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catzula · 3 years

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It’s hard NOT to be a fangirl (especially when the setter is Oikawa Tooru)

A/N: is it evident how much in love I am with this man? I cried at his backstory, I did that. Well, uh, hope you enjoy! And I have a mountain of hw and exams coming up so I might not be able to write something so thats that.

Warnings: spoilers!!! For the spring tournament so beware. Cursing? 5.9k? Oikawa crying in the end? Its NOT angst tho. Also not edited cuz its 1 am

Genre: fluff, Iwaizumi's sister!reader

Synopsis: maybe confusing you with a fangirl wasn't exactly starting off the right foot, but Oikawa thought the stranger that sat with him till the beginning of his next match was... quite charming.

Oikawa might've been many, many things, but he was not a coward.

Most of the time, at least.

Whenever it was his feelings he had to be brave about, he never succeeded, especially not when they were towards you. You, who laughed and stood with him, never across but always beside him. Oikawa couldn't afford to be brave.

It was the first day of the Interhigh matches when he had met you. To say Oikawa was having a bad day would be an underestimation. He got dumped by his girlfriend that very day, right before his match, and brutally ripped out of the soft, consoling presence of his fans by Iwaizumi. He just wanted to be fawned over and comforted, maybe eat a snack or two while he was at it, but he didn't even get to do that?

"Stop pouting, Shittykawa." Iwaizumi muttered when Oikawa made an exaggerated 'hmph!' sound for the 20th time the last 5 minutes. "We need to go to the gym, and you need to focus."

"You need to focus too!" Oikawa protested, "but look at you getting ready to go to a date- hey, agh!" Holding the back of his head, Oikawa pouted even deeper this time. "You didn't need to hit me!" Oikawa whisper-yelled.

"I told you to shut the fuck up. Hold your tongue if you don't want to get beaten." Iwaizumi whispered angrily, sending a side glance at his coach to try and see if he had heard stupid Oikawa. Iwaizumi took a breath of relief when the coach didn't even look his way.

"We're gonna sit in the back stands so coach won't be able to see us. You can still watch the game from there, too." Iwaizumi finally spoke after they arrived in the gym, eyes scanning the room to find the perfect hiding place.

"You mean I am gonna sit in the back stands, all alone, cold and freshly dumped." Oikawa frowned, his frown only growing deeper when his best friend rolled his eyes. "Am I wrong? Tell me I'm wrong! As you go on your marry way with your girlfriend, I will be sitting here alone and wallow in my sadness for what... 6 hours?!"

Iwaizumi clenched his teeth, knowing Oikawa had a point. Sighing, he rubbed his temples. "Look, fuck, I'm sorry, okay? Should I tell her I can't come?" He asked gruffly, and despite all his brutality and harsh words, Oikawa knew he would do it if he said the word. "Nah, it's okay. Have fun in your date!" Oikawa answered, earning a baffled glare from the boy.

"Then why the fuck have you been guilt tripping me the past hour?"

"I'm lonely, Iwa-chan! I want attention." Oikawa grinned, professionally avoiding the slap coming his way, his grin growing even wider when Iwaizumi pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. " I wonder how I didn't murder you already. Anyway, settle there, and don't move anywhere until the match. And I mean, anywhere, no visiting your fans, looking at yourself in the bathroom mirror, taking selfies before the windows, nothing."

"Okay, okay, I'm not dumb!" Oikawa whined as he threw his gym bag on the free seats. "Say hi to her for me, Iwa-chan!" He called after his best friend.

~~~

It had been almost an hour since Iwa had left, and Oikawa was losing his mind. Why did he agree to this again? He wanted to sit with the rest of his team, that sat across the court but Iwaizumi had told him not to move anywhere (and Oikawa was still a bit hurt at how grateful they seemed when Iwa had told them Oikawa would be sitting separately), so he had opted to social media.

Oikawa wasn't aware of someone else entering the secret back stands and getting closer to him as he watched a short compilation of cat videos. "Oikawa-kun?" You approached him, hiding your snicker when he jumped in his place to look at you. He was quick to hide his shock, a mask of smugness quickly finding its place on his pretty face.

"That's me." He smiled, his chocolate eyes scanning you and meeting your eyes back quickly. He watched as you sat a seat away from him, close but not approachable. He quirked his brow when you stood quiet, holding your phone a little too tightly. A shy fan, how sweet, he thought, smirking as he turned your way. He had an idea of what you wanted.

"Did you, perhaps, want a photo? I might not look as I normally would, though." Oikawa suggested, going by how you held your phone, checking the time every once in a while, you wanted a picture. His brows raised when you didn't say a word but bit your lip as if holding in a smile.

"That's your que to say 'no, Oikawa-kun, you look amazing!" He told you, not expecting your laugh to ring in his ears, baffled both by how sudden and how pretty the sound was. "No, you do look tired, actually." You finally answered, earning a gasp from the boy across you.

"Oh, to think I was going to see the days of my fans calling me tired-looking and ugly!" He dramatically brought his hand to his face, peeking through his fingers to see what you were going to do. You should at least deny he looked ugly, he thought, but his eyes grew wide when you chuckled. Now you were just rude! Did he really look that bad?

"Sorry, I'm not a fan." You pressed your lips in an apologetic smile, trying to hold it sorry and not smug when you spotted the blush on his cheeks. "Oh- I thought..." He cleared his throat to hide the embarrassment. "Most of the pretty girls like you who aproach me are my fans, so I just assumed." He spoke when he finally managed to find back his high-toned, flirty persona.

"That crowd of groupies in the entrance should belong to you, too, then?" You teased, not expecting him to answer yes, bursting into laughter with the unexpected positive answer.

"I kind of have to ask, though, if you're not my fan, why did you approach me, calling my name?" He seemed nonchalant as if he was used to that, but you had to admit it was a bit creepy.

"Oh, Haji- Iwaizumi sent me." You corrected yourself when you remembered how your brother had told you not to tell Oikawa you were siblings (he had warned you about how flirtatious Oikawa could get, and he might see it as a challenge if he figured you were his best friend's sibling. You didn't think it was true, they were best friends after all, but it was better to be cautious anyway.

"Iwa-chan? Ah, so he does care after all!" Oikawa blurted out, his words reminding how your brother had sent you here and how it was something way different than caring. "Well, he did want me to make sure you didn't leave here or call your ex. Heard you had some... problems."

"Cold as a stone, as always." He sighed, and you chuckled. "Can't exactly call it a problem, but being dumped isn't the best feeling in the world." He shrugged, taking a sip out of his water before flashing you a charming smile. Your brows furrowed when he admitted he was dumped, of course, Hajime had already told you that, but judging the boy by his looks, his nonchalant acts, and everything your brother had told to warn you, you hadn't expected him to admit that, especially not to a stranger.

"Well, uh, that sucks." You answered awkwardly, not knowing how to approach the situation. "I'm sorry about that."

"Its okay, as it was bound to happen, anyway. Our relationship wasn't exactly sailing smoothly." He shrugged, but it was evident he was a bit broken about it. "I- uh, I'm not the person people would come for advice in these kind of situations, but I can... listen?"

You felt something warm blooming in your chest when his gaze locked on you, chocolate brown eyes the prettiest you've ever seen, but the surprised, almost grateful look was what made you feel that way. Did he only want someone to listen?

"It's okay, I don't want to burden you with my stupid problems." He chuckled, pulling his playful nature back on the surface. "I don't even know your name."

"Oh, shit, you're right!" You laughed when you realized you hadn't even told him your name but had offered a shoulder to cry on. "I'm Y/N, nice to meet you." You stuck your hand out, his warm (big-) hand gripping yours and causing that warm feeling that was in your chest to spread even more.

"Y/N-chan, it's very nice to meet you." He winked. "So, what is your relationship with our dearest Iwa-chan?"

"Oh- well, uh... you could say he sees me as a sister." You shrugged, not expecting him to pout sympathetically. "Oh no, sibling-zoned? That's harsh, man."

"No it's- hey, you have no right to pity me, you're the one freshly dumped!"

"Hitting low, are we?" He laughed, making you laugh with him. "You look like you're gonna die if you don't ask me how we broke up." He sighed after a second, although he still had a playful smirk. "I guess I have to tell you." He sighed one more time. "We're stuck here for at least 5 hours, anyway."

~~~

"Here you go, a granola bar. Are you sure you didn't want anything else?" You tossed the granola bar to Oikawa, who had his legs on the seats in front of him, making himself comfortable in the uncomfortable seats.

"Yeah, that's enough. Thank you, Y/N-chan." He smiled cheekily, opening the packet with his teeth. "The match is in about an hour, anyway, I shouldn't eat much."

"Sure, whatever you say. Well you were talking about a new player before I left."

"Before your stomach started to scream, you mean." He laughed, and you found yourself watching the smile. These past few hours had flown by so quickly that it almost felt like barely an hour. Oikawa was easy to talk to, and you always found something new to talk about, laughing almost at everything he said. He was really charming, and the confidence that oozed out of every move he did, every word he spoke was attractive, you had to admit.

But as much of a smug player he could be, he often acted childish, too, especially when he talked about a certain Kouhei of his did you see the childlike jealousy and competitiveness clearly. Though despite that, he would have a fond, soft look in his eyes whenever he talked about his teammates, making you feel almost jealous at how affectionate he looked about them.

