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Willing and Able

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

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Synopsis: After reading Peter’s letter and rejecting him, you invite him inside your apartment to talk

“Sorry about him. He’s just excited that you’re here.” You said once Ned left the apartment to get the food he’d ordered. You and Peter were alone once again, with you on the couch and him sitting on the floor. He was preoccupied by a Lego set Ned had put out, but you were still thinking out the letter you’d found. The letter that informed you that you and Peter were once together, but you had his existence entirely wiped from your memory.

“It’s all good. This is honestly the most fun I’ve had in years.” Peter told you as he fitted another two blocks together.

“Really? You don’t do Lego nights with your new friends?”

“No, no. I didn’t really make any. Not the kinds that like to build Lego’s, anyways. I’m pretty busy with Spiderman stuff.” He answered you. There was no self pity in his voice, but that only made you feel all the more guilty. The more you thought about what his last four years must’ve been like compared to yours, you wanted to break down into tears and hold him tight. You had to look away from him when your eyes began to water.

“That makes me sad.” You admitted as you discreetly dabbed at your eyes.

“What does?” He wondered.

“Thinking of you going through all of this alone. I mean, Ned and I had each other, but we didn’t even know that we had lost something. You really didn’t have anyone?”

“No, but it’s okay.” He assured you. “Don’t feel sad. I made the decision to have the spell cast. I knew what it would do.”

“I don’t know if I could have done something that selfless.” You shook your head and continued to dodge his gaze. Peter watched you and could tell you were emotional and trying to hide it from him, but he knew you too well. The last thing he wanted was for you to feel any kind of remorse for a decision he made.

“Yeah, well, I guess I’m just a better person than you.” He shrugged and watched your reaction carefully. Despite forgetting him, his sense of humor still worked on you. You cracked a smile and looked at him.

“You’re funny.” You told him. “That’s something I’ve learned about you so far. Selfless and funny.”

“And humble.” He added, making you smile again.

“Right, and humble.” You nodded. You watched him build the Lego set some more as the two of you sat in comfortable silence. Peter had a million things he wanted to say to you, but didn’t want to overwhelm you, so he kept quiet.

“Gentle, too.” You said after a beat of silence.

“Gentle?” He tilted his head.

“The way you held me when you swung me home.” You explained. “You kept me secure, but it still felt respectful of my space. And you swung us back so slowly and carefully. Even… even after what I had just said to you.”

Since he still had his mask on, you watched his body language carefully to see how he reacted to being reminded of you telling him you didn’t love him. You wanted to see if it was crushing him as much as it was crushing you, or if he was more understanding. But he was too hard to read.

“You know, you never really liked swinging with me.” Peter laughed softly. “It used to scare you, understandably so. That’s why I went so slow. I didn’t want to freak you out anymore than you probably already are. I know reading that letter must’ve been a lot.”

“I’m right, then.” You smiled coyly. “You are gentle. And considerate. That’s another thing I know about you now.”

“Collecting data on me, are you?” Peter asked, grateful that his mask was concealed the delighted smile he was wearing. After the heavy conversation you’d had after you discovered the letter, he was appreciating each shred of tenderness between the two of you.

“Wouldn’t you? If someone showed up at your door and said “hey, by the way, we were together, but I was wiped from your memory”, wouldn’t you want to learn everything about them to see why you once loved them?”

“Honestly, I don’t even know if I’d believe them.” Peter admitted. “I’m actually kinda surprised that you did. You’re usually pretty skeptical and like to see things for yourself. For all you know, I could be making this all up as a really elaborate way to ask you out.”

“I didn’t even think of that.” You realized. “I just automatically believed you when I read the letter.”

“Why do you think that was?” Peter wondered as he looked over at you.

“I don’t really know. I think it just made sense to me. All throughout college, I felt like there was something missing in my life. Nothing ever satisfied me - no job, no guy, no achievement, because I always felt like I was waiting for something more. So when I read your letter, it all made sense. I knew what I’d be waiting for was actually a who. And that’s you.”

Peter could do little to suppress the onset of hope growing within him that maybe you whole heartedly believing him meant a part of you remembered him. He was quiet for a minute and felt himself getting emotional once more. He couldn’t wipe his eyes since he still had his mask on, so he nodded his head and looked down.

Peter could feel your gaze all over him, but his voice was too shaky to speak. After being told by both you and Jean that you had no thoughts of him, it meant everything to him that some part of you had felt his absence.

“Well I very grateful that you believed me.” He said once he finally trusted his voice not to crack. You smiled sadly and then looked down at your lap. Peter watched you, feeling like there was something at the tip of your tongue that you’d been holding back for the entirety of the conversation.

