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chaidrivenwhore · 8 months

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this is a product of my inability to stop imagining and a lot of brain beating because college isn't going easy on me.

inspired by a prompt on instagram that had me feral with the possibilities.

also yes, i'm putting it up in parts bc it's more fun that way. this is a cleaned up, edited ver. of what i've posted on IG.

happy reading <3 (under the cut)

"I haven't seen him in a few days, but that's like, normal for him, it's not a big deal, he'll show up when he wants to," said the hero's love interest, as she tucked her hair behind her ears and looked at her lover in confusion. "He does this all the time, right?"

The hero hummed in agreement. "I should've known that he's gonna pull something like this. Let's hope the idiot resurfaces with his dumb jokes sooner than later."

The comic relief hasn't been meeting his friends for a week now. If you ask, the hero would tell you that comic was pretty unpredictable and he goes off grid for days on end. Hero's love interest would tell you that despite being best friends, Comic and Hero didn't exactly meet each other often (is it because Hero never really had time for his friend? Is it because Comic never really felt appreciated by Hero? We'd never know, but Hero's lover had her doubts).

The last time Hero and his lover had seen him was on their two year anniversary. Comic had helped Hero organise a little picnic and a pillow-fort-movie date after. That afternoon, Comic had bid goodbye to the couple and told them that he'd be busy the entire next week because apparently 'the education system is a conman and we're all being scammed'.

Hero hadn't thought much about Comic's inactivity, seemingly used to it, but as texts from his best friend were also far and few in between, he grew worried. His lover took great pains to assuage his fears but the only thing that really helped with the stress was fighting Villain.

Villain was an enigma. His motives were virtually unknown, considering the man always kept spewing bullshit about how he loves a little touch of public nuisance because it's fun. Hero's main vendetta against Villain was due to the latter's penchant for being an annoyance to society. Villain had once set fire to all the staff rooms of the city's schools at night, forcing the institutes to shut down for a week for a renovation. The media uproar was insane and Hero was hounded by journalists for weeks because of his late arrival to the scene of crime (not his fault- he had assignments to finish. Post-graduate studies aren't easy. Real life sucks).

Time went on and so did Villain's terror- and in a bid to protect the city from him, Hero devoted more time and resources to attempt capturing him. Somewhere, even Hero forgot that he hadn't heard from Comic in over a month.

That evening, after his latest stunt (minor bank robbery, because the manager had challenged every criminal in the city by bragging about his brand new security measures and Villain loves taking annoying people down a notch), he returned to his lair, feeling hopelessly empty, of sorts. Of course, the fight with Hero was everything he needed to scratch the itch that'd been taunting him for days, but something was missing.

He pulled up the news coverage of that day's mayhem. Something.... something is missing. I don't like it. I don't like it one bit.

His thoughts screeched to a halt when he noticed the lack of someone's presence. Almost in a frenzy, he began opening tabs of footage and media coverage of his fights with the hero of the past month. He's - Comic- what? Where's Comic? What?!

Villain would be the first to admit that apart from the occasional lawlessness and laying waste to the city (because property damage is infinitely more satisfying than bodily harm), his main source of childlike joy was seeing Hero gawp like a fool when his friend, the comic relief exchanged beautiful quips with Villain. He also wouldn't exactly tell you this, but the sheer glee of meeting someone who gives as good as he gets is unparalleled.

Like this one time, amidst a cute little Italian bistro that was then in ruins after the initial scuffle, Villain was delivering his prepared monologue because Hero actually gives him time to speak (which, personally, he thinks is fucking stupid). He'd just finished making a powerful statement about serving real justice when Comic had blinked, and giggled (the cute guy giggled) then said, "The only thing you're serving right now is spaghetti with a side of bloodied shoulder. I don't see how that's a good look on you."

Hero had then tried to shush his friend, a horrified look on his face, but Comic gave him a face that suggested that he's taking none of that and then proceeded to stare into Villain's soul, a goofy smirk gracing his face.

That was it. Villain was falling in love.

Not a day goes by where Villain hopes that he could ask the cute funny guy out on a cute little date without the whole 'i'm a bad guy and you're the good guy's best friend-slash-comic-relief' situation.

