I have been thinking about how to make the batman harvey dent redhead love corner from The Dark Knight interesting to me, so now we have my batman ushiten au with Tooru as harvey.
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Why on ao3 are only 6 fanfics of Iwaizumi/Oikawa/Tendou/Ushijima?? The dynamic of each couple is amazing, imagine them on a poly couple. The mix of their personalities is a 10/10 too.
Satori is so good at reading his boyfriend that he doesnât even open his mouth before Satori is tightening the arm around his shoulders and leaning in, whispering, âChill, babe. Itâs fine.â
Tooruâs back straightens as he gives Satori a side-eyed glare. âYou donât even know what I was going to do.â
Satori just grins, shuffling them a little further in line. âSure I do. You were gonna talk shit.â
If possible, Tooruâs glare turns even more vicious.
âThey deserve it. If I donât say something, theyâll just think itâs okay to keep doing it.â
âBut are they really worth your time? Iâm not bothered by it, so you shouldnât be.â
âBut you should!â Tooruâs shout draws a few glances their way, but heâs so heated he doesnât even notice. Satori doesnât care. âTheyâre being fucking rude and should be put in their place because if not theyâll continue to do the same thing and it could be towards someone whoâs not as strong as you are.â
Satoriâs smile falters a little at that, unused to such a compliment, but itâs all the hesitation Tooru needs before heâs spinning around to the couple in the opposite line whoâve been giving them dirty looks since they walked in the door. Satoriâs not sure if itâs because of the way theyâre dressed (Satori in comfy sweats and a tattered hoodie and Tooru decked out in his tightest pants and crispest button-up), or if itâs because someone as hot as Tooru is practically clinging to someone like Satori. Either way, Satori has learned to ignore such looks, but Tooru hasnât.
Heâs not used to how judgmental and negative people can be just for how one looks. Heâs never been ostracized or called dirty names for the way he dresses or for acting too weird in public. Heâs always been a prim and proper sort of boy, someone who uses words to sort things out instead of hiding behind a hand. Satori doesnât fault him for feeling protective and wanting to set things right; he just wishes it was warranted.
âItâs not like we ever even said anything,â the woman butts in, knowing Tooru is about to attack. Her voice is high and nasally, and it instantly grates on Satoriâs nerves.
âYou didnât have to. Your face reads Judgmental Bitch to anyone looking at you.â
She sputters as a few chuckles rise around them. Her partner looks too stunned for words, and Satori takes that pause to tighten his grip around Tooruâs waist and draw him closer to his body, shutting him up momentarily.
âListen,â Satori says lazily, hardly sparing them another look, âjust keep your eyes on yourself and we wonât have any more problems, mâkay?â He ends it with a leer, and tugs Tooru down the line as they shuffle forwards. Some of the other customers give them appreciative glances, while others glare just as rudely as the couple. Tooru gives one more glare at the couple before huffing and facing forward, curling tighter around Satori.
Without any hassle they buy their popcorn and drinks, steering clear of the couple as they make their way to their designated theater. Tooru relaxes even further when the couple goes into a separate one.
âHappy now?â Satori asks as they enter the darkened room. Trailers havenât started yet, so itâs eerily quiet in the wide-open space, especially since there are only two other groups in the room. They head for the back row, both happy to see it empty.
Tooru huffs, and Satori sees him shrugging. âI coulda said a few more things if you hadnât stopped me.â
âOh, I know,â Satori chuckles. He slides into the row first and heads towards the middle. âBut then weâd probably have gotten kicked out and wouldnât be able to see this movie weâve both been waiting to see for ages and would have to wait until itâs available to stream or find a way to illegally download it and whereâs the fun in that? Besides,â Satori kicks down his seat and plops in, draping one arm over the chair Tooru sits in, âyou shouldnât let people like them get to you. Theyâre a waste of everything.â
âI donât know how you handle it,â Tooru mumbles. âIt makes my skin crawl.â
Satori lowers his arm from the back of the seat to Tooruâs shoulders, drawing him closer so he can place a faint kiss at his boyfriendâs temple. âAnd thatâs what makes you a better person than them and me.â
âShut up,â Tooru mutters, swatting at Satoriâs chest. âYou know I think youâre great.â
âAnd thatâs all that matters.â
Tooru just sighs and snuggles closer to Satori as the lights dim and the trailers start to roll.