“Hey, Peter?” You asked in a timid voice.

“Yeah?”

“I feel really bad about what I said to you before. About not loving you, I mean.” You admitted, still keeping your eyes down. Peter swallowed and looked away as well as he mentally prepared himself to have this conversation again.

“Oh, that’s…that’s okay.” He said kindly. “I don’t want you to worry about that, okay? Don’t feel bad. It’s….everything is okay.”

“None of this is okay.” You said tearfully. “That must’ve been really awful to hear after you waited so long to talk to me. I can’t stop thinking about your face when I said it. I keep replaying it in my mind.”

Peter didn’t say anything for a long time. Finally, he stood up from his spot on the floor and sat beside you on your couch. You watched him through tear stained eyelashes and moved over a little to be closer to him. Silently, Peter took a box of tissues off the end table and handed them to you.

“I really don’t want this to weigh on you.” He said finally. “What you said, it’s really okay. How could you love me? You don’t know me.”

“I think I just felt really angry in that moment. I remember you coming into the donut shop before I started school. I remember you holding that letter in your hand. You looked like you had something to tell me.” You recalled as you dried your eyes with your tissue.

“I wish I had just told you then.” Peter sighed. “I really do. I’m sorry I took that choice from you.”

You stared at him for a moment and wished you could pull his mask off and look into his eyes. You settled for the glimpse of them that you could get through the white of his mask, and found unexpected comfort in them.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner, Peter?” You whispered. “We could have been rebuilding this whole time. I could’ve been getting to know you this whole time. But now, I feel like you’ve been taken from me twice.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Was all he could say. You could tell he was crying too. You wiped your eyes again and then started to rip up the tissue to give your hands something to do.

“It’s strange. I don’t remember you, but I can still feel what a loss that is.” You said as if you were thinking out loud. As you looked into Peter’s eyes, he had never seen you look so lost. He decided you’d both gone long enough without connection and pulled off his mask.

“What are you doing? Put it back on. Ned could come back any minute.” You warned him as your head whipped to the door to see if Ned had returned.

“I don’t care.” Peter shook his head. “I have to tell you this.”

“Tell me what?” You asked as your eyes desperately searched his face to try and jog your memory.

“I am truly sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner. But you have to understand that it only came from a place of wanting to protect you.”

He paused as though he was carefully considering his next words. His knee was bouncing up and down, seemingly unbeknownst to him, so you put your hand on top of it. It stopped bouncing almost immediately and he instinctively put his hand on top of yours. He rubbed his thumb over your knuckles for just a second before remembering that you didn’t have that kind of relationship anymore. He quickly withdrew his hand and wiped his eyes.

“When I first went to give you the letter all those years ago, I had just come back from my aunts grave. I was carrying the weight of my lifestyle being the cause of her death. Seeing your face that day was the only thing that eased the pain. But then I saw that you still had a bandage on your face from helping me when I was fighting some people. You probably don’t remember that either.”

You reached up and touched the scar above your right eyebrow when you heard this. Something you’d always chalked up to being a birthmark or leftover scrape from childhood had been a connection to Peter this whole time.

“When I looked at you and heard how excited you were to go off to school, you seemed so peaceful.” Peter continued. “I couldn’t bring myself to tell you. I couldn’t complicate your life all over again and risk you getting killed for me.”

You chewed your bottom lip for a moment as you processed what he was saying. You could understand his reasoning to a point, but you still wished he had let you make the decision for yourself.

“Did I know you were Spiderman when we were together?” You asked him.

“Yeah. You figured it out.” He said with a soft laugh when he remembered the night you told him you knew his secret. You didn’t seemed pleased by that answer and frowned at him.

“But doesn’t that mean I already knew the risk? And was with you regardless?”

“You were.” He had to agree. “I guess it didn’t feel like a risk anymore after my aunt passed. It felt inevitable.”

You sighed and put your hand back on Peter’s knee. He looked into your eyes expecting residual anger, but they were only soft now.

“I understand why you did what you did. But I don’t want you to make decisions like that for me ever again, okay?” You said firmly but kindly.

“I won’t.” He nodded. “Never again. I promise.”

“Good. Because if I’m back in your life now, I need to be able to trust you.”

“You can. I’ll make it up to you.” He assured you. The faintest hint of a smile crept onto his face, so he looked down in attempt to hide it.

“What?” You wondered.

“I didn’t realize this meant you were officially back in my life.” He said in a quiet voice. You could hear a difference in his voice as he spoke, sounding much lighter than he had since he first reentered your life.

“Ned and I are, yeah.” You said simply, not understanding how desperately he needed to hear that.