But fact remained that Comic hadn't been seen for over a month and as far as Villain was concerned, that's a month too long. He growled to one of his men, "Get me the city's surveillance footage of the past month."

The henchman was confounded. "But sir, I don't see why-"

"I don't pay you to question me, boy, do what I said. Now!" he barked, his displeasure and confusion shining through. The henchman (his name is Steve) slowly backed away and was leaving with a frown.

Maybe I was too harsh. With this thought in his head, Villain called out, "Steve, my good man, forgive me for snapping at you."

Steve bowed his head almost reverentially and smiled. "Don't ask for forgiveness sir, I respect you immensely. I will get you the footage you require."

"Thank you, Steve. If you could hurry."

Villain sighed, not knowing what to think or expect. He understands the impasse he's at - his rival's best friend is missing, but Hero seemingly doesn't give a shit, or he's unaware (debatable). The only one who was mildly concerned was Hero's girl and Villain's sure that even she'd given up. He doubts that Hero has any other friends, making it weirder that he's not turning the city upside down looking for his best friend.

It's almost like he's the only one who is trying to do something about all this, albeit late.

Steve came back with a tablet with the footage and handed it to Villain. "Do you need me to get you anything else, sir?"

"A cup of tea, no sugar, please."

"Yes sir, right away."

Villain settled down to examine the footage. It was gonna be a long night.

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this was part one, lmk what you think (ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

#gidfics #anyway i wrote smth #hero and villain #plus a comic relief who needs rest

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ethotv-archived · 2 years

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stage 4 fear of trying ....

#not gojng to say gidfic but i will #'travelled all these miles just to get back home' etc etc

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chaidrivenwhore · 11 months

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iwaoi, college arc, ficlet, i'm projecting (so much). i miss my bestfriend :(

there are days where hajime is just so done- lectures, assignments, people, upcoming tests- everything. it's during times like this he just cannot find it in himself to wait for tooru in case he's busy.

the phone rings. stops. hajime waits.

a second later, he gets a call back- it's tooru- and hajime feels like he can finally breathe after days.

it's simple, really, a few words from tooru and hajime relaxes- no, he melts like ice cream under the sun. he doesn't talk about how shitty the past week has been. why would he, when he could lend an ear and listen to tooru ramble on how much he's improved on the court.

they've been chatting for almost an hour. international costs more. they can't really bring themselves to stop, but neither life would stop for them, and nor would their work.

"i've gotta go for a lecture, iwa-chan, i'm almost running late," said tooru and hajime involuntary presses the phone closer to his ear, not willing to let go so soon.

"don't miss the class, you've got a test coming up," hajime reminded. "and don't forget to ask the professor about the materials you missed last time."

tooru made a sound of acknowledgement, then asked, "how's your assignment coming along? you've been at it for days now."

"it's.....coming along. i don't know, it's almost got a life of its own, i'll have to see where it ends up."

"you're doing well, iwa-chan. let me know if there's something i can help with, okay?"

hajime hummed in agreement. the lull in the conversation was comforting, the sound of tooru running to class prominent in the background.

later, hajime would convince himself that it was the stress catching up to him but in the depths of his heart, he'd known it was something more than just that.

"i wish i could know what miracle i did in my past life, that i've got you with me. god, tooru," hajime sighed, "i don't know what i would do without you."

tooru's tinkling laughter filled his ears. "well lucky for you, iwa-chan, you're not without me, so you'll be just fine."

"good. that's.....good. get to class oikawa, i'll talk to you later."

"mhm. later, iwa-chan. love you, bye!"

"yeah bye."

the call ended and hajime shut his eyes.

i love you, tooru. i love you too.

and suddenly, the stress and pressure meant nothing at all. he can do this. he's good at this.

hajime was happy.

#iwaoi fanfiction #iwaizumi x oikawa #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #haikyuu fic #gidfics #iwaoi

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chaidrivenwhore · 1 year

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OHHHHKAY Y'ALL

here's my little iwaoi fic thing that's been rotting in my drafts and it's high time i throw it into the depths of the internet abyss so here goes nothing

for context, this story was inspired by this one text convo i had w one of my best friends about confessing to my crush. i didn't go ahead w the idea irl bc it turned out that he was an asshole but this fic was born out of it so yeah.

all mistakes are mine alone.

happy reading!

