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[keiscorner]

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[keiscorner]

writing is so precious to me ai could never replace my haikyuu one piece brainrot fics

[keiscorner]

hello my children

i am back

i am ready to write something super awesome and epic for you all

but i dont know what to write

we shall see

[keiscorner]

am functioning sorry (everybody cheer!) very hectic few months but i'm heree

[kraeted]

CONTAINS: iwaizumi hajime x fem reader, fluff, crack (?), definitely an attempt at being funny, reader is on their period, mention of blood, mention of period sex (no actual sex though)

Reaching the stop of the stairs, Hajime’s morning run has finally come to an end. Thirst claws at his throat and he regrets not going back to your shared apartment when he realized he forgot his water bottle. He pulls his earphones out of his ears, his shallow breaths audible as he catches his breath. He fishes his keys out of his shorts and turns the corner before carefully opening the door, making sure the obnoxious creaks don’t reach your shared bedroom.

After discarding his shoes, he beelines to the fridge to pour himself a glass of cold water. He fights not to down it all at once, knowing what waits for him if he does. But against better judgment, he takes a few more sips. He almost chokes when he sees movement in his peripheral vision and turns to the living room, his eyebrows knitting together when he sees you sleeping on the couch. To his surprise you’re dressed in something other than your pajamas.

He puts his cup down on the counter and makes his way over to you. He softly pokes at your bare stomach. “Hey.”

“Hm?” You stir. Your arm covers your face and you peek from underneath it with squinted eyes.

“Why are you out of bed?” Hajime towers over you as he stands next to the couch.

Your bloodshot eyes roam around the room as you’re trying to make sense of your surroundings. You push yourself into a sitting position and give him another confused look. “What?”

He shakes his head with a chuckle. “I’m asking you what you’re doing on the couch, sleepyhead.”

Hajime’s words finally seem to make sense. You lie your head back down and rub the sleepiness out of your eyes. “I just got my period and bled through—” you yawn, “—the sheets. I took a quick shower and now I’m just waiting for the painkillers to kick in so I can put clean sheets on the bed.”

He shoots you a sympathetic look and gently lifts your legs to sit down next to you, resting them in his lap. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll do it.”

Without missing a beat he offers his hand which you gratefully take. You slip his hand underneath your waistband and rest it against your abdomen, his radiating heat relieving you of some of the discomfort. “Thanks, babe.”

He rubs his thumb against you. “Do you know what might help?”

You sigh. “Don’t start with your exercise propaganda.”

It’s a conversation you’ve had before. Each time he brings it up, you wonder if he’s actually after trying to relieve your pain or just trying to get a gym buddy out of the potential arrangement.

He scoffs. “You haven’t even tried it.”

“Have you tried exercising while continuously getting kicked in your balls?” You mocked him. “When you have, I’ll consider it.”

“That’s not even— whatever.” He rolls his eyes at your dramatics, not bothering to finish his sentence. He’s not winning that battle.

A comfortable silence sits with you. You rest your arm on your face again, shielding your eyes from the early morning sun brightening the living room and Iwaizumi makes himself comfortable, lying back against the couch’s backrest. He pulls your legs closer with his free hand to prevent them from slipping off him. He stares at the ceiling, opting to wait until you fall asleep again before he takes a much needed shower.

“I read somewhere orgasms are supposed to help with the cramps though.” You share, nowhere close to falling asleep.

“Are you asking me to have sex with you?” Your boyfriend turns to you with a curious glance. 

You shake your head. “With the amount of pain I’m in, there’s no way I can get horny.”

Despite your comment, he tries to imagine it. It only takes a moment for an obvious realization, his face contracting at the thought, “Yeah, I’m not a fan of blood.”

“Fair enough.” You say, but as soon as the words leave your lips you lift your arm from your eyes and look at him. “Wait, does that mean you wouldn’t help me get out my tampon if it got stuck?”

Disappointed but not surprised by your question, he shakes his head and pushes your legs off him, “That’s enough talking for you today.”

“No, no, I’m sorry! Don’t go!” You try to hold on to his hand and pull him back, but without much effort he frees himself from your grip and gets up from the couch.

“I’m gonna take a shower and if you behave I’ll consider coming back.” Iwaizumi walks towards the bathroom with a dismissive wave.

“That could actually happen, you know!” You call after him, but he ignores you and disappears into the bathroom, pushing the door closed behind him.

You lie back with a huff and fold your arms around your waist, forced to keep yourself warm.

note: despite what this piece suggests, iwa would absolutely help you if you if your tampon got stuck. anyway i can't decide if i hate it or not, but posting something is better than not posting at all. i hope you guys liked it!