“That’s, uh, that’s really great to hear.” He nodded and kept his head low so you wouldn’t see his misty eyes. He didn’t want you to see that he was all choked up over the mere fact you were someone he could talk to again.

“You could’ve heard it four years ago.” You said out the corner of his mouth. Peter let out a soft chuckle at that, making you smile as well. The atmosphere in the room finally felt a little less intense and you were able to smile at each other.

“Are you gonna remind me of that for the rest of our lives?” Peter asked you, secretly thrilled to have the beginning of some kind of inside joke with you. Inside jokes existed between people who meant something to each other, giving him hope that this would be the first of many between you.

“Almost definitely.” You assured him.

“I deserve that.” He shrugged. To his surprise, your smile fell and a very serious look crossed your face.

“You don’t deserve any of this.” You stated as you stared into his eyes. Peter blinked at the sudden candor from you and nodded his head to show you he heard you.

“I appreciate you saying that.” He said, voice quiet once again.

“I mean it, Peter.” You insisted. “No one should have ever had to go through what you’ve gone through. But you don’t have to go through it alone anymore. I’m here for you now. As long as you’re honest with me.”

“Since I’m being honest, there’s actually something else I have to tell you.”

“Oh God.” You sighed. “There’s more? What else could you possibly have to tell me?”

“You know how I came into your room the other day and told you someone bad was after you? And then we found out later that it was Jean?”

“Yeah. What about it?”

“After I got you out of your apartment, we landed on a rooftop. I thought I had gotten us far enough away from Jean where she couldn’t get us, but I didn’t. She took you over at some point without me realizing. And she, uh, she kissed me.” Peter admitted. He’d been carrying the shame from the moment he’d realized it was Jean, and not you, who kissed him. In the spirit of rebuilding your relationship, he knew he had to be honest with you.

“Oh. I didn’t know that happened. Everything just sort of switched off after we left my apartment.” You frowned and tried to recall the moments between Peter rushing into your open window and you waking up in his arms on the sidewalk after Jean threw you off the rooftop.

“I assumed you didn’t know. But I wanted you to know that I kissed you back. Or, her back, I guess. But only because I thought it was you. I really thought we were safe from her up there. If I had known it wasn’t really you, I never would’ve kissed her back. Or, you back. I don’t know exactly. I just want you to know that I’m really sorry.”

“I appreciate you telling me that.” You smiled sadly at him. “And your apology. I’m pretty disgusted that she used my body like that, but I don’t blame you for it. I know you wouldn’t have kissed me if you knew the truth.”

“I wouldn’t. Ever. But I’m still sorry.”

“I forgive you, since you didn’t know. Plus, I’m sure we’ve kissed before, right?”

“Yeah.” Peter blushed. “We have.”

“I figured. That explains why I don’t remember my first kiss.” You said with a sad laugh. Peter could tell that bothered you but stayed silent to let you process it.

“Or my first time.” You realized. “Was that you, too?”

“Yeah, yeah that was me.” Peter said weakly. He was bright red now, but luckily, you weren’t looking at him.

“Damn. And here I thought I was a virgin.”

“Definitely not.” Peter mumbled.

“Definitely not?” You repeated through a laugh. “Damn, Spiderman. What were we getting up to?”

Before he could answer, he watched your face slowly drop into a frown. You slumped back on the couch and stared off into the distance but not at anything in particular.

“That’s actually hitting me pretty hard.” You confessed. “Those were two pivotal moments in my life and I have no memory of them. Or of being in love. Or, I’m sorry. Were we in love? How serious was our relationship? Your letter just said we were together.”

“Very serious and very much in love. We were that annoying couple that sat on the same side of the booth at restaurants.” He informed you. You smiled a little at that, but he could tell you were still grieving the loss of memories for those foundational moments in your life.

“Oh God. Really?” You asked in total disbelief, feeling unable to imagine yourself as one half of a couple that did that.

“Oh yes. And always holding hands. Even under the desk in class. People would make fun of us sometimes. But even when they did, you never let go of my hand.”

“I mean, that’s pretty sweet.” You admitted. “As long as we weren’t the kind of high school couple that would like bark at each other or make out to say goodbye if we had different classes.”

“No, no barking.” He chuckled. “Just holding hands. And you’d wear my debate club hoodie. You always said it was because it smelled like me, but I really think you just didn’t want to buy your own.”

“That sounds like me. I actually still have that. I thought it was mine.”

“It’s mine. My initials are on the tag.”

“Really?” Your eyes widened. “How did I not notice that? I did notice it smelled like cologne, though. But I thought that was because Ned had borrowed it or something.”

“Nope. All me.” Peter said proudly.

“What else?” You asked as you leaned your chin on your hands to look at him. You resembled a kid eagerly waiting to hear the next part of a storybook, and that made Peter eager to tell you.