You knew he was charming and flirtatious, your brother had warned you not to get close because he could and would have you falling for him in no time, but you had underestimated him. You had thought he was acting overly cautious as always, but apparently not.

You saw him checking his phone for a new message. "I gotta go warm up now." He told you as he stood up, the playful glint in his eyes not being missed by you. "I trust you'll watch and cheer for me, right, Y/N-chan?" His smirk was self-satisfied, already knowing the answer, but you didn't want to give him the pleasure. "I'd rather cheer for the ace, actually, much cooler than a setter."

Another dramatic gasp came from the proud setter, making you laugh. "How dare you! Setters are much cooler than aces, I'll have you know. I'll prove it in this match, too." He leaned towards you, and although you already knew how long he was, having him towering over you like this sent goosebumps down your spine. "I'll prove it, just make sure you watch closely."

~~~

"So, was I right or was I right?" Your phone chimed with a new message, and you instantly knew who it was that sent the message. You opened Instagram, accepting the message request.

"I couldn't tell since I was watching the ace the whole time, didn't have the chance to see if you were cooler." You texted back, almost able to see the pout forming on his lips on the other side of the screen. It was a lie, too. The moment you saw his serve, you were unable to take your eyes off him. He looked like a different person on the court. It was almost scary, how focused he suddenly became the moment he grabbed the ball, how he was aware of everything that was happening around him, developing strategies half you didn't even understand and it was terrifyingly beautiful, you had to admit.

"Mean! And I had played exceptionally well just because you were watching :(" You giggled at the text, not noticing how your brother's eyes were narrowed and turned to you instead of the TikToks his girlfriend had sent him. "Who are you talking to?"

"Hm?" You flinched, so concentrated on your phone, you had forgotten your brother was there, too. "Oh, no one. My friend sent me a meme." You stared back at your brother, who was still watching you with narrowed eyes, waiting for you to crack, but you didn't. He nodded curtly, and though he could've pursued it further if not for his phone starting to buzz, the name of his girlfriend appearing on the screen.

"Gotta take this." He told you, standing up and making his way to his room. "Don't stay up late texting." He told you as a warning.

You wished you had taken your brother's advice the next morning when he came in to wake you up. You had texted Oikawa for hours into the night, only stopping when you fell asleep mid-conversation.

"Y/N, I need you to come to the sport center again, today." Hajime told you as you were brushing your teeth, and he was putting gel in his hair to make it look like his signature spiky style. "Again?" You rolled your eyes, earning a soft slap on your head from your brother.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, and don't roll your eyes at me."

"I'll do whatever I- Ow! Okay, okay, I'll be there!" You muttered angrily, but a part of you, the smallest part of you, wasn't as angry as you showed him to be.

~~~

You were there before him, this time. It had been almost 10 minutes since you had arrived, but Oikawa was nowhere to be seen (and you got ready especially neatly this time! What a shame). You sighed, opening your phone to text Hajime Oikawa wasn't here just as you felt a pair of warm hands closing your eyes from your back.

"Quick, tell me the coolest volleyball position!"

"Ace!" You answered and heard his exaggerated sigh. "No, Y/N-chan, I thought we clarified this yesterday!"

"I never admitted to it, though." You told him with a sly smile, causing his fake anger and annoyance to fall and a laugh to breakthrough. "Clever little Y/N-chan." He muttered, plopping down to the seat next to you.

"You look tired." You remarked, making him gasp. "And whose fault is that? You fell asleep! I waited an hour for you to write back, thinking you had something else to do." He frowned, making you chuckle.

"I take none of the blame, you talk too much." You teased.

"Only with people I like." He shot back, catching you off guard and making your eyes widen. "Ah, finally, I won this round!" He cheered. "You, on the other hand, look especially nice today, madame."

"Thank you, kind sir, I got a good night sleep, unlike you." You smiled cheekily, and he was about to answer before loud cheering filled the room and made you wince. You noticed how almost everyone was on their feet, watching the game closely.

"What's going on?" You asked the boy sitting next to you, now also watching the game with a Cheshire cat smirk.

"Karasuno's game started." He answered without taking his eyes off the game. "It was the freakish quick they used just then that caused the cheering."

"The freakish quick?" You repeated.

"Yeah, watch." He told you, sounding excited and annoyed at the same time. You turned your eyes to where he was pointing at, a short, ginger boy. Your brows furrowed, trying to understand just why-

"Oh, shit." You gaped when the boy flew over the court in mere seconds. The ball was on the other side of the net in almost less than a second, and it took you a moment to realize they had just made a spike.

"Oh shit, indeed," Oikawa answered, his smirk still on his lips, but his eyes weren't looking humored. "That little bastard, he had to be this fucking talented." He muttered, speaking almost to himself.

"You don't look worried, though." You smiled. "There is no reason for me to be worried." He smirked proudly in answer, although it had a slight waver to it. "I'm much better than him as a setter. What worries me is the team itself."

"Are they that good? You looked much better in the match yesterday."

"Ah, I knew you were watching me, Y/N-chan! I'm too pretty not to look at." He swiped a soft-looking lock of hair out of his face with a playful smile.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." You muttered, hiding your embarrassment from him by turning back to the game. "See him, the short boy in the back, he's the libero." Oikawa told you, getting slightly closer to explain, and you would've understood it if it wasn't for how close he was all of a sudden. "He's one of the best I've seen, actually."

"W-what makes him so special?" You asked, turning your eyes back to the game from his pretty face (as if he wasn't handsome enough, he also had a good side profile?!) "That." he answered, his eyes glinting with something you could say awe. You turned back to the boy who leaped to the ground after the ball, his hand sliding over the surface and sending the ball straight up. "His reflexes are unbeleivable, and he's fast and smart, like the rest of his team." He explained further, not aware of how focused he suddenly was, and it was clear he was passionate about the sport. You had never understood why your brother felt devastated after a lost game, or why he was cheering on the top of his lungs, sometimes pushing himself so hard in training that he passed out, coming home late almost every day because of his practice.

But seeing Oikawa watch the game, seeing him in the game, you felt like you could understand what it was. You could never grasp the feeling, but you could understand what it was. And it was infuriating, made you jealous, and you couldn't understand why, but it also amazed you, making you yearn for the strange feeling.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I must be boring you to death." He realized, bringing his hand to scratch the back of his neck in embarrassment, cheeks flushing slightly after talking for almost an hour about everything going in the game, explaining them all in detail.

"No, no its fine!" You answered, laughing at his flushed face. It was funny how he was a charming, devilish, smart, and manipulative guy at one second and a volleyball geek the other. "It helps me appreciate the game better." You shrugged, not aware of how his eyes glinted with your answer. "But don't you think I realized how you're overlooking everything the setter does. You didn't say anything about him."

"What, you're interested in him?" He pouted, causing you to laugh.

"I didn't say I was interested, I'm just telling you you're ignoring him!" You protested after your laugh, but he still had a frown. "Sounds like you're interested, to me."

"No! Okay, okay, keep ignoring him, then. But don't think I missed the jelaousy-" You couldn't finish your sentence because of a sudden hand closing on your lips. "Nope, we don't say that here." He whispered, and somehow, you were able to hear him despite the loud cheering, the crowd, and the loud thumps of your heart.

"What, saying you're jealous?" You spoke beneath his fingers, noticing how his smirk grew wider and cheeks flushing pinker.

"Yep, let's not repeat that and I'll take my hand off you." He waited a few seconds as you stood silent, removing his hand, still having a suspicious look in his eyes. "Good girl." He told you, causing your eyes to widen and shout a protest. "O-oikawa! What the fuck?!"

"What, I didn't mean anything?" He answered innocently, but there was still a smirk on his lips. "Well, okay, I'll tell you about him if you're so curious." He sighed.

"As I said before, he's my Kouhei." You nodded for him to go on. "He's... talented. Very talented. A genius, actually." He laughed uncomfortably. "He's not on my level yet, but his talent... it even makes up for it and I hate to see how despite all my days I spent training, he's still better than me easily."

"I- oh." You muttered, not expecting something like this, especially for him to admit someone else was better than him and will always be better than him.

"Tomorrow we're playing with them." He told you, and despite the forced smile, you could see how he clenched his teeth. "I can't- I won't lose to him."

"You won't." You agreed.

"I'll fight as hard as I can but we won't lose to them. I'll fight Shiratorizawa, I'll play against Ushiwaka and show him, prove him I did the right thing by choosing Seijoh and not his dumb school." He looked determined, eyes glinting with such determination that even though you had no idea what he was saying at that point, you wanted to agree and cheer him on.

"You will." You agreed once again, causing him to smile. "I'm sorry, I think I'm just a bit stressed."

You smiled, shrugging as if to say it's nothing. "No, no problem, I understand what you mean. It must be nerve-wracking."

"Well, it is."

"I'm horrible at advice, but uh, want me to show you what I do when I'm stressed? Like before exams and stuff. It might help." You smiled, extending your hand out to show him, not expecting him to do the same, and hold your hand like a handshake.

"You're right, that does help." He grinned, shaking your hand and making you burst into laughter. "That wasn't what I was going to do!"