[keiscorner]

writing a super epic sakusa fic rn😎😎(jk it's really short n its ok. IM LAZY)

[keiscorner]

hihihihihi if you are reading this thank u to the 100 people that followed me YIPEEE thank u for liking my writing hehe (i want to write more but i'm v busy trying to get my license...ANYWAAAYS) i would love love love to do a very little event but idk if anyone will see this hehe

[keiscorner]

(almost) twenty with no license

[keiscorner]

just started writing a kenma fic that could either be the longest, most painfully dragged out slow burn fic ever, or a short drabble.

[makkir0ll]

thinking about co-star!oikawa who you’re filming a rom com with. it’s fun, flirty, and the two of you have a good dynamic with each other whether that be on set or behind the scenes.

especially behind the scenes because the two of you are in a secret (not so secret) relationship. the whole hair and makeup crew has pretty much picked up on it. the makeup artists who have to re-do your makeup after the two of you are "practicing lines" in each other's trailer. they have to cover up hickey on your neck when you claim it's just a burn from the curling iron the hairstylist used. your hair in an up-do for this specific scene you're filming.

but what get's everyone caught up on your not so secret relationship is when the two of you have to film the steamy makeout scene in the movie that occurs when the two characters finally kiss each other. oikawa keeps "messing up" the kiss. going in for the kiss too early or too late, not making it perfect. so this leads to you having to re-do the scene fifteen times, and in between each time you're getting your makeup retouched up and you see him smirking and winking at you from across the room.

(during press tour, he's asked what his favorite scene to film was and he says the kiss. this stirs the pot for sure and the two of you are now trending on twitter with tweets such as - "oikawa tooru and l/n f/n dating confirmed? watch this clip")

[keiscorner]

characterizations are so hard like what do you mean i have to accurately interpret and depict a character without reducing them to a single character trait because their lack of screentime makes it nearly impossible to break their character down to reveal depth and complexity, so instead i have to take the five seconds of screentime they do have and spin them into a more complex character that will do them and the people that love their character justice

[septemberkisses]

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

[keiscorner]

oh no i'm getting old

[fuwanek0]

No rizz just fear of abandonment

[keiscorner]

guys be friends w me pls interact with me and send me asks n stuff PLSSS that’s my fav part of tumblr n posting stuff

i am so nice i swear😻🙈

[h0neymustardwh0re]

pov: you’re on your first date with tsukishima kei

[keiscorner]

2:53 am

"kei." no response. you know tsukishima has to get up early for work, but the window across from your bed is open, allowing the night breeze to creep in and sting your face. you could get up yourself, but that's what husbands are for, right?

you twist around, trying to wiggle out of your husband's grasp so you can take a better look at his sleeping face. he has an arm wrapped firmly around your waist, the other supporting your neck to, in his words, 'protect his ears from your constant complaints about your sore neck in the morning'.

"honey?" you poke his cheek, smiling to yourself when he grunts in response. tsukishima has always been a light sleeper. you lay in silence for a few seconds before he finally lets out a sigh, opening his eyes to look at you.

"what do you want?"

you muster up your biggest doe eyes, knowing that he hates getting out of bed just as much as you do. "close the window for me?"

"no. you do it."

you sigh dramatically, gesturing at his arms wrapped firmly around you. "i would love to, but someone is holding me hostage, so i think you're going to have to do it."

tsukishima rolls his eyes, untangling his arms from your body. "problem solved." he holds back a smile when you frown and pull the blankets away from him, turning your back towards him. you're so cute. tsukishima would do anything you ask of him without hesitation, but he can't help but tease you a bit first. he'll never get tired of your reactions, and he loves that he can be a little snarky with you.

you sigh again, this time louder and more pointed, pretending to shiver just to show your husband how cold you really are, and how cruel he is for not helping. "if only someone could hold me right now...", you trailed off.

"ok, do you want me to help you or not?" he finally gives in, getting up to reach for his glasses. you win, as usual. you turn back to face him again with a smile as bright as sunshine, and despite all of the years you've been together, his heart still stops for a second. wow. okay, maybe he is obsessed with you, but he can't help it. you've clearly worked your magic on him, considering the fact that he's getting out of the bed for you when he has to be awake in a few hours. he goes to close the windows with a firm click, walking back to his side of bed.

"kei...since you're already up...", he looks back to see your guilty smile, an empty mug in your hands. "please? last thing, i swear." he give you a look that reads, "you're lucky i love you." (you know you're the luckiest person in the world.)

he takes your mug and you hear his quiet footsteps making their way to the kitchen. he comes back, handing you a mug full of warm water. once you take a sip, he takes the mug from you again, placing it on your nightstand.

"i poisoned that," he quips, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before finally lying down and snaking his arms around your waist, pulling you in closer to him. the only reason he hates getting out of bed is that he has to let go of you, but he doesn't need to say that. he's sure you already know.

[keiscorner]

IM ALIVEEE new post soon new post soon many new posts soon