“You’d come over every Friday and my aunt would make us some bizarre recipe she saw online. It was never good, and rarely edible, but you’d always pretend to like it. And then we’d sneak out and get McDonald’s.”

“May.” You recalled. “I could never remember how I knew her. Or why I spent so much time at a 50 year old woman’s home in my teens.”

“Yeah, May.” He smiled sadly. “We’d watch movies in your room a lot. You let me show you all my favorites. If you complimented something random about the movie after we watched it, I knew that meant you didn’t like it. Like, “the score was really powerful” or “the costumes were so detailed”. That’s when I’d think yep, she hated it.”

“Is that why I’ve seen all the Star Wars movies? That’s your doing?”

“Oh, yes.” He nodded. “That’s all me.”

“Keep going.” You said, thought it sounded more like a plead.

“You always had my back. Always. You don’t remember this, but before the spell, my identity got revealed to the world. You went down swinging for me anytime someone said something to me. Even though it was making things harder for you.”

“Harder how?”

“You got fired from your job. So did Ned. And neither of you got into MIT because you were linked to the “controversy” about me.” He explained.

“I can’t believe that happened. I don’t remember any of that.”

“It did. That’s part of the reason I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“Which you’re sorry about.” You reminded him.

“Right, which I’m sorry about.” He nodded in agreement and cracked a smile at you keeping him in line. You frowned again and touched a gentle hand to Peter’s cheek, to which he instantly melted into.

“You gave up so much for Ned and I to have normal lives. And we had no idea for all this time.” You said in a voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course. I would do anything to protect you guys. Anything.”

“I can’t tell you how much I wish I had our memories.” You stayed in a hushed tone as you stroked his freckles with your thumb.

“I really wish you did too.” He said, voice beginning to waver as well. You gave him a teary smile and then wiped your eyes with the back of your hand.

“Listen, um, I know that I said before that I’m grateful for what you sacrificed for me, but that I don’t know you.”

“I remember.” Peter said quietly.

“But I’d like to.” You continued. Peter stared into your eyes for what felt like a really long time, unwilling to blindly trust that this was really you talking and not another trick.

“If that’s okay?” You added when he didn’t respond.

“Can I have four years to think about it?” He said finally, making you laugh through your tears and pull him into a hug. He hugged you back as tightly as he could and let himself trust that this was real. He buried your face in his shoulder, letting himself grow familiar with the new perfume you wore. You held him just as tightly, feeling your muscle memory kick it as you gripped the curls on the top of his head.

“No, you may not.” You said into his shoulder. “I think we’ve lost enough time.”

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Was messing with CSP a week ago and made this Hinata !!! Will hopefully get to posting more art soon! 🌺

Dedicating this to my lovely friend @starboyshoyo ٩(^ᴗ^ )و ´-

Thx for getting me into haikyuu again i’ll never be free

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This piece is genuinely so lovely, the marker feel and the pose are done with so much care. Thank you, dear friend!!

Guys, Laine is a wonderful artist and he deserves support! Give him a follow and reblog his work if you can :)

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A Roll in the Hay

Atsumu Miya x farmer!reader

Genre: Fluff, slightly suggestive!

Word count: 1.1k

A gift for @eussstasss for the summer fic exchange by @sodaneko! This is one of my first times writing Atsumu, so I hope it turned out okay! Happy reading :)

It all started when Kita had invited Atsumu and Osamu to stay at his farm for a summer getaway, in exchange for a bit of help with the farmwork and cooking. It was off season for the MSBY Black Jackals and Osamu’s business partner had assured him that she was confident she could hold down the fort at home, so the brothers had driven out five hours down a dusty country road, bickering about directions and getting lost twice along the way. Atsumu insisted that both times were ‘Samu’s fault, until his brother had pointed out that he had been holding the map upside down for over an hour.

Kita had received them warmly, his flock of runner ducks quacking out greetings in a circle around their feet. Though Atsumu had discovered city life suited him just fine while living in Osaka, he had to admit there was a certain rustic charm to their old teammate’s home. It was quite pleasant with the rice stalks swaying green in the wind, tips just beginning to turn golden in the summer sun. He supposed he could tolerate it for a couple of weeks, but once Kita introduced his neighbor? Atsumu wasn’t sure he ever wanted to return at all. 

They were out in the fields helping Kita weed the paddies when you had gone out to get your mail, your mailbox just across from Kita’s side of the road. The rice farmer had beckoned you over with a call, waving the checkered handkerchief from his back pocket and hoping the bright color would cut through the glare of the blazing Hyogo sun. 