"Oh, it wasn't? Still helped, though!" He told you innocently, teasing you even more. "C'mon, stick your hand out like this." You giggled.

"Now start drawing-" you told him, focusing on drawing shapes and letters in his hand. He was going to say a snarky remark at how that wasn't how it went, but Oikawa couldn't bring himself to stop you from doing whatever you were doing as he watched you focus on his hand, fingers running over his calloused ones, the tip of your tongue sticking out from the corner of your mouth without realizing, and every move of your finger sent goosebumps down his body.

Noticing you had lost yourself in thought, absent-mindedly going on drawing on his hand for a good few minutes, you raised your eyes to meet his brown ones. "Does that... help?"

"It- uh, it does. I'll need you to do this before the game tomorrow, too, though." He smirked playfully, his hand closing on yours just as he said it. "Well, I'm glad I could help." You shrugged, trying to hide how embarrassed you were. You could tell he already knew how you were feeling by the smile on his lips, but instead of teasing you about it, he turned to the game without letting your hand go, smiling even wider when you didn't pull it, either.

~~~

"You guys were great at the game today." You texted Oikawa that night, not sure whether he would answer, though your thoughts disappeared when he texted back instantly.

"It must be your doing." He wrote, sending a picture of him doing the peace sign right after.

"I don't think I can come early tomorrow, though. I won't be able to do it again. Are you ready for the game tomorrow?"

"Oh no, how could you? I can never overcome the stress now. Will you let me call you if I say I'm not ready?" He texted back, making you chuckle.

"Just this once."

Your phone started ringing right after, a 'yahoo' greeting you when you picked it up.

"Hi, Oikawa-kun."

"Are you free?" He asked, and you shrugged as if he was across you and not on the other side of the phone. "I was getting ready to bed."

"Thinking of me before bed, you must have a crush on me, Y/N-chan." He chuckled, somehow still able to tease you through the phone. "Hey, I-"

"No, actually, don't answer that." He stopped you. "I had something else in mind when I called you, but you cute voice is too distracting." He sighed.

"Oh." You answered, making him laugh, his laugh ringing in your ears.

"Yeah, well... I was wondering, I mean after the match tomorrow." He cleared his throat. "No, actually, will you cheer for me tomorrow?" He finally asked, and you could tell he was holding his breath.

"Cheer for you?" You repeated.

"Yeah, only- only for me." He spoke, this time merely a whisper. "I mean, of course you cheer for me, everyone does because I'm that-"

"Yes, Oikawa." You laughed and cut his self appreciating ramble off. "I'll cheer for you, and only you."

"Y-you will? Well then, maybe you'll accept my offer to perhaps grab a coffee or something after the game? To make up for not being there with me tomorrow?" You were trying to stifle a laugh at how unsmooth he was despite his reputation when he spoke again. "Am I- am I pushing it? I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"No, you're not making me uncomfortable!" You protested quickly, already aware of how dramatic he could get. "I'm just, well, surprised. But yes, I'd like to grab a coffee with you. Anywhere but those god awful stands, actually." You chuckled, hearing the relieved breathe coming from his side of the line.

"Well, if that's settled," he spoke, and you could hear the smile in his voice. "Tell me, Y/N-chan, what's your favorite color?"

Wow, you thought, he really sucked at flirting.

~~~

"I'm here." You texted both your brother and Oikawa. It was merely minutes away from the start of the game, all because of a dumb chemistry quiz you had at school. You finally found a free seat when you noticed they were done warming up and were getting ready.

"Good, we're about to start the game. I'll probably meet my gf after the game, so don't start crying if you don't see me." Was the first text you got, rolling your eyes at how much of an idiot your brother was. "Yeah, whatever, not like I'm here to see you." You texted back, noticing how his head perked up when he read the text, eyes scanning the seats to find you as he texted a "WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN?!"

"Wish me luck, Y/N-chan, just remember your promise to cheer for me ;p" Oikawa texted back, also raising his head to search you in the crowd, but he was successful at finding you, eyes locking for a second, of course, he sent a playful wink at you.

The game started after that, and you could swear you were losing years of your life with each given and taken points. You had screamed at the top of your lungs at one point, so worked up, you sometimes forgot what was happening.

"Oikawa, good serve!" You screamed (he had told you to say that when he was serving the day before, and you could see it immediately brought a smile on his lips).

The third set was the worst, you thought. No one ever got to widen the point gap, always one of them at match point, points being given and being taken, and you were sure you were going to lose your mind if they-

You watched as Oikawa ran to receive a ball, running so fast that he was unable to stop himself from crashing into the table, falling on his bad knee that you could only imagine how much it hurt, but not before pointing at Hajime, your brother, the ace. He set an incredible ball for him, incredible even for someone like you who didn't know anything other than the basics about volleyball.

You could feel tears swelling in your eyes as he tumbled into the table, pulling himself back up almost immediately and limping back towards the court.

He was... he was determined to win.

But he couldn't.

You watched as Oikawa tried to receive the ball flying towards him and failed. You couldn't watch when he realized he failed. He lost. But he was still there to make his teammates gather for the lineup, patting them on the back to cheer them up, thanking the crowd, but his face was down, helping his teammates collect themselves back, your brother too when he was also devastated inside.

Still, Oikawa managed to hold it all in, unlike your brother and most of the team that was crying. You couldn't hide your disappointment in, either, eyes already wet with tears because you thought they were going to win, and they thought they were going to win too, and seeing Oikawa like this, it hurt. You watched them as they left the court, your eyes following the brunette who had separated himself from the rest of the team, going somewhere else with a quick pace.

You rose to your feet without even realizing it, running after him without thinking what to say or to do, but you just wanted to be there, and you were so focused on finding him that you hadn't realized Hajime following his friend or rather, you, either.

You were about to enter the room Oikawa had entered a minute before you when someone held you by the arm and pulled you back. "Y/N, don't." Your brother warned you, and maybe you should've listened since they were friends for years. "It's not- you shouldn't go in, not right now. Give him time."

He sighed when you freed your arm from his grip. "He wouldn't want you to-" the door shut in his face, and he only got a glimpse of his best friend's tear-stricken face, "-see him like that." Iwaizumi finished his sentence as a whisper to himself.

You thought this might've been a bad idea the moment you entered the room. "O-oikawa?"

"What are you doing here?" You heard him say, the room dim-litted, making it near impossible to see his expression, but something in you told you, you didn't want to. "I'm- well, I'm here to see if you're okay-"

"Get out." You heard him say, merely a whisper but still there. "I don't want you to see me like this, stop looking at me! I don't want to see the same pity I see at everyone else's face, pitying me for losing to my own Kouhei and-" His voice getting higher and higher with each word, he was almost screaming the last few words. So you hugged him, you didn't know what led you to do so, was it instinct to relieve his tension? You didn't know, but it still worked, you noticed.

His stiff muscles started to relax with the sudden contact, and though he stood as still as a stone, not hugging you back, you didn't feel rejected. "Shh, I know." You whispered, breathe brushing over his skin and sending goosebumps down his spine.

"We lost." He whispered, a sob finding its way out of his lips. His arms came up, hugging and pulling you to himself, almost as if he tried to swallow you whole, burying his face to your hair. He was big, much bigger than you, for sure, so the sobs that shook him shook you, too, but you didn't mind.

"We lost." He sobbed again, and again, and again and again. It took him a while to let it all out, but he felt better when he did. His arms were still around you when his cries had died, your scent affecting him to relax.

"Thank you." You heard him whisper as he pulled back, not looking in your eyes once. "Of- of course." You shrugged, feeling somewhat awkward as he wiped his face with a tissue.

"Well," he spoke, looking in your eyes for the first time for what felt like hours, "that's me. The Oikawa Tooru. Now you know me better than almost anyone else." He shrugged, trying to sound and look indifferent but failing miserably. His voice and his hands shaking, eyes looking at you with almost fear.

"Are you going to leave now?"

"Leave?" You repeated.

He shrugged. "Now that you've seen I'm not the clever captain or the charming playboy, but a- an insecure, jealous man, who is now also a failure, are you going to leave?"

"Oikawa," you whispered, noticing he was more insecure than he let on. "Just because you are more than what you look like, it doesn't cancel the others. You're still the smart, cunning, and amazing captain, the charming flirt who made me fall for him in mere days, and the man who lost a match with a point. A man, striving to be better than everyone else, with goals and a purpose in life. I don't think I could leave you for having a purpose in life." You chuckled.

"Well, that of course if you-" Before you got to finish, you felt pressure on your lips, stopping you from talking. It was his soft lips, this time, making you silent. It was a soft kiss, his hand cupping your cheek and pulling your face towards his, his lips were almost brushing yours, but it still felt heavenly.

"I think we should go before your brother marches in and kills us both." He whispered to your lips with a sly smile. "Yeah, I think you're- wait, you knew he was my brother?!" You exclaimed, making him chuckle.

"Of course I did, who do you take me for? I am the clever captain of Seijoh, I knew it the moment you told me you were like a sister to him."

"Well, the clever captain of Seijoh, use your brain to find us another way out but the door, since I'm pretty sure Haji is guarding it."

"Ah, I have the perfect idea." He snickered, picking up his phone, and entering the name of Hajime's girlfriend.