-d

p.s. (might put it up on ao3 if i'm able to get all the parts out)

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Iwaizumi Hajime would be the first person to admit that he was an absolute goner for old-school romance. Unlike his best friend who is completely content with texting about schedules or dates or scheduled dates (ugh), Hajime knows in his heart that he'd rather give handwritten letters and write poetry (even though he's not very good at it) for the person that he likes.

Luck (or ill-luck, depending on how you see it) has it that the person he likes (likes? loves?) just so happens to be the aforementioned best friend, Oikawa Tooru.

Now, the thing is.

The thing is, if you’d ask Hajime how long he’d been pining after Oikawa, he’d give you a vague answer, mostly because he actually couldn’t tell you for sure. Ever since he met Oikawa as a child, Hajime’s been prone to head and heart aches. Then again, he’s always known that Oikawa is just different for him. Others might have had friends that they’d drop for anything, but for Hajime, Oikawa was the one truth that he’s always tried to protect and support.

There is his simple truth. Iwaizumi Hajime loves Oikawa Tooru.

Lunch was usually a very chaotic affair for the third-years of the volleyball team.

Oikawa would come sauntering in after half of the recess is over because “you can’t make me disappoint my fans who love me and are waiting to catch a glimpse of the great Oikawa-sama~”; Mattsun and Makki have their weird creepy perverted flirting thing that they do that puts off everyone’s appetites on the better days; and Hajime is just trying to eat his damn food like the only sane person around (at this point, he’s plenty sure that he’s the only normal guy in his admittedly small friend group).

Lately, though, Hajime has been plagued by bouts of insanity, or so it seems because he can’t see any other reason why he feels like boiling the captain of the Seijoh basketball team alive. Although, Hajime thought, it might have something to do with how the basketball bastard keeps staring at my Tooru- I just hope I don’t call him Tooru to his face again-

The last time that happened, Hajime had considered leaving Aoba Johsai for Shiratorizawa, never mind how infuriating he found Ushiwaka to be. He loved Tooru, obviously, but even that love didn’t stop him from being annoyed with all the trilling that Oikawa did- “Tooru, huh? My, my, Iwa-chan, how awfully bold!”

In all honesty though? Hajime just knows that if he had to fight the goddamn basketball bastard, namely one Handa Chikao for Oikawa’s hand, ridiculous as it sounds, he would do it with no hesitation.

This sort of vindictive streak was almost non-existent in Hajime, only spiking up when he felt that all of Oikawa’s time was being monopolised by his fangirls and occasional fanboys. He didn’t mind the usual throes of people, god knows he gets how they feel, but when there are just way too many of them circling Oikawa like pests, Hajime can’t help but feel jealous and pissed off (not that he’d ever tell Oikawa about it).

Then happened the Nice Kill Incident™ (as dubbed by Mattsun&Makki).

It was a beautiful afternoon and Oikawa was being accosted by his usual set of fans who were busy offering him cookies and cutesy letters and some daring ones who shyly gave him confession letters. Hajime didn’t pay them any heed; he’s seen this same scene for three years now, he's figured out not to give any shits.

He walked ahead and called out to Oikawa, without turning back, “When you’re done with whatever you’re doing, come and have your lunch- skip it and I'll punch you.”

He pointedly ignored Oikawa’s indignant squawk.

When Hajime was sure that Oikawa had gone back to humouring the crowd, he kept sneaking glances at the other, lips twitching into a smile. He could feel the smile slip off his fwce when he caught sight of the basketball team captain making a beeline towards Oikawa.

The same bastard who had the nerve to insult volleyball as a game, Hajime’s team and Tooru’s superior capabilities all in one breath last month. Call him prejudiced, but Hajime knows that it’s sort of unbelievable that someone could have this huge of a whiplash— shitting on Tooru’s brilliance and then being completely besotted by him in seven goddamn days.

If Hajime was a lesser man, he would’ve given in to his urges and decked that little bitch across his smug face— okay what the fuck Hajime calm down this is not you— but he is, unfortunately, a decent human being and he had to desist. At that moment, he noticed Oikawa’s tired sigh and resolved to do something.

Tooru took one look at Handa Chikao coming his way and sighed tiredly.