“This here’s Osamu and Atsumu Miya, two old teammates of mine. I’d say they’re forty percent responsible for all my gray hairs.” Kita smiled as he took the fresh jugs of milk from you, cracking a rare joke. “Didn’t wanna get a drake for my hens, so I brought ‘em along instead to liven the place up.” 

“Whaddya mean?! Yer hair was gray long before we met ya!” Atsumu had protested. Osamu had just grunted, giving you a polite nod and a half-bow before snacking on an protein bar he had in his back pocket. 

You on the other hand, had laughed and greeted them just like Kita had said, by both first and last name. It was all well and good hearing you say his last name, but Atsumu felt the tips of his ears warm when your mouth formed the shapes of the syllables, At-su-mu dropping from your mouth the way honey dripped from the wooden frames of comb that Kita had showed them earlier that day. 

“Don’t mind Kita. He’s an old soul at heart, but you’ve known him so long I suppose you already know that.” You smile fondly at your neighbor. “Kita, if you don’t mind, I’ve got a couple a’ heavy bales that need hauling up to the loft. Do ya have any time to help me out?”

“Ah, sure can.” Kita replies generously, shaking mud off of his boots. “Give me an hour or two, though. I’ve gotta finish waterin’ the bean trellises before the sun gets too high, and an irrigation ditch that needs diggin’ first.” Kita responds. “Oh, and I gotta take Peapod to the vet for a vaccine. She’s been eatin’ too many slugs out back in the garden, and–”

“Doesn’t sound like you got much time at all, Kita,” Osamu cuts in. The way he chews his protein bar reminds Atsumu of the cows they saw in the next field over. He would have said it out loud too, if not for Osamu continuing his sentence. “Why don’t you get ‘Tsumu to do it instead? His ass isn’t doin’ much otherwise.”

Atsumu opens his mouth to complain, but a combination of a knowing look from his brother and the way your warm eyes turn to focus on him has him melting inside. “Sure can,” he manages to get out, and just like that, he’s trailing after you across the sunlit field and up to your barn.

“So, have you ever done work on a farm before, Atsumu Miya?” You address him with his first and last name again as you fiddle with your keys, unlocking the barn doors and sliding the heavy latches out of the way. And just like before, it sends a shiver up his spine. 

He feels the blush creeping up his cheeks again. “Sure have,” he lies. “I can help ya with anything ya need.” 

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It turns out that Atsumu Miya cannot, in fact, help you with anything you need because only twenty minutes in and he’s already exposed the fact that he knows absolutely nothing of what he’s doing. When you had first directed him to carry some of the hay up to the loft, he had gathered large piles in his arms and slung them over his back, doing a good job of making a show out of his back muscles as he hauled the heavy bundles up the ladder ramp and into the loft. You had followed with piles that were just as large, but with less weight of ego. 

He had stacked the hay in a pile only to be stopped by you with a raised eyebrow and a bemused expression.

“Aren’t ya getting a little overeager there?” The corner of your mouth quirks up. “You’re mixing up the timothy and the alfalfa.” 

“The what?” Atsumu looks around, wondering if he’s already lost his chance to another before he’s even gotten to know you. Jealousy edges into his voice. “Who’s Timothy?”

You place your own bales down, one in one corner and the second in another “Timothy hay,” you say, and then point at the other. “And alfalfa hay. They’re made of different stuff, so the animals that eat ‘em get different nutrients.” You’re pacing closer to him now, and Atsumu finds himself backing up until the back of his legs hit the bale. He sits down hard as he finds your face only inches from his, a smirk playing on your lips. “Were you worried about something, Miya?” 

“Not at all,” he breathes, his voice cracking on the “not.” He feels your breath ghost over his cheek and he’s about to wonder if he’s going to get lucky for the first time in his life when you pull back suddenly.

“Finish your work first,” you grin at him. “Then we can talk about extracurriculars.” 

“Yes ma’am!”

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watching project hail mary but putting a markiplier video in the corner

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they're boyfriends facetiming each other

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had a project hail mary watch party and we actually did tape an image of markiplier to my tv. 10/10 would recommend

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we were so real for this, I kept laughing in serious scenes because I'd look up and markiplier would be going IS THAT THE BITE OF 87 in the corner

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Recording in Progress

January 2013, 11:04 am. Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium, Sendagaya, Shibuya, Tokyo Prefecture.

Part of Fading Sunlight

A Hinata Shoyo x childhood best friend!reader timeline.

↳ A collection of things that have happened, between you and the boy who taught you how to fly.