"Tooru, where are you, are you okay, do you-"

"Hey, hey, I'm alright, I just need a favor." Oikawa whispered into the phone. "I'm stuck inside a room, and the door is being guarded by Iwa-chan whose waiting to kill me, so please get him out of here?"

"Tooru, are you with a girl?" You heard the voice screaming on the other end of the line, making you both wince. "Please just help me just this once?"

You heard her sigh. "Okay, okay, hang in there." She closed the phone, and it took only two seconds for your brother's phone to ring.

You were in awe when Hajime suddenly screamed, "What?! Whose checking you out? I'm fucking coming baby, don't move anywhere." sprinting down the hall.

"You're a magician."

"I'm amazing." He muttered right before leaning in for yet another kiss, smiling against your soft lips.

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #oikawa x reader #oikawa imagine #oikawa scenarios #oikawa tooru x reader #hq oikawa #haikyuu oikawa #oikawa fluff #hq x reader #hq imagines #hq x you #haikyuu!!

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loremaster4aot · 3 years

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TEACH ME HOW TO DO IT

reader x floch

y/n is doing her math HW, but she's failing miserably, so her bf, who's also her classmate, comes to help her

you've been rereading the same paragraph again and again, but you didnt understand anything. it didnt make the slightest sense for you.

you were calculating quadratic formula from every way possible, but the result was always bad. the result sheet at the last page of the book showed only the right answers and not the process of numeration. tomorrow is an important test and you dont know how to calculate the simplest paradigms. the stress was hard to bear, you wanted to be calm, but your nervousness was stronger.

a deep breath filled your chest and told yourself to not give up and start from the begging. that didn't help. you pressed the pencil in your hand as you broke the graphite and made gray smudge on the paper. tears began to roll down your cheeks and you crumpled another paper with foiled calculation into trash bin. this was pure misery.

you checked your mobile to escape from math hell just for couple of minutes. a text appeared in your notifications. it's your boyfriend

,,y/n look at this, it reminded me of you" floch sent you some youtube link, but you didn't open it.

,,babe, what are you doing?" you completely ignored the video he sent

,,just bored in my room. and thinking about what you might be doing. you mind telling me? i wanna know."

,,well..im feeling really bad"

,,im coming over right now"

he wasn't even here and you already saw him as your hero. he's incredibly smart at math and he acts cocky around his classmates for it too. floch always enjoys his math lessons, especially when he can solve a formula in front of you and the whole class.

you were proud of him. everyone struggled while he solved it in the blink of an eye. they cursed him and complained about his quick calculating, but screw them. peasants were just jealous.

finally you heard a knock on the door. you rushed to open them. floch stood in front of you and as he saw you crying, pain filled his eyes. it broke him to see you like this. usually, he's the one to make you cry, but seeing that someone or something else did this to you, makes him mad.

he didnt want to catch the attention of another students in the hallway so he quickly stepped into the room and closed the door.

,,y/n, what's wrong?" he began wiping the tears from your cheeks with his fingers.

you were a sobbing mess, so you didnt said anything, just hugged him tightly as you heard his heart beating in a steady rhythm.

,,calm down, im here with you, just tell me already. please, i dont want you to be sad over someone else." floch said

,,its... the math.."

,,again"? he isnt suprised

,,okay, sit behind the table" floch ordered

you felt warmth in your chest as he said it. that line made him look very authoritative. in the matter of fact, he could even be a math teacher. but if you'd be his student, he surely wouldnt go easy on you.

floch was standing at your right side, his hand writing some numbers. his grip around the pencil was strong as he moved and wrote some formulas on the paper. he was explaining them, but you couldn't concentrate at what at the moment. hands caught your attention instead. they were manly, big and...

,,so how would you solve this?" he asked and looked at your surprised expression

,,were you even listening, y/n?" floch continued

,,floch, please can you explain it to me one more time? i didnt catch every detail. pretty please" you tried to hide staring at him under a lie

,,you're so lucky that im deciding to go soft on you. i dont want to see you crying again. for today" he started explaining everything from the start. this time, you actually paid attention to the content he was saying and it became clearer for you.

your math teacher always made every topic hard to understand. with floch, you understood everything so easily. why? was it because you gave his words more attention, or perhaps, bigger value?

,,floch, what would i do without you?"

,,probably fail your test" smirk appeared on his face

you giggled. he was actually telling the truth so there was no point in opposing him. in fact, its never a good idea to oppose your precious boyfriend in anything.

,,after you pass your exam, i might give you some reward" his words motivated you to do your best. you want to look the best in your boyfriends eyes.

,,now finish this" he gave you a paper with harder problems to solve

after about ten minutes you handled it to him with result you got. stress filled your body. he started examining it and it felt like he was staring at it for an hour. in reality, it mightve been 15 seconds.

,,correct" as he said this, you hugged him

,,floch, thank you, you're my hero" you squeezed him tighter

,,i will always be"

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my first time writing something like this. please take this in consideration.

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lowkeyorloki · 2 years

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BC ANON BECAUSE OH OKAY IM SPRINTING TO THE BOARD RN TO UPDATE MY THEORIES IM GETTING OUT THE RED STRING BC I THINK IVE FOUND A CONNECTION Okay listen listen listen if one of my theories was correct I’m gonna guess the correct one was the one about Loki being a father BECAUSE BECAUSE BECAUSE Loki was caught off guard by something thor said but thor is clearly happy about it and the snippet before that was about Loki wanting kids w y/n. fatherhood comes up a lot in this chapter I think and also in asis in general SO ANYWAY I THINK JANES PREGNANT AND THOR TOLD LOKI THAT that’s why they were talking about Loki being a good father and also that’s why Loki has been thinking even more about how he wanted kids with y/n and agonizing over the fact that she doesn’t want them with him. Anyway who sent in the ask about Jane possibly being pregnant when we were still debating y/n being pregnant was it cass??? I think it was cass but I could be wrong so wherever the person that sent in that ask is YEAH YOU WERE RIGHT JANE IS PREGNANT 12/10 THEORY anyway yeah I’m not getting any work done today it’s all asis in my head there’s no space for anything else. Anyway these theories better be correct bc otherwise im gonna look insane (I already look insane but it’ll be worse if I was just speculating wildly and was way off)

I'M IGNORING MY PHILOSOPHY HW TO ANSWER THIS YES I AM LET'S GO

Okay so first I have to point out that the two excerpts I posted in Cass' asks aren't actually close at all - the one about y/n being pregnant is towards the beginning of the chapter and the part about Thor is near the end. BUT no worries because I don't think it impacts your theories at the end of the day so all is good!!

You're 100% right that fatherhood is one of the main focuses of the Loki chapter. As for who sent in the first ask abt Jane being pregnant I can't remember who that was either - but a lot of people on ao3 think Jane is because she turned down a glass of wine a couple chapters back (and by a couple I mean around ten lol). She said she wasn't feeling well and on top of that, the road to Loki's is established to be twisty and turny because he lives deep in the woods. However I think people quickly forgot about the 'Jane is pregnant' theory because soon after that the story started ramping up with y/n having to go get Narvi. Then people started theorizing about WandaNat and THEN people started to try to figure out what happened with Loki and Clint and so poor Jane and any thoughts + guesses + attention for her kinda got buried.

Jane actually plays a massive role in the Loki chapter. The word count is around 6.5k and she takes up at least 2k (if not 3k) of those words. I'm not sure how that contributes to your theory, but... yeah! There's a lil tidbit for the board hehehe.

I have to say I think the question of if Jane is pregnant or not is a lot more exciting than if y/n was! This is just a fun theory. It's a big deal if it turns out to be true but it isn't... intense in the way all the other guesses/theories about asis have been so far (like, it's cool if Jane is pregnant and it's cool if she turned down the wine because she really did just feel sick that night. It doesn't dramatically change the story and neither outcome is negative in the slightest).

Ofc I have to pick ur brain BC anon... how do you think it would make Loki feel to see someone he's close to be pregnant so soon after the whole y/n debacle?

Finally I feel like (and maybe this is me being self centered?) there are a few ~author~ things to consider: First, would I put ANOTHER pregnancy fakeout in asis? Secondly, would I make Jane pregnant right after y/n's scare? Or did I just make Jane refuse wine to call more attention to y/n forcing herself to drink that same wine so she could feel like she fit in with the ~real adults~ (for the comedic effect ofc) (that I bet nobody thought was funny) (but also it was to emphasize y/n's youth around Thor/Loki/Jane) and didn't realize it made Jane seem like she could be pregnant?

Much to consider 🤔

#ANYWAY ur move BC anon hehe #i'm very excited for the jane aspect of the loki chapter you have no idea #she's getting what she deserves. attention #there's also a *very* brief interaction btwn her and thor that i just think is so cute #shows how in sync they are #UGH i just think they're underrated #but it's my own damn fault for not giving them much screen (page?) time #ask #asis #asis spoilers #BC anon #tumblr friends #the loki chapter

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do you have any tips for getting Estinien's speech pattern at least somewhat correct. I feel I do such an injustice to him when i write him.

Ah that struggle. I feel you, friend.