Satori doesnât know how he got this lucky. How someone as beautiful and loyal as Oikawa Tooru, an ex-volleyball player and all-around Good Guy, managed to fall in love with the batshit weirdness that is Tendou Satori, a college dropout and general waste of space. Even with the years between them, Satori still finds it hard to believe that Tooru loves him, that heâs willing to put time and effort into their relationship, despite the onlookers that speculate and judge whenever theyâre out in public.
Like tonight. Satori knows his attire could have been less sloppy, but he likes to be comfortable when watching movies. And no matter where they go, Tooru likes to dress up for dates. Tooru doesnât hate him for not putting more effort into his wardrobe, and thatâs something Satori appreciates immensely. He also has no qualms about complimenting his boyfriendâs choice of clothes and how they make him look, since complimenting Tooru is one of his favorite things.
Thereâs so many things about Tooru that Satori considers his favorite that he has a little black box in pocket thatâs burning a hole against his thigh. Heâs carried it with him everywhere for the last year, unsure of when he wanted to pop the question or if itâs something he should even ask. Heâs still not even sure if Tooruâs birthday is a good time to propose, not even sure if itâs something his boyfriend would want to happen. The subject has come up sparingly, and even though Satori wishes he could say thereâs no way Tooru would reject him, this is one guess heâs loath to make.
Satori loves Tooru and would take whatever Tooru is willing to give. Marriage isnât the end all be all of a relationship. Theyâve been happy and content without this label, so thereâs really no reason why Satori has to take this next step.
He doesnât pay much attention to the movie, as his mind continues to wander towards whatâs supposed to come after. He promised Tooru a movie and a surprise, and they both know Tooru doesnât like surprises. He canât help it when his palms start to sweat and he has to pull away from his boyfriend on more than one occasion so he can feel like he can breathe again, pointedly ignoring the tiny looks of concern Tooru throws at him each time he does it.
By the end of the movie, though, Satori can feel Tooruâs anger radiating off him. He doesnât even wait for the lights to turn back on before heâs springing out of his chair and moving down the aisle, attempting to escape the theater quickly.
Satori canât even run after him like he knows he should. He just sits there, ignoring the way the lights arenât coming back on, and a post-credit scene rolls. All he can focus on is Tooruâs retreating figure and the pounding of his heart, not sure what the hell heâs supposed to do.
Eventually, heâs kicked out long after the lights have come back on and the theater attendant needs to prepare it for the next showing. Satori walks slowly towards their parked car, his heart racing a mile a minute as he sees itâs actually still parked here and not long gone.
Tooru is leaning against the passenger side door, his foot tapping wildly with his arms crossed over his chest. He catches sight of Satori approaching, but turns away and ignores him. Satori knows thatâs acceptable, knowing he deserves the anger thatâs brewing from his boyfriend.
He unlocks the car slowly, belatedly realizing thatâs why the car and Tooru are still here because Satori had the keys, and gets in the driverâs seat. Tooru makes his entrance loud, making it clear heâs unhappy.
But Satori doesnât start the car. He doesnât want to fight, doesnât want to drag this out any longer. If for some reason in his anger, or just in his heart, Tooru rejects his proposal, then Satori can hand him the keys and heâll walk--somewhere. Heâll give Tooru the night to cool off and they could discuss things further tomorrow--
âWill you just tell me what's wrong with you already?â Tooru demands.
Satori blinks and turns to stare at Tooru. He does look angry, rightfully so, but thereâs hurt there too. Confusion and worry are dancing behind it all, and Satori hates himself a little more for putting it there.
He sucks in a breath, knowing itâs now or never and not wanting to drag this out any longer. Without saying anything he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the box, offering it to Tooru.