Dear God, not today— I neither have the patience of Iwa-chan nor enough sleep and if he insists on being an asshole, I might just serve a volleyball at his face.

“Handa-san, it’s a rare sight seeing you head my way without any insults at the ready.”

The creepy smirk presented that close to his face was tempting Tooru to wring Handa-san’s neck, but alas, Tooru wasn’t willing to damage his reputation as a model student, so there goes that idea.

“Well, Tooru-kun, why would I-”

Yeah, that was it. Five words in and Tooru zoned out, occasionally hearing parts of the other boy’s monologue. Normally, this method works but somehow, Handa-san kept taking small steps closer to Tooru and it bugged him to no end.

For the love of God, someone serve a volleyball at him, he’s making me uncomfortable, hell, I’ll do it mys—

The next thing Tooru saw was Handa-san crouched on the ground holding his head, a stray volleyball to his side and one extremely irritated Iwa-chan who looked like he could pound someone into pulp that very second.

Very hot. Tooru approves.

Tooru covered up a relieved smile as he felt Iwa-chan place an anchoring hand on the small of his back. Iwa-chan’s eyes seemed to ask, are you fine?

Yes, always, when I’m with you.

Handa-san’s voice interrupted their telepathy and Tooru couldn’t swallow the irked tsk that made itself known.

"If you'll excuse me now, Handa-san, I should be heading to class," said Tooru, his eyes flashing barely hidden annoyance, "Come on, Iwa-chan, we're getting late."

As they walked through the hallways, Tooru's eyes caught Hajime's and both of them let out a relieved chuckle.

"You know, I wasn't sure if I wanted to back off or break his face."

"Never mind that now, what's done is done."

"Sooo Iwa-chan- what was it with the volleyball? I know you're a brute but I didn't think it extended to Handa-san as well."

"Quit talking shit, Shittykawa-"

"Were you jealous? Is that what it was about? Huuuuuuh??? Wait- Iwa-chaaan- why are you running away?"

Remember when Hajime said he's in love with Tooru?

Yeah.

It's at times like this he wishes he could forget that fact and fling Oikawa into the sun and hope for the best.

That embarrassing bastard (he was right).

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end of part 1

#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi x oikawa #haikyuu #haikyuu fic #anyway i wrote smth #gidfics

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chaidrivenwhore · 1 year

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Y'ALL I HAVE FINAL EXAMS FROM TOMORROW AND I'M IWAOI-ING

but like nvm, here's the next part

this is the part where i copy-pasted my irl convo w my bestf i was such a simp god fucking dammit but like i mentioned, i didn't do the lil notes thing bc he was a piece of shit

okay okay now read part 2

not beta read, ergo all mistakes are mine alone.

happy reading!

-d

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Classes dragged on and then it was lunchtime, the time when history gets written because nothing sane ever happens during lunchtime.

Oikawa was busy with his fangirls and surprisingly, Makki was separated from his darling Mattsun and Hajime was struck with a dumb plan that would probably rival the likes of that chibi-chan from Karasuno (Kageyama-kun vents a lot sometimes, Hajime's learnt to deal with it).

And so, for the first time in his life, Iwaizumi Hajime was going to do something he’s never done before (and hopefully never will again)— tell Mattsun about his dumb idea and ask him for help.

Asking Mattsun had its own set of risks. Hajime knows for a fact that anything that Mattsun knows, Makki knows it too, by default. Ergo, if he does tell his idea to Mattsun, Makki would know. Then again, his friends might be assholes, but they’re never deliberately cruel; moreover, as long as Oikawa isn’t told anything, Hajime literally couldn’t care any less.

If Oikawa needs to know anything, he would hear it from my mouth, or he wouldn't hear it at all. This thought ringing in his head, Hajime determined to get this done with.

Once and for all.

“Oi,” Hajime gruffly called out. “I have an idea and I need you to talk me out of it.”

Mattsun didn’t gasp out dramatically, true, but he was close. He lazily turned towards Hajime, an interested twinkle in his eye, “Don’t hold out on me, Iwaizumi.”

Hajime regretted telling Mattsun anything, but he knew the saying ‘you made your bed, so lay in it’ and decided to dig a deeper hole for himself.