First, please don’t be so hard on yourself or try to aspire to some standard to write to! Of course trying to get as close to a character as possible in terms of personality and speech and all that is fun, but you know what’s not fun? Stressing out over something that’s supposed to be a hobby!

But, onto the actual meat of this ask. Know that I 100% am right there with you in this struggle since to me, a lot of the characters in this game sound way too samey same. They’re mostly written by the same man, and I suppose Koji really hampered himself by choosing to use that old timey time style of speech. Perhaps that’s why he’s been really easing up on it these days as I’ve noticed the characters in SHB (Urianger especially) have become more ‘modern’ so to speak in their dialogue. Estinien included, which means choosing to write Estinien’s style of speech to be more modern and casual is more in line with how he talks in SHB and EW, so you wouldn’t be wrong there if you eschew the archaic style that was present in ARR/HW!

Second, I watched all of Estinien’s cutscenes including his unvoiced stuff a lot. I mean a looooot. I even have a separate channel with links and pics and scripts of his dialogue in my private discord to read through when I feel like I’m losing his voice.

Third, a misconception that I find a lot of people seem to fall under since people do be making shit up with this character all the time, is that Estinien is very, very smart. He won’t be speaking in the flowery sort of language that most high born or very educated characters like Aymeric or Alphinaud might, but he’ll use words only someone who is well read or has a very wide vocabulary would use (honestly there was actually one time I had to look up a word he used since it was the first time I’d ever seen it).

Another misconception about Estinien is that he doesn’t talk at all, which is false. When he’s with strangers or people he doesn’t trust, he’ll give very gruff and clipped answers due to the fact that he wants out of the conversation immediately. BUT when he’s feeling very comfortable or at ease? This man can launch into paragraphs of speech. Remember when he went on this tangent about the Dreaming Dragon with Alphinaud? Remember when he went on and on and on about the history of Ishgard after killing Nidhogg and was basically a character from a Shakespeare play for a moment except instead of Yorick’s skull, he’s holding dragon eyes?

Some other quick and easy tips? He’s very teasing and sarcastic, very prone to shooting off witty one liners first and then following it up with some sort of elaboration if he’s in the mood. And while he’s the sort of man who might launch into long tangents, he also doesn’t like to waste words, so his dialogue is quite often direct and bereft of what I’d call fluff words (idk, i’m no linguist so i don’t have the right terminology at hand). Read over your sentence, if you feel it could work if you chop out a word or two? Then bam, that’s the sentence Estinien would use, 100%.

Really hoping this long post helps in some way! Let me know if you need anything else! I always love doing character studies over Estinien.

#🐉┇OOC #🐉┇META #this got away from me #but man if you give me the opportunity to ramble on about estinien then i will #I WILL

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capsoff2 · 5 years

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An Evening With The Bats(Wouldn’t Protest If Someone Filmed This And Sent It To Me On Here)

It’s a typical night at Wayne Manor, full of family arguments, family love, and avoiding the katanas held by a 10 year old boy.

JASON: (walks into the living room) Demon spawn, have you seen my, woah!

(he has to duck to avoid the pillow being chucked at his head)

DAMIAN: (shutting the TV off) Leave at once, Todd. No I have not seen any of your weapons.

JASON:(walking out of the room) Fine, guess I’ll check the other 50 assorted rooms of this place. (sticks his head back in) Wait, were you watching My Little Pony?

DAMIAN: N-no!

JASON: (gleefully) Demon watchs MLP, Demon watches MLP!

DAMIAN:(getting up and grabbing his katanas) I’ll teach you not to mock me Todd!

JASON: Oh hell naw..

(Jason runs out of the room faster than the nope train, followed by Damian screaming curses at him)

TIM: (sticking his head out of his bedroom door) Hey what’s going on...nope

(Tim slams his door shut, already preparing an escape route)

Now, Jason, like all the other Bat Family members, has very high endurance and stamina, but he is running out of steam

JASON: Gotta find a, gotta find a(sees his AK-47) gun, yes!

(Jason grabs the gun, and loading a clip into it. He cocks it and turns to face Damian, pointing the gun at him. Damian stops)

JASON: What’s the matter hellspawn, afraid of a gun?

DAMIAN: No, it’s just that my father is standing right behind you.

(Jason turns slowly, making a “meep” sound when he sees Bruce)

JASON: Oh.. hey, B-man….

BRUCE: (rubbing his temples) Jason, what have I told you about trying to murder Damian…

JASON: But I didn’t! BRUCE: And you wouldn’t have if I hadn’t been here?

JASON: No...well..ok fine, but he started it! DAMIAN: t-t, you sound like a whiny little child Todd, (mockingly) he started it Daddy, he started it, wa, wa, wah.

JASON:(ticked off) Why you little…umph!

(He is cut off as Nightwing drops down from above and lands on him)

RICHARD: Jason, what have I told you, Damian swears enough as it is, please don’t encourage him.

(He waits for an answer, before remembering that he is on top of Jason, and gets off)

RICHARD: Oh, sorry little wing.

JASON: How many times have I told you, don’t call me that?!

RICHARD:(counting off fingers) I’d say it's going on 100 now, but I just pretend not to notice.

TIM:(coming down the hallway) You guys seriously have got to stop fighting...one day you’re gonna cause some serious damage….to the house.

JASON: You’re more worried about the house than either of us?!

TIM: (shrugging) Property damage is a big pain, lots of paperwork, and usually you guys argue with Bruce when he grounds you..

JASON: I’m a grown adult! He can’t ground me!

DAMIAN:(smirking)Yet, you allow him to.

JASON: I….(realizing he can’t deny it, he stops)Ugh..whatever

ALFRED:(calmly walks down the hall, dusting a vase) Masters, dinner is awaiting you.

BRUCE:Yes, thank you, Alfred, we will be there in a moment.

ALFRED: And?

(the look he gives Bruce makes the younger man sigh, before handing over $20)

ALFRED: Thank you, Master Bruce(he walks briskly back down the hallway)

DAMIAN: Father, you and Pennyworth were betting on us?

BRUCE: Yes, and sadly, I lost. Now boys, we are not leaving this hallway until you both apologize to each other.

(Both boys begin to protest, but one quick bat glare stops them)

JASON: Fine...Demon...Damian, I am sorry for possibly trying to murder you if your father wasn’t there.

DAMIAN:Todd....Jason, I am sorry for attempting to murder you.

Bruce: There, now was that so hard?

(Both of them turn and give him a look)

Bruce: (sighs)I’m pushing my luck...well then I suggest we get dinner while its warm

(With that, the family walks down the hallway together towards the dining room, all conflict temporarily forgotten. Until of course, dinner is served)

Act II

Bruce barely stopped a fight between the most aggressive members of his family, but hw will he fare during….dinner?! A temporarily quiet dining room is entered by our five Waynes, as Alfred is placing down the food on an elegant, candlelit dining table

ALFRED: (setting down the food) Here you are, Masters Bruce, Grayson, Todd, Drake, and Wayne

BRUCE: Thank you, Alfred, this looks amazing(under his breath)Let’s see how long it lasts.

ALFRED: $20 it lasts an hour? Or do you think you can control them for longer?

BRUCE: I bet $50 on 2 hours!

ALFRED: Deal.

(The two shake hands and Alfred turns and leaves)

As the food is passed out, Bruce begins to reconsider his bet

BRUCE: Dang it Bruce what were you thinking? Two hours? More like two minutes. Alright, calm down Bruce, you can do this. Ok, here we go…

BRUCE: So...Damian…..how was school?

DAMIAN: It was the same as always, Father. Some dumb adults believing themselves to be the Albert Einstein's of our generation trying to cram useless knowledge into our minds. I had to correct several of them, even my honors English teacher who somehow confused Mark Twain with Shakespeare. I do not understand HOW, they pick the teachers but I’ll have a word with them about it, so help me….

BRUCE: Alright then….Note to self, talk with the Board of Education about replacing the 10th grade English Honors teacher...Honestly, Shakespeare with Twain? How, just how?

JASON: (who happens to enjoy Shakespeare, nearly chokes on his water) Shakespeare with Twain, why I outta….

Nightwing claps a hand over his mouth, muffling Jason’s obvious swear words

NIGHTWING: (pulling his hand off quickly) Did you just lick my hand?

JASON: I had to, I was dying with it there.

DAMIAN: Quick, Grayson, do it again! BRUCE: Damian…

JASON: Oh you wanna go, hellspawn(standing up, reaching for his gun)

BRUCE: (standing up, slapping the table) Everyone sit down!

Jason promptly ignores him, pulling out his gun and aiming it at Damian, who pulls out his katanas

DAMIAN: Bring it on, zombie boy.

JASON: Why you…

He shoots the gun twice at Damian, who promptly blocks both shots. Then, the fight truly develops, with the two of them running at each other, with Tim running to the kitchen for some popcorn, and Bruce putting his head in his hands, while Nightwing is ready to intervene if things get too ugly(ie. Someone loses a limb)

After a bit of fighting, Damian manages to get the gun away from Jason, and stabs his katanas non lethally through his arms, pinning him to the ground.

DAMIAN:(as Jason is on the floor in obvious pain) I don’t know why Father even bothered taking you back. If it were me, I would’ve shot you then and there and buried you in an unmarked grave.

BRUCE: Damian….