âI was getting nervous,â Satori starts, not really liking the way Tooruâs face closed off at the sight of the box, how heâs not even breathing, it seems. âI wanted it to be perfect, to be romantic, but then I started over-thinking and now youâre pissed and itâs not really the best time or maybe even the best idea and I can see your answer already and Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry if this isnât something you want. I can--I can take it back or, or something. Iâll--Iâll, I donât know, Iâll just--â
âYouâll shut up, is what youâll do.'' The demand is so calm it has Satoriâs jaw clacking shut as he stares at Tooru. His boyfriend--maybe ex?--continues to stare at the box before slowly taking it from Satoriâs still outstretched hand. He opens it slowly, stares at the ring for what feels like years, before he closes the lid and finally looks up at Satori.
There are tears in his eyes.
The information has even more panic running through Satori. Heâs fucked up, heâs messed up so monumentally somehow that he knows thisâll be the death of him. Heâll remember this moment forever as the day he--
Heâs being kissed. Sweetly, tenderly. Tooru has a shaking hand cupping his cheek as he tries to kiss Satori again. Maybe it takes too long for Satoriâs brain to register whatâs happening because then Tooru is pulling back and wiping at his eyes.
âDo you really mean this?â he whispers. Heâs still holding onto the box, but all Satori can focus on are the tears building in his boyfriendâs eyes.
He nods, still too numb to speak.
And then Tooru is lurching forward, wrapping his arms around Satoriâs neck in the tightest embrace theyâve probably ever shared.
âYouâre a fool if you thought Iâd reject you,â he whispers against Satoriâs ear. He can feel tears sliding between them, but he doesnât care. âYouâre stupid, and I love you, I love you.â
âYeah?â Satori manages to say. He pulls back from Tooru enough to look him in the eyes, despite his own vision going a little blurry.
âOf course, dummy. Itâs only you.â
âAlways you,â Satori mutters back, part of the saying theyâve adopted over their time together. Only you, always you. Satori always figured itâd be a limited sort of saying, and thereâs still that possibility, despite a more permanent label. But heâll take it. Heâll cherish it for as long as it lasts.
Satori pulls Tooru back in again, kissing him on the cheek before burrowing his face against the side of Tooruâs neck. He can smell his cologne, popcorn, and a little bit of sweat. He breathes in deeply, loving everything there is to love about Tooru and hoping heâll get to love it for many more years to come.
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Come into my ask box, ask trick or treat, and Iâll either treat you to some fluff, or trick you with some darkness!
Just so yâall know - Iâm out of tricks for the season! So you get nothing but tooth-rotting fluff from here on out!Â
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Tooru was pleased. It had been a great year, and, from the looks at their future projections, next year was going to be just as great, if not better.
Closing up shop for the weekend, Tooru sat down behind the counter and stretched his limbs luxuriously. He felt good, better than he had in years. He was happy. So, so happy.
âCome on, stop dawdling. Weâve gotta get going,â Satori came out from the storage room, holding a large crate in his hands.
âYou canât even sit for five minutes, can you?â Despite the grumbling tone, Tooru stood and got the door for his partner.
âNope. Not when the social event of the season is on the line!â Satori flashed Tooru his signature shit-eating grin as he sauntered out the door. Tooru locked up behind him, and followed as Satori hummed to himself down the street.
Tooru was still new, but he was learning fast. Around here, autumn was a big deal. They didnât necessarily celebrate Halloween - most of the children werenât bothered with trick or treating or costumes - but the celebration of Samhain was a tried and true tradition.
Every community member participated, and brought something to the celebration, pot-luck style. Most of the farmers brought their produce, or other wares. Some offered traditional family recipes. Others, like the Ukais, offered their land to host the Samhain feast. The Tendou family cider mill always offered up refreshments - both traditional, and alcoholic.
Carting the crate of cider with them, Tooru and Satori stepped into the Ukai backyard, and went about helping the others set up the tables, table clothes, food, and drinks. Tooru was glad the cider mill was just across the street. They were inevitably going to run out, and he would be the one tasked with getting more drink.
It was an adjustment from what he was used to. But he was glad for it. It was a new adventure, and a whole new skillset to master. And if his heart happened to heal along the way, well, that was a nice bonus.