Oikawa Tooru is not a genius - in fact, he despises being labeled one. Who ever got the impression, that being a spoiled brat is such a great thing? Everything HE has achieved comes from hard work and Oikawa wants the god damn credit for every single drop of sweat he put into it!  But perhaps Tooru is a little bit biased - after all, his bright future as a gymnast went down the drain rather spectacularly after injuring his knee beyond repair. And yet here he stands, sword in hand (literally) and he will fight for his dream of olympic gold to the very last.  Dating a very hot Ice Hockey player and having a dope teammate with too large eyebrows and a never ending supply of fun and memes don‘t exactly hurt his motivation either.

Partner: enigmas_ii on twitter & IG -> Art made by them

Read on Ao3 here -> Rise of a King

Preview:

New Chapter of ‘An Anthem to Time’ is out

Chapter 7 - Feverdreams and Fireworks

Summary: Neon Lights cast different shadows and bonds are build.

-> Read from the beginning: Prologue -> Check out the AATT Lore Post for more info on the AU

Sneakpeak below the cut:

When Daichi finally gets to settle down several hours later, he is exhausted, sweaty and frankly, he doesn’t know when he last had fun like this!

A few beers loosen up his tension and the music does the rest. He doesn’t even know anymore who dragged him to the dancefloor, but he is gratefulsomeone did. There was a lot of stuff he just had to… move away!

Now, however, his throat is dry and his head is starting to protest against the onslaught of loud music. He’s craving for the calm of the lounge and for a chance to sit down.

Suddenly thirty-three feels incredibly old!

It’s a Friday night and he feels like the place is getting more and more cramped by the minute.

Eventually, he manages to fight his way back into the fourth floor and lets out a relieved breath.

A quick glance into their corner tells him, that Yahaba, Watari and Saru have joined their merry round, then he is intercepted by Iwaizumi.

“Hey, you seen Tooru?”, the other asks him, big jugs of beer in both hands.

“I uh….”, and Daichi turns around, staring down the stairs he just came from. The only other people behind him are Bokuto and Kuro.

“What?”, the latter asks.

“You seen Oikawa?”, Daichi relays.

Both men turn around, look down behind them, mirroring Daichi perfectly. “Odd - could have sworn he was right behind us”, Kuro mumbles.

“Oh I think he got held up by some girls”, Bokuto thinks out loud.

“For fuck’s sake - The damn idiot!”, Iwaizumi grumbles out, then he pushes the beer at Daichi with an unnerved, “Hold this”, and stomps past them to rescue his husband from his fans - is what Daichi assumes.

Now that he has been tasked with the alcohol, Daichi strides with a little more purpose, then he set’s the jugs down on the table in the middle of the couch arrangement.

“Where’s Zumi going?”, Hanamaki asks.

“The knight has set out to rescue the princess”, Kuro poetically explains and a uniform “Aha”, runs through the entire group.

“Hey, where is the rest?”, their supreme bedhead proceeds to ask.

Instead of a verbal answer, Hanamaki simply takes a very long slurp out of a bright pink drink, that looks rather toxic to Daichi and points over to the bar.

The three of them turn to look and it knocks the wind out of Daichi’s sails in one swift blow.

Suga, Akaashi, Kenma, Yaku, the weird redhead and the barkeeper are all gathered where the counter forms a corner, hunched together, apparently having the conversation of their lives, with big grins painting their faces and when the redhead says something, Suga giggles into his hand and Akaashi looks as amused as Daichi may have ever seen him.

In between them, a tablet of shots is standing on the counter and while Akaashi is opening tiny umbrellas, Suga and Yaku are poking olives onto them before placing them in the alcohol. The redhead just sits there, occasionally snacking said olives, Kenma is still deep under in his phone and the barkeeper is preparing another tablet with shots, those ones weirdly reddish.

“The gateway to heaven”, Watari announces.

“More like: The Last Judgement”, Futakuchi corrects him.

“Ah, I know for a fact that three of the judges can be bribed with pop tarts!” , Kuro dismisses that.

New Chapter of ‘An Anthem to Time’ is out - sorry for the long wait, I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 6 - A little bit of both

Summary: The pace picks up and the puzzle of the past begins to unfold.

-> Read from the beginning:  Prologue - Life is a rollercoaster -> Check out the AATT Lore Post for further info about the story

Have a taste, click this.

Hanamaki rarely thinks about what he does, it has always been like that. He is simply an instinct kind of guy.

What he says, what he does, it all follows the impulse his guts give him. Even in court, he never starts a trial with a plan. He likes to see how the mood swings and then just go with the flow, steer his boat into the current that will get him closest to his goals.

That is how he has managed to earn an outstanding reputation as a lawyer, how he never disappoints and never gets disappointed. If you don’t have a fix goal, you can’t miss it!

Especially in his youth, people have criticized him for lacking both spine and motivation and to be totally honest: They were right.

Takahiro isn’t ambitious, he isn’t high-flying and he certainly isn’t pretentious. But that doesn’t mean he can’t be sharp, intelligent or determined.

In fact, he is very determined right now!

“Come on”, he grunts out, putting all his bodyweight into the push.

“This tickles”, Iwaizumi smirks, that arrogant ashole.

“Fu.. fuck you, Hajime”

“Are you even trying?”

Hanamaki chooses not to spit into his face and rather concentrate on breathing.

“This is ridiculous”, he can’t help but whine all but a minute later.

“God, I am getting so horny”, Oikawa has the nerve to bite down on his knuckles. Suga gracefully decides to put his hand over their friends eyes.

“Then think of something gross”, he informs him.

“Like what?”

“Dead animals? How your bleach rails smell in the morning?”, Issei offers and gives his pan an expert swing. The onions fizzle and Hanamaki has to gag.

“Please just shut up”, he whimpers, the muscles in his biceps about to burst. He is going to leave one hell of a gorry splatter on Issei’s couch.

“Then hurry and get this over with, Wok is almost done”, his partner calls over.

“With tuna?”, Iwaizumi turns his head towards the kitchen.

“Yes”

“Fuck yeah”, and with his face brightening up like a six year old’s, who has just been given permission to have unlimited candy for an entire week, Iwaizumi slams his hand into the table, like Hanamaki, putting all his effort into fending him off, isn’t even there and declares: “I’m starving!”

Takahiro groans and collapses over his weak and sore arm.

Yes, he follows his instinct but that by no means equals being calm and structured, like some people assume. No, most of the times it gets him into stupid, messy and fucking glorious situations. Like not being able to beat his friend at armwrestling in over 16 years and still not being able to give it up.

-> Read whole chapter here

Sawamura Daichi has not exactly had a live according to his teenage plans.

But just when he thinks he has hit absolute stagnation a certain silver haired whirlwind comes crashing into his flower shop, a minute before closing time and with an interesting request.

It all spirals from there on.

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Or: What if Suga didn't go to Karasuno but to Seijoh & they met years later trough coincidence

So I am exposing myself to the infinite humiliation of publishing some of my writing

I am looking for feedback and criticisms

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