DAMIAN: (continuing) You couldn’t even stop yourself from getting blown up, could you! No, it was your own fault anyway. You’re a weak, good for nothing waste of space, and I wish you had never been born. You’re a freak, a worthless creature that even hell doesn’t want. You, Jason Peter Todd, are nothing. You always have been, and you always will be!

With that he walks away from Jason, leaving him pinned to the ground.

BRUCE: (roars, furious)Damian!!

Damian turns, and his eyes widen for a second when he sees how livid his father looks.

BRUCE: Never, in my however many years I’ve lived with you, have I….

But he cuts himself off as his head snaps to look at Jason, who’s breathing heavily. Nightwing is kneeling by him, along with Tim

NIGHTWING: Damian, you better have not hit anything important or so help me...

DAMIAN: Relax Grayson, I made sure to avoid any life threatening wounds. What’s wrong with him?

NIGHTWING: His eyes are wide, and they’re darting around. He looks….afraid….

He trails off as he realizes what is going on at the same time that Bruce does, and the two exchange glances, before the elder man walks briskly over and kneels next to Tim

DAMIAN: What’s going on?

BRUCE: Panic attack (to Jason) Jason, can you hear me? Ja…

But he’s cut off as Jason screams, thrashing around, trying desperately to get free

JASON: No… please….please stop! It hurts, it hurts so much! (softer) I….I don’t wanna die….(loud again) Bruce, Bruce where are you? Bruce! Please! Make him stop! I can’t take it anymore!

He goes back to just screaming, but with noticeable tears in his eyes now

BRUCE: Damian, the med kit in the cave, bring it here. Now!

Damian, understanding that this is not a good time to argue, runs out to get it

BRUCE: Alright….now we have to wait

Bruce holds Jason still, and Nightwing and Tim gently, slowly pull out the katanas from Jason’s arms. Jason whimpers in pain and fear, and Bruce holds his head in his lap, stroking his hair out of his face

BRUCE: (to himself) It’s going to be alright Jason. I’m here. I will never leave you again. You are my son. I failed you once, I won’t do it again.

DAMIAN: (running back in with the kit) Here it is.

Bruce takes it and injects Jason, who is screaming less now but still thrashing, with a syringe full of sedatives. Jason flails for a few more minutes before going limp, unconscious.

DAMIAN: Will Todd be...alright?

BRUCE: He should be….Damian….

DAMIAN: I have one question: Did I trigger this?

BRUCE: It’s possible that your actions led up to it. We still don’t know the full extent of the torture that Jason went through, so we can’t be sure. It would be best if you leave now, Damian, we’ll talk more soon.

DAMIAN: I….yes, Father.

He turns and leaves, as Nightwing and Tim gently clean and bandage Jason’s katana wounds, before carrying him out the other door to bring him to his room.

Bruce sighs, and he too leaves the room, to head to his study.

DAMIAN:(In his room) Did I go too far? I mean, he tried to kill me, and it’s not like I haven’t insulted him before, but did I go too far? Did I trigger a memory, or possibly memories? I didn’t...I didn’t want for….mean for this to happen. My actions were possibly too harsh, and how could I call him that after all I went through with all different people saying things like that, even a few of the ones I said, to me? This made me no better than them. If I argue that I had a reason, well then so can they, and I don’t want that. Ugh.. I need to sleep on this.

With that, the youngest Wayne gets ready for bed and climbs in, waiting for sleep to overtake him.

#batfam hellspawn damian batman dc jason tim dick alfredisboss dinner poorbruce

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strawberryspeachy · 4 years

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K. I know alt stands for ASSITANT language teacher

But 2 things. 1) assitants fucking DO THINGS

2) the way they sell this job is like youre a teacher.

Constantly in this job i am treated like a clown.

And im gonna tag this and im probably gonna receive the same comments i get irl from rose tinted glassed ‘japanese people can do no wrong’ people

Thus far ive worked in 4 junior highs and 3 elementarys

Most of the teachers no matter where they are just seem so incompetent

Its no big deal that the teachers arent fluent in english - isnt that literally why alts are here??? So why don’t they ever take advice?!???

Im so fucking sick of being told how to speak my fucking language.

And not the ‘speak slower’ ‘speak simpler’ thats fine and ill accept criticism on my ability to communicate to people learning english as a second language. Not that.

Grammar, pronunciation, sentence structure - and what sounds natural

I hate the videos that are made for classrooms. And the fucking books

“A native speaker wrote it” - k no. Having worked here i know exactly how that went down. A japanese person wrote it, then went to either a business kiss ass ‘japan can do no wrong’ person. Or. Bullied someone into saying it was good by doing that annoying ass thing japanese people do

Where they ask the question over and over with “ok?” At the end. Cause they dont want an answer - they just wanna be told that theyre right or to do whatever they want. And they do not plan on receiving any answer besides “youre correct”

Its awkward cause ive literally been annoyed at my friend in the past for complaining about having a job where she does nothing and gets paid. Now i feel bad because i HATE going to work to sit and do nothing. But honestly - it has more to do with the fact that of all of my schools - only 1 has given me a nice place to sit.

Not a table that they store junk on and pretend to be surprised by me everytime im there like “oops sorry theres all this stuff (but like youre not a real person and we hate that youre here so just be happy we tolerate your existance and tell is your happy to have giant things all over your desk literally sticking in your face)”

Not the extra desk behind the printer that blows dust in my face as it goes off every 20 seconds

Not the desk under the aircon blowing on me/ in the corner next to the coldest window/door

Not a literal broken chair

Not a desk in the path of the class files where teachers have to constantly get to the spot directly behind me

And i was also that person thatd say ‘well if you dont like it - quit - theres plenty of people who WANT that job’

But like it fucking sucks. Cause i have experienced REALLY good teachers who actually team teach with you. I have had one school where i worked full time and got to see my students more than once a month - hence being able to actually get to know them and want them get better. I have been at a school with wonderful staff who welcome me into the school like im an actual person - not like ‘oh is today already the day we let the rat in the school to make the children smile again. Ugh.’

It fucking sucks. I linger on the hope of being able to work at a good school with good teachers full time

I cant find a better job because im a ‘beginner’ and corona

And im stuck getting treated like shit

I AM NOT a kiss ass. Never have been. It kills me to have to work with people who dont want me around

Most of the teachers i work with ARE NEVER PREPARED like wtf why??? Why dont you EVER plan ahead??? When im not prepared its because i have to wait to get instruction from you - you get to chose what you do

And they do basically nothing (not all like ive said ive worked with good teachers)

But most just

Read the book OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN. The students memorize the book passages - they have no clue about the context and if you ask them the same exact question but with a different subject like “do you have any shoes” instead of “do you have any bags” theyre lost. The teacher can get them to answer by saying the exact phrase from the book - but they dont know what theyre saying or how theyre actually answering. They just have it memorized

Then some teachers will have “conversation practice” where they take those exact sentences out if the book - put them together to form an awkward ‘conversation’ and then the students just read it.

Ooohhh look at them. Having a conversation!

Play fucking bingo.... why? They dont even make the students repeat the words for pronunciation practice - why the fuck do you play bingo everyday

Sing songs. UGHHHHH yea that could be fun if these 60 year old teachers would stop forcing shit from the 1940s on the teenage students. I cant decide if music too old for 30 year olds is worse or teachers who take japanese songs that have been translated into english is - lol you fucking hate english so much you cant find ONE english song to sing??? WHY are you teaching english?! - god forbid you let the students choose

Teachers who just give the students the day date and weather....??????????? Cool. Youve managed to ensure they cant come up with the simplest of fucking English questions on their own. Do you carry around those cards to look like you do a lot at your job when you dont? Oh yea probably

Because being in a school watching teachers is the way i learned that japan values looking busy over being productive. If you look stressed and busy all day - you are better than a person who got shit done but looked relaxed.

Why do you use the recordings when i am in the class?????????????????????????????????? THATS LITERALLY THE ONLY REASON YOU APPARENTLY HAVE ME THERE

K and like i said. I have worked with good teachers. In their classes the students are better at english (hur hur funny how that works) those teachers encourage the students to talk with me. Those teachers let the students try to come up with answers and questions on their own. Those students try and ask the teacher when they dont know how to say something to help with translation.

The shit teachers on the other hand - will jump in and stop a student who looks excited to try and trying to figure out how to say something. What does this teach them? Dont try. Just stay silent - the japanese teacher will just talk in japanese again soon - no need to try.

Jumping off that. Students who are good at english or go to juku - will dumb themselves down in classes with shitty teachers. Theyve learned its not good to know more or even nearly as much english as the teacher - pretend you dont understand. Pretends you don’t know how to say things - itll make my stupid teacher feel good. So. If i try to talk or do anything in those classes, even the students who understand will stop trying.

Speaking of just going back to japanese. WHY IS MOST OF ENGLISH CLASS IN JAPNESE???? Most of the teahers will jump at ANY chance to switch back over into japanese. English is just sprinkled into the class. Then they pretend to wonder why the students dont try and why theyre bad at english

And things ive been told in the last year

Dont ever be upset about anything ever

Lol yea just that for one

K but dont ever be upset about teachers doing ANYTHING because theyre just so GOSH DARN BUSYYYYYYYYY

Lol like intially i thought that was why ASSISTANT was in my title. I THOUGHT we were supposed to make them less busy by helping out with planning and grading and blah blah

Nope cause

‘Oh offer to help them! BUT dont be upset when they decline because theyd have to explain to you ANYTHING and.....’