“Just cuz you ain’t out there on that court… doesn’t mean you’ve got any right to look away from it.”  - Coach Tanji Washijo, Haikyuu!! ch. 366

You had discovered when you were young that a nature documentary was a good way to pass the time on winter evenings when the frost made it too cold to go out and play. Watching scenes of the vibrant feathers of birds did wonders to lift your mood during the dreariest parts of winter, so you taped as many episodes when you could, filling up a DVR with the sounds of springtime.

One day, as you flipped through channels after school, you came across an ordinary recording of a fledgling robin. The video was crisp and clear, and you could count every feather on its body as it clung to the edge of its woven nest. You watched as it beat its short wings for balance before hopping into the air… and plummeting straight down into the grass below. 

You held your breath. You knew by now that sometimes the little ones don’t make it. But this one popped back up again, struggling into an upright position and peeping softly. It tried again, twisting in the air for but a moment before crashing back down to earth, slipping on dew. The narrator spoke in a soft, raspy voice as the camera panned upwards, showing the sun setting above the tree. Night would bring new dangers unfit for such a small bird. Stray cats, foxes, eagles circling far above…

You never finished watching, but occasionally through the years, you wondered what happened to that bird out on the lawn. It would have been easy for that cameraman to stop their recording, capping the lens and turning away the audience to pick up the small thing and place it back in the confines of the nest. But even then, something in you knew that it wasn’t their place to. 

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You think about that now as you grip your own camera, holding it steady as you record from the sidelines. The court is just far away enough that you can’t hear what is being said. All you can see is Hinata, struggling to stand upright as his hand slips on his own sweat, sending him sprawling back onto the hard, shiny floor.

On the bench, Takeda and Ukai exchange shocked glances. The former calls for a time out, and the latter motions to Kiyoko who grabs a thermometer from the team’s medical bag. Tanaka and Asahi gather him up, supporting him as they limp slowly to the bench.

Your heart stoops into your stomach and unconsciously, one of your hands lets go. The camera wobbles but stays upright. Brown eyes look up, wide and glassy, and they meet yours for just a second as they reflect stadium lights and confusion and a world of dreams slipping away from him. 

The camera stares back.

He’s closer now, and you can see the desperation painted on his face. You hear him insisting, voice cracked and raspy. “I’m not hurt, coach! It’s not an injury! Please, I can still fly!”

It would be so easy, you think. To put down the shiny black box in your hands, sweltering and warm. Cap the lens and run over to him, grip his hands in yours and pretend that if you hide it from view, all of it will be over soon. Instead, you tangle your hand in the lanyard around your neck, pulling it taut against your nape. 

To watch and witness a fall was the only kind of fairness a camera could provide.

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I'm so normal about them I swear

(Eren got kicked off the list after s3)

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June 2026. Hinata Shoyo’s 30th birthday. 

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It’s interesting how little difference he feels. That digit at the beginning of his age ticking upwards by one while the centimeters of his vertical drop by three. 

It reminds him of a question posed to Ushijima a year or so ago, just after the ace had announced that he would play his own last game soon before stepping aside to prioritize his new family. 

How do you feel about your retirement looming on the horizon? 

Looming? He always thought that was a weird way to phrase it. To Hinata, it looks more like a bright light. He’s been elevated so high that the sun now shines in his face, and when he’s ready, he’ll reach out and embrace it. 

But not yet. 

He wakes up next to you, pulling you close. Just like every year he’ll pretend not to see the Matsumoto Bakery box in the fridge, until you light the candles and place it in front of him. He’ll play a game at the beach with Natsu— she’s back in town on the off season too. He’ll respond to every well-wish and birthday message that he can, and not just with thumbs up reactions like Kageyama does. He’ll ask you to ride into town on your bikes again and eat dinner at Sakanoshita and sit on the curb until dawn begins to break on the horizon. 

There’s a lot of things he will do, still. 

A/N: And that's the end of Fading Sunlight! The roughest, most inconsistent series I've ever written but somehow my favorite too. It started as a writing excercise but became a lot more than that to me.

There are so many more scenes I wanted to do. I wanted to touch more upon the reader's relation to their family and why Hinata in particular matters so much to them, their relationship with Kageyama, Hoshiumi, Kuroo, and Oikawa. I wanted to explore how Hinata confessed to them and the changes that came to their relationship when they got together, the meaning of money and food in the series, the reader's journalism and writing, what the reader was doing while Hinata was in Brazil, and more.

It just so happened that I gave myself until Hinata's 30th birthday to finish this series, and now that time has come. Just like Hinata, there's more I'll write for it, just not in the same form as before. Thank you to everyone who read these!

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January 2013, 7:42 pm. Jaybird Inn, Sendagaya, Shibuya, Tokyo Prefecture. 