God, this is fucking embarrassing. “I like someone and I was thinking about writing…love notes for them because I can.”

The other boy was seconds away from laughing, not that he’d ever tell Iwaizumi that.

And here I was, thinking he had a better chance of realisation than Kyotani-kun— but never mind that, Issei has a friend to help out.

“Okay. How are you going to do it? Where? When? Fill me in with the details.”

Hajime was surprised at how easily Mattsun seemed to be taking this in stride with minimal intrusiveness, but continued, “I was thinking I’d just drop it in h- their bag or something, they’ll get to read it later. Or whatever.”

“I just had this wild thought, Iwaizumi.”

“What.”

“Why don’t you just declare your undying love for him? Face to face?”

“Him? What? I didn’t-”

“Save it Iwa-chan. The entire team except Captain himself knows. For God’s sake, we’ve been placing bets on you two getting it on for two years now.”

Hajime was shocked, in the least. He knew for a fact that he wasn’t too obvious with his affections (oh, who was he kidding? He was head over heels in love with the other boy) because Oikawa wasn’t dense; but for the entire team to be aware of it all? That was a scary prospect.

Hajime soldiered on, “That’s...besides the point. Right now, I want you to tell me that whatever I’m thinking is a bad idea and stop me from doing it.”

Mattsun looked sorry. Hajime hated that look.

“Look man, what’s the worst that could happen if you write notes for Oikawa? You’d be awkward for two days, then go back to your chummy selves? Now, think about the best thing that could happen. You and Oikawa could be together— best friends to lovers arc— who, i don't know, adopt chickens and play volleyball till the end of time. There’s nothing to lose, Iwaizumi. You won’t lose anything.”

Trust me on that, Issei silently pleaded.

To be honest, he still doesn’t know why he is so devoted to knowing about his best friends’ love lives, but Issei has a fleeting thought that it’s most probably because of the lack of romance and Hiro in his life.

“I have so many questions right now, starting from the arc shit to the chickens, but fuck all that. What was it again? Lack of what?” Iwaizumi grinned and Issei pouted. Nearly. The look on Iwa’s face said that seeing Issei in such a state has lifted his rather sombre mood.

“Please tell me I did not say that out loud.”

Another voice that sounded suspiciously like Hiro’s answered, “You did say it out loud. Issei, darling, do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to know if you feel the same as I do?”

Issei couldn’t believe his ears.

“What?”

Hajime looked positively invested, his usually tired eyes gleaming in the knowledge that his two other best friends can no longer use plausible deniability and run from their feelings. Or whatever.

“What do you mean ‘what’?” Hajime teased, not hiding his excitement. “You heard the guy. He likes you, you like him, now go on a fucking date.”

Issei mentally groaned. That damn drama addict, he and Captain are meant for each other.

Issei faced Hiro and hesitantly asked, “You...like me? Really?”

Hiro’s eyes softened and oh, Issei could see the unmistakable fondness directed at him—

—then he had to open his mouth and Issei was reminded of why he started having feelings for Hiro in the first place. “No, I like your mom.”

With a charm he usually didn’t possess, Issei approached Hiro and let out an appreciative noise when Hiro wound his arms around his neck and whispered, “Kiss me now, will you?”

When Issei came up for air after furiously plundering his boyfriend’s mouth, he noticed that Iwaizumi had already left. Deciding to talk to the stoic boy, sooner or later, he turned back to Hiro. He’d already wasted precious time, he’s not willing to waste anymore.

"Hiro- wait- we still have to talk about all this, you know that right?"

"Yes, my little chicken leg, we should, but for now, talking can wait. I can think of something better to do."

Hajime couldn't be happier for his friends, the mere smiles on their faces assuring him of their joy; but somewhere in his heart, it ached.

Why isn't it that easy for me to tell Oikawa? There's also the fact that I've known that dumbass for years, so how hard can it be? It's high time I did something about this.

Thus resolving to go ahead with his idea, Hajime went looking for Oikawa, knowing that he wouldn't have had his lunch yet, that lovable idiot.

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end of part 2

#iwaoi #iwaizumi x oikawa #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #haikyuu fanfiction #iwaoi fanfiction #anyway i wrote smth #gidfics

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