So. Im a child?! I cant be trusted to do anything without proper instruction

Well yea exactly cause

“Oh! Hes probably your babysister haha! Japanese people are so nice! They usually have one teacher look out for you and help you with stuff - besides the head teacher- lol theyre kinda like your babysitter!<3”

K. So like. I need a bachelors degree for this job. Let me say again I NEEDED A COLLEGE DEGREE FOR THIS JOB. i had to move ACCROSS THE WORLD by myself. I have to ge able to fill out federal documents and find a house and pay my bills and follow foregn laws and figure out my way in a foregn country - but i need a BABYSITTER at work?!?!?!?? If im a minute late ill be docked an hours pay. If i do ANYTHING that slightly upsets ANYONE and japanese ppl are offended by EVERYTHING - i am liable for all reprucussions. But. I need a BABYSITTER.

Cant be trusted to be in a class alone (dont be offended its because your not a certified teacher) that would make sense except that YALL THROW ALTS IN WITH THE SPECIAL NEEDS STUDENTS ALL THE TIME - thats supposed to be an EXTRA certification on top of teaching. but Im too fucking stupid and untrustable to do anything with regular students alone, but because you dont like dealing with spefial needs - i can teach them alone.

You dont actually read their hw or check for correctness and most of their tests are just for fun it seems - but i cant be trusted to grade those either

You do the exact same lesson everyday and i only see each class once a month - but dont let me create any activity or lesson for them. Also dont tell me your plans until class is starting and then change it throughout the class and act surprised when idk what the fuck youre doing because you changed your mind while talking at them in japanese

Speaking of changing. I hate teachers who constantly change how they do shit. And again. Get annoyed at me when i cant follow their flow. Do i say hello first or do you? Are we even saying hello today? Am i asking how they are or are you? Are we letting them answer? Are we answering? Whose asking the day date and weather? Are we asking them for the day date and weather?? Whose saying goodbye? Are we saying goodbye? Which bingo version have you chosen today? Are they repeating the words? Yes? No? Am i saying each one twice? Do i have to spell out the fucking word today? Fast? Slow? What hell are you putting me through today

And when they ask me to take charge of an activity. But then change their mind. But then no no you go ahead please take charge. K no just kidding ill tell you and them what to do. Actually no you can keep going please be in control. K no too much english i wanna hear more japanese ill be in control - hey everyone thank the alt for doing that activity with you (me and the students look at each other visibly confused)

These teachers will ask me a question and no matter how i answer its wrong. I always answer shortly initially because... of course. But theyll tell me to GO ON!!! theyll keep doing that. So ill start answering questions with substance - then theyll cut me off - so i go back to answering shortly but NO! CONTINUE!!! im constantly caught confused exactly what they want me to say and now i barely ever tell stories to the students. I stare at the jte the whole time trying to guage by their face if i should keep talking or make it short. Its also awkward cause sometimes they jump in to translate and other times they want me to just keep talking in english with no translation. Regardless whatever way i choose is never correct and they always look at me like im an idiot

Yesterday a teacher did one of the things inhate that prompted this I WANNA WRITE ABOUT HOW MUCH I HATE THIS JOB

Hes a sub. Hes supposed to do the same lessson as the other teachers. He is NEVER prepared. And he does everything bad. So when he didnt have the stuff for the activity he said he wants the students to have conversations with me. GREAT! thats what im here for! Lets do it. So then he shows them videos he has of other students talking with an alt at another school for 5 minutes. Um.... k. Then we open the book to a page of 3 example convo starters. Except. Japanese teachers dont seem to understand that the book is meant to be EXAMPLES. he says ah like this but maybe change. Good ok! I think were on the right track. Lets read these examples and get to it. Nope. He has them have the example sentences with their partner saying its good practice.

No. Its not. Theyre just reading the book and then when they finish saying

“Do you know any good restaurants around here?”

“Yes i do! Theres a curry place over there”

“oh i love curry!”

Theyre not gonna make up more at the ......

Theyre just gonna talk in japanese about other shit.

Then he says ok lets have conversations. Finally

Nope.

He has the class repeat after him together as a unit to me “do you know any good restaurants around here?”

GFFEIWBAKDHWNDGDIEBS RAGEEEE

I said ive had convos in class before may i try like before

He feigns confusion

I ask a student “what kind of food do you like?”

She says sushi

“What kind of sushi”

The students in this class were excitable and chimed in each time.

This time (as usual because they dont know the fish names in english) She begins talking with the kids around her trying to figure out what the english word is for the sushi she likes

But the teacher jumps in and shuts it all down

Because the students are just way too shy to talk in front of the class. Their english is too bad. They cant.

Its extra aggrivating because the teachers at this school range from good to decent - except him. That was a second year class. The last time i was at this school the first years had a introduction 1 on 1 test - with me. And i was to ask them a question at the end. With the other 3 teachers when i asked the question if they didnt understand. I would try saying it in another way. If they still didnt understand - i would answer my question as an example. If they still didnt understand i would give them answers like

“What tv do you like” “do you like anime?” Wait for yes or no “do you like youtube” wait for yes or no (and so on)

If they still didnt understand (very few got here) the japnese teacher would translate the question)

And. If they still didnt understand. We would give them an answer and coax them into repeating after us.

If they didnt. Then they didnt get the point for answering the question.

This teacher. Him being the 4th teacher to do this test with me. Would IMMEDIATELY translate the question if the student didnt answer quickly after me asking it once and then talk to them in japanese and tell me their answer or make one up to me with something like “oh ahah they dont know when yet. So he doesnt know. Maybe he ate breakfast before school!” And then would shoo the student away and call in the next.

^^^ and this is how most teachers are

They sit during class. They play unrelated videos. They spend half the class acting like theyre too confused about their plan to even teach the class (but if i try to do ANYTHING like talk to a student while they sit in front of the class rummaging through their folder going “うーん」「じゃ」「じゃあー」「そして」「それから」「えーとー」 theyll instruct SOMETHING or play some recording over and over) have i mentioned how they never seem to want to talk in english or listen to students talk in english in english class?? Most of the time theyre just having aside conversations about nonsense in japanese. They read everything themselves despite me being there - in a way where they really just wannt hear themselves talk in english.

Just in general. I hate when teachers talk about me in front of me and dont tell me what the fuck theyre saying. And it’s annoying when students ask them stuff in japanese about me and then the students look at me waiting for me to respond/the teacher to translate their question- but the jte doesnt translate. Or they ask a question that im not in charge of the answer for so even though i understood the question they asked the jte i cant answer them because its not my decision and the jte doesnt wanna look like the asshole that gives them an answer they dont like so they just dont respond so that i look like the dick whose ignoring the students

They do this with regular questions too. Sometimes i hear the whole question and understand. So when the students look to me and the jte goes silent - i answer - then the jte gets all out of sorts because 1) they wanted me to look like an asshole who doesnt wanna talk to the students 2) they deemed the questions not important and didnt want it answered 3)ew! The alt knows more japanese than i thought and she knows what im doing and thats a little embarrassing also what else have i said in front of her today that she might have understand - awkward 4) oh no if students know she understands some japanese they might ask her stuff and i wont be the only means of the alt and students communicating 5) that awk silence just showed the students that i didnt plan to translate something to her and i wanted to blame her and say she doesnt wanna answer that but now i was made a liar of

These arent personal queations btw. For example a student asked why does the guy in one peice eat a lollypop in the america version instead of smoke a cigarette?

This is an incomplete liste. Just. Honestly being an ALT is draining.

I feel like im at a restaurant again just waisting my life away waiting tables.

I actually really like english so being forced to listen to people who are supposed to teach it - purposely teach it wrong and force me to use it incorrectly hurts

I hate watching people suck at their jobs....and be rewarded for sucking at their job

I hate feeling like an outsider in my workplace.

I wanna feel like a real teacher.... not a clown

I hate doing something where nothing i say, do, or feel matters.

That last one. I hate that i can be treated like shit in my workplace AND get in trouble for not thanking people FOR treating me like shit. Not just take it. Take it with a smile!!!

I try to focus on the good things... but its just so damn hard cause ther far and few between and honestly i just wanna feel like im actually an educator to my students and like i can actually be a teacher with the ones who like me and come talk to me and stuff. But its not like i have have a teacher student relationship with them - i cant be part of their school activities. I cant go to their school events. I wont be at the school with them for more than a year.

Even at good schools when the teachers like that you talk with the students - i always feel this vibe of ‘keep it superficial’ dont become an adult they would trust. Its like you can feel them watching - ready to jump in when they think the student should stop petting the stray before they get fleas

I have a lot of teachers i remember fondly. Who id talk to when i saw them even when i didnt have their class anymore. Id tell kids in grades below me that they were lucky if they got them. When i hear about things happening at the school after i leave im happy to hear they got something good. Teachers who helped me understand something better or were just nice to the obvious loser in the class or made me laugh

I wanna be one of them....