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With a fever it wasn’t like Hinata could share a room with the rest of his team, so he was staying in an adjoining space on the first floor of the inn. Coach Ukai and Coach Takeda had insisted on paying for the extra room out of pocket, despite Hinata’s protests that he would notify his mother and help her make the extra cost work, somehow. 

Honestly, the worst part about getting sick wasn’t that they had lost the game against Kamomedai. It didn’t even sting as bad, even though he knew it was the last official game he would stand on the court with Daichi, Sugawara, and Asahi for. It was the fact that on their last night in Tokyo, he had to eat dinner alone in his room instead of at a table surrounded by his team. No matter what he ate, his broken-down muscles could only repair themselves so much alone. 

He scoops soup and rice together, trying not to let his hands tremble as he brings the bowl to his mouth. It’s warm and moist but goes down dry. Swallowing it isn’t easy. 

The door slides open, and he looks up. You step into the room holding your own dinner. Hinata catches snippets of his team’s chatter as they sit around the dining table outside in the lobby before the door slides shut again. You’re wearing a surgical mask but he can see the corner of your eyes crinkle when you smile at him. 

Sitting against the opposite wall, well more than six feet apart, you slide off the mask and begin to eat without a word. 

The lump in his throat eases, and the rest of the soup goes down easy.

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December 2013, 9:09 pm. First Years Training Camp, Shiratorizawa Academy Gym, Miyagi Prefecture. 

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It’s Thursday already, three days since your fight with Hinata, and there’s only one more day before the training camp opens its dorms to overnight stays. You’re looking forward to being able to get of your feet and rest sooner than two hours after you leave Shiratorizawa– the extra distance biking home has really been wearing you down.

Tonight, Tsukishima’s decided to stay late to get extra practice in, so naturally you did as well, videotaping his blocks from the back and trying not to get in the way. You ignore the fluffy head of ginger hair that flickers in and out of your peripherals, always chasing after the ball. But when it comes time to go home, Tsuki waves you off. 

“My brother is picking me up today since he’s staying late at work. You’ll have to walk to the bus stop alone.” 

“Oh… alright.” Biking home nonstop is one thing, but having to walk through the city alone to get to a place where you could set off from is another matter entirely. Best to get a head start before it gets darker. 

You steel your nerves and step out into the darkness, trying to stay in the spotlights of streetlamps as you head down the street. But footsteps speeding up behind you make you pause, and suddenly Hinata has caught up to your side. 

The walk is the same– you’ve done it many times in the past. The path is familiar, but the silence stretches out as you reach the city limits and continue out onto the country road. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Hinata says nothing, but he smiles at you as if to say, everything is okay. You suppose that’s how he’s always been– for him, being okay is a habit. He walks you all the way to the porch of your home, and wave from the driveway when you take a last look out the window before closing the door. 

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Okay that last Fading Sunlight post got out of hand 😭

Reader and Tobio are roommates, not together! Reader’s moved to Tokyo to go to college, and since Kageyama is playing for the Adlers in the same area they live together.

That was my fault for not clarifying, they’re close friends not dating!

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May 2015, 9:26 pm. Yours and Kageyama’s apartment, Shinjuku Ward, Tokyo Prefecture. 

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“So is Kageyama’s really doing chores? I thought he still needed help to put his own pants on.”

“I put my pants on just fine, runt!” 

“Tobio’s not that bad of a flatmate. I can hear him snoring from next door, though.”

Hinata’s bright laugh comes out tinny through the speakers of your phone. You rest your head on Kageyama’s shoulder as you lean against the back of the couch, Kageyama holding the device while scowling. He keeps his arm steady so both you and Hinata can get a good look at each other, even through the distance. 

“So has Natsu decided which high school she wants to go to yet?” 

“Yeah, she’s applying to Niiyama Girls’ in the winter. I told her she should have gone to Karasuno, but she didn’t listen,” Hinata complains. “She told me to tell you that when you come home from college in July she wants to go shopping with you.” 

“I’ll hold her to it.” It takes everything you have not to let the wistfulness show in your voice. A month of living in Tokyo and a familiar face by your side hadn’t absolved you of homesickness. You think if you didn’t have Kageyama with you, you would have gone crazy. It was a stroke of luck that the team he had signed onto was close enough to the University of Tokyo that you were able to search for an apartment together.

The two boys continue talking, and you can’t help but notice that despite talking about volleyball, Hinata asks for none of Kageyama’s progress. It must sting, to be the only one left behind in Miyagi while Kageyama received dozens of offers to go pro right out of the gate. After all, you had known how it felt to be the one slipping behind.

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December 2013, 11:37 pm. Your Home, Yukigaoka Town, Miyagi Prefecture, Japan.