Not the police man that came into school a couple times. Or the guy with the birds. Or the nice lunch lady who let you take food when you didnt have money and pay it back the next day.

I wanna be a teacher with a name.

Or at least. Do one of the only things im actually good at

So this job is unfulfilling

#alt

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SU Wanted Reaction (¡¡¡¡Spoilers!!!!)

I’m sorry in advance for my thoughts that will literally be all over the place 😂😂😂

🔸The Trial •Steven, stop lying. You know you’re not ready 😂

•Moonstone!!!!!! …Zir…con? Hm, my thoughts when out the window. I feel like that would’ve been a good opportunity

•She’s such a nervous lawyer and I love it. She kind of reminds of a Peanuts character like the Yellow and Blue Pearl

•Steven, honey, context clues. When she says “preparing your case” that should clue you in to what’s happening (I’m going to hard on him, I’m sorry)

•Oh, crap, another Zircon. I’m guessing for the Plaintiff side (She’s shattered obvs)

•You smug little…

•Oh… no White D? I figured since the white triangle lit up in the back, she’d be there… especially for something like this… hm

•I always marvel at their size

•Yellow, chill, don’t shatter yet. Thanks, Blue… woah, you chill, too

•Lol, Lars and his rambling. Nows not the time

•YZ (Yellow Zircon…Green?… GZ) called humans hideous and I don’t disagree with her at all

•Fury? Where?

•Yellow D looks bored af

•EYEBALL!!! She’s pissed!!!

•Where’s the others?

•Lol, BZ was all “Oh, she’s good”, but she literally had no defense and no proof of the actual crime that was committed (a witness testimony isn’t always good proof)

•Lol, I like how YP has actual info on her screen and BP has pictures. That’s so cute

•Yellow D keeps trying to rush Steven’s death and that’s super suspicious

•Yeah, talk some sense, Blue

•…Geez, Yellow D

•Steven, no. Don’t do this. On another note, I love how he stays willing to anything to keep his family and friends safe, the whole world for that matter. However, it does suck that he’s had to have this weight on his shoulders and that he sees no other way out. Like, I’m sure he could’ve come up with another way

•Oooh, Blue D doesn’t believe him at all

•Damn, especially not after he said he used Breaking Point. She corrected tf out of him

•I won’t lie, though, I think it’s interesting how Blue D can influence the emotions of every gem in room (namely to feel sadness) and it makes me wonder is Yellow D can make everyone feel angry or something or if Blue can influence a wider range emotions. Probs not, but just a thought

•Hm, BZ said their gems were on the line. Does that mean that Zircons are shattered if they don’t win trials?

•What, BZ?

•She’s asking the real questions that I’ve wanted answered. Blue said Rose shattered Pink with a sword, but Bismuth told us that the sword was really good for poofing. Breaking Point would no doubt shatter and I don’t think she had it at the time. The most Rose could do was poof Pink (if Diamonds can poof at all). So how could she shatter Pink with a sword?

•WOAH! THAT’S A REALLY GOOD POINT! HOW DID ROSE EVEN GET THAT CLOSE TO SHATTER HER????

•Oh, shit. The second she asked where her pearl was YP and BP looked shook af

•Yellow D seems to know way too much about this situation and she’s getting way too defensive

•ANOTHER GOOD POINT: these gems claim to have seen Rose do it, but if that were so, why did you let her get so close? How? What were you doing that you couldn’t see an obvious stand out get close to your superior? I think they should all be brought into question, too, especially Eyeball, because they need to be held accountable for missing such a huge detail.

•YP and BP see what’s wrong with this, too. You can see it on their face. They know something isn’t right here

•BZ, don’t do it. Don’t do it

•SHE CALLED YELLOW TF OUT!!!!! And before anyone goes “She was talking about all of them”. There’s no way she’s talking about Blue, too. Blue is the one who wants answers. If Blue did it, she wouldn’t want a trial. Yellow has been on defense since the start and I really think it was her so it explains why she wants the trial over, to cover her tracks. That’s why she wanted Blue to stop mourning and move on at the Zoo. She was probably crying because of guilt over killing Pink.

•SHE SHUT HER UP REAL QUICK, TOO! Yellow is guilty and she knows it

•On another note: maybe it could’ve been White? And that’s why she’s not at the trial and Yellow was in on it, so maybe Yellow is covering for White shattering Pink, but I without a doubt know that Yellow was involved in some way

•I don’t think Blue trusts Yellow anymore after what BZ said

•HW is so beautifully drawn and I love it

🔸Off Colors •They’re moving pretty well for people with broken bones

•Lars’ logic 😂 seasoning dirt 😂 standing still 😂 don’t ever change, my child

•Those detectors are a little… wonky…? You didn’t see them turn left?

•I truly love watching normally guarded characters with a front open up and I know that’s probably cliche and played out, but I cannot get enough of it and that’s probably why I like Lars, Ames, and Lapis so much

•Who’s that?

•They’re so cute! (They are twins. There are two. They are a they. If they were separated, both would be a she until either indicated otherwise)

•I think they might be a forced fusion that was semi successful, but because they weren’t perfect, they were banished

•Damn, that’s a lot of holes

•A FUSION! AND SHE LOOKS JUST LIKE GARNET FROM THE ANSWER. SHE’S SO CUTE! (Rhodonite)

•I had to stop to look it up: she is a padparadscha sapphire (a mouthful) the twins are maybe rutile quartz (that is most likely wrong and I think I searched the wrong thing…)

•Aw, her future vision is off. That’s too adorable. She’s my official cinnamon bun. Protect her at all costs

•Holy shit, she’s huge

•Steven, it’s that outlook, the idea that we don’t need to judge people by appearance that gives me hope and if more people understood that, people would be a bit nicer to one another

•Fluorite: Six gems!!!! I think she talks so slow because she’s a fusion of so many gems and they’re all talking or trying to take control at once

•Aw… Rutile Twins…

•I love that Lars is quickly making a connection to them. They can’t show who they really are and Lars feels the same way (though, it’s two different extremes)

•YAS Lars!!!!! He threw himself under the bus!!!

•Baby Padpa ❤❤❤❤

•Maybe this isn’t the redemption arc that others wanted, but I think this is perfect for Lars. He’s still not fully confident in who he truly is, that will take a lot of time. He’s still weirded out and scared, but he’s done being a useless coward and he’s taking steps to fight back. Props to you, Laramie

•Lars, you just started. You’re not at that heroic level yet, chill

•Oh, no. No. No no no no no no no no no no. This cannot be happening

•My heart is broken. Are you fucking kidding me?

•HE DOES HAVE HEALING TEARS! LARS IS BACK!!!! Okay, so maybe the spit is for healing and the tears are bringing others back? I don’t know

•God, I’m so jumbled. Now, we know how Lion was created. Cross that off of the list of 19090 questions

•So, I made a post previously about Steven finding out how to uncorrupt gems and I fully admit that my theory for how he figures this out is wrong, but I stand by what I said about Jasper. We know for a fact that his spit works to a certain degree, what if his tears are what bring it full circle? I’m sorry, I’d really just like them to have closure

•Does… Lars have a portal now? Can he teleport and stuff, too? Lol, what will his parents and Sadie think when he gets home?

🔸Lars Head •Fun fact that I honestly did not know: cartoons are not allow to say the word “die”. The more you know

•Lol, Steven, these questions 😂😂😂

•Padpa, I love you

•Lars, that’s not important 😂😂 I love this lighthearted moment we get to see. It’s a nice break to absorb all of this new info

•Hair portal!!! Lars, it is now mandatory to grow your hair out to make going in your head easier

•Rho Rho is too adorable

•WOAH! So each new being brought back gets their own tree and they’re all connected. That’s so cool

•Holy crap, he’s back home!!! If he plans on using this as a mode of travel during this war, he’s going to have to clearly indicate which trees belongs to who if there are more

•Food and water break. Steven has his priorities straight

•So… They might have to poof everyone and take them to earth so they aren’t caught by HW

•"Steven’s back!“

•Lars will have to learn how to teleport if he even can…

•I love how he’s still kind of a jerk, but he’s doing what he thinks is best for his new friends by staying there so they can be free

•Rho Rho was trynna to scoop outta there real quick 😂😂😂

•So, if they’re gonna show Lars around and find another off HW… they might have to unfuse, but then that leaves Rutile… how’s that gonna work?

•Tell him, Lars!!!!!!

•The effect that Steven has on people is too amazing for words

•They hugged! Lars normally rejects Steven touching him, too 😂

•"Who knows what they’re doing to Steven? Hi, Steven” -Pearl 2k17

This was really awesome. I still have a million questions, but I’m more invested in the possibilities for what’s to come than the answers to them. I won’t lie, I did really want to see White Diamond, a Pink and Rose flashback, and maybe even Stars, but what we got was absolutely amazing and I was too shook. The mystery is slowly unfolding and I cannot wait to see what’s going to happen next. I’m genuinely curious as to what everyone else thought. I kind of want to get a convo going so message me with stuff or use the little comment chat thingie on my post. What was your favorite part? Who’s your favorite off color? What do you think about Pink’s shattering? Anyone for uncorruption? I really want to know what faniverse thinks (Get it? Am I cool yet?) Have a great rest of your week!!!

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