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You ignore the porch light flickering through your window as Hinata arrives home from training camp, stepping into his foyer across the way from your bedroom window. Like the other ball boys, he’d stayed late to clean the gym floors and so you had walked back to the bus stop with Tsukishima, and ridden the rest of the way home nonstop, trying not to look too closely at the shadows that followed. 

The slotted curtains hide you from view as you pull the camcorder out from your school bag, rewinding the footage to the beginning to organize for the day ahead. With Karasuno High School’s newspaper going online more and more, you thought the first years’ training camp would make the perfect time to transition into a more digital format for your column. Tsukishima had (begrudgingly) given you permission to record his progress through the whole camp, and it’s left you with hours of footage to comb through to pick out the right moments. 

You press play, eating dinner alone at your desk while you review. Tsukishima really is learning a lot from the other players, and it’s fascinating to see. But every so often you watch as your own camera work drifts off to the side, digital consciousness reaching outward to where you know, but won’t admit, Hinata is working just off screen. 

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December 2013, 7:09 am. Matsumoto Bakery, Yukigaoka Town, Miyagi Prefecture, Japan.

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The bell chimes softly as you push open the door, stepping into the bakery and shoving your chilled hands into your pockets. There’s no other patrons inside, and Mr. Matsumoto barely glances up from his piping work at the counter when you approach.

“Where’s the boy today?” He says gruffly. His weathered hands tremble as they perch a birthday decoration on top of one of the icings. “Thought he’d be with you. I needed a few more gray hairs to even out my color.” He lets out a short barking laugh.

“He went on ahead.” You wave your hand, not bothering to explain what had went down at the training camp the day before.

Hinata hadn’t come to your front door to bike to school yesterday. He had taken your statement to heart, and so had you. He was ball boy by choice— by his or yours, you weren’t sure.

You pick up one cream bun from the display stand and picked out the number of coins you knew by heart. But when you place them on the counter, you find that there’s a second bun sitting in the coin tray.

Mr. Matsumoto is polite enough not to comment on the tears that land on the counter. He wipes them up with his washcloth and goes about his day.

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i am utterly obsessed with your fading sunlight series and i think that posting drabbles for it daily (WITHOUT FAIL MIND YOU) is so genius. i always find it so captivating whenever authors and artists handle their work with so much care and effort. pls never stop doing what you do 🥺

You have no idea how much this comment means to me :')

Forgive me for going on a bit of a ramble below-

Fading Sunlight started as a way for me to get my writing spark back using my favorite character of all time. It's also a bit of a study on Hinata's journey through the Haikyuu series and who the 'reader' would be going along with that in all its joyful and painful moments. Growing up with someone like him, there would always be a time in which one of you would outpace the other and feelings of being 'left behind' or 'growing apart' might surface. There is a reason we call these things 'growing pains' and that's the feeling I wanted to capture.

Fanfiction, especially x reader fanfiction, tends to be highly indulgent. We imagine the perfect relationships for ourselves, with our favorite characters who offer no pushback because in our heads, they can be exactly what we want them to be. With Fading Sunlight, I've kind of had to force myself to write those painful moments, even ones that stretch out over long periods of time and lingered. It's self-indulgent because the reader is a very specific kind of person who matches who I am, but also not self-indulgent because it forces you to sit with uncomfortable moments in which you might feel left behind by the character you want to comfort you.

I wanted all of that to be conveyed, but as a college student I knew I didn't have time to write long chapters, so I settled with short, non-proofread oneshots. I do think I chose the wrong format for this series, because drabbles are meant to be 'emotionally complete' within the short amount of time it takes to read them. In the future, I think I will reformat this series.

Thank you so much for your comment and the daily updates will continue until June 21st :)

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I don't post enough about how much I love Nekoma's liberos

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January 2013, 1:09 pm. Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium, Sendagaya, Shibuya, Tokyo Prefecture. 

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“Aren’t you going to take a nap?” 

“Nope. I’m so pumped right now, I don’t think I could sleep.” Hinata is practically vibrating while sitting upright on the bench, swinging his legs underneath him. “Did you see we’re playing Kamomedai later? It’s time to figure out who the real little giant is.”

The excitement of winning their match against Nekoma has colored his face with a blush so vivid it almost looks unnatural. The long sets and adrenaline must have clouded his mind, because he refused food when Daichi had offered. You think of the Matsumoto Bakery package you have stored back at the hotel room, and wonder if you should have brought it just to tempt him into putting some fuel into his body.

“At least try and sit still,” you remind him, nudging his leg with your own. The sweat on his skin is warm and it sticks to your leg. You wipe it off using the sleeve of your jacket. “You can be a giant as much as you want on the court. Down here you’re only as invincible as the rest of us.”

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