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Hinata Shouyou had never truly considered what it meant, or what it would actually feel like to fall in love. He thinks it is very different than what the American Hollywood movies portray or the K Dramas his mother watches and pretends she does not— or even the lust-filled and romance-centric mangas that Yachi has stacked in the corner of her closet that her mother is unaware of. It is not all encompassing and overwhelming, nor is it love at first sight. Shouyou continues to stay steadfast in his disbelief of that particular notion.
Kageyama is shoveling food in his mouth— this mango mousse Yamaguchi’s mother had learned to make during a vacation to Brazil. Shouyou had already had about three cups of it himself. Kageyama is on his fifth. Yamaguchi had given about ten little cups of the mousse to each teammate. Kageyama had invited him over to eat them and watch this American show Ghost Hunters that the dark haired boy was currently into. Shouyou plays with his fingers as he stares, he’d be ashamed of it if Kageyama was not pitiful oblivious to the world around him, there’s a drop of orange mousse stuck to the corner of Kageyama’s mouth. And Shouyou has the sudden thought that he wants to lick it.
He blinks. Oh. And then he is really staring. At the broad expanse of Kageyama’s shoulders, his long, long fingers that Shouyou knows are calloused at the tips and so, so gentle when they ruffle his hair— a big difference to the grip he used to shake Shouyou with their first, he had learned. Shouyou swallows. Blinks again. Kageyama had gotten taller, much to Shouyou’s frustration, and he had started to style his hair. He had what Yachi called an undercut now. Shouyou liked to scratch his fingers through the parts of it that were buzzed short. But the thought of doing that before had never sent a shiver down Shouyou’s spine as it is at the moment, nor did it make him curl his fingers tight into the material of his jeans.
Kageyama is handsome. Shouyou had always been aware of it in a vague way— girls had started to confess to the boy, but never made a true impression on him. Sugawara had commented on how much more manly Kageyama had become over the months since he had graduated. Kageyama was never mean, he simply apologized in that flustered way of his, mouth twisted awkwardly into a small smile, and then said that his affections lie elsewhere. Shouyou assumed he meant volleyball, or perhaps even Yachi. Shouyou had never wanted it to be him before— but now, Shouyou’s heart clenches at the idea of Kageyama ever saying yes to one of those girls. Of showing up to practice with his hand wrapped in the grasp of another.
Shouyou is in love with Kageyama. Had he always been? He thinks not. No, this is new. His wanting to stay near the other slowly developing over the past months, Kageyama becoming the first person he calls, the one Shouyou goes to when his body aches and his mind is moving in a thousand different directions. Kageyama who listens when Shouyou can not help but ramble for hours. Kageyama who sits next to Shouyou on the bus for every game. Kageyama who has an extra snack on him during lunch just for Shouyou. Kageyama who lets Shouyou sleep on his futon during overnights when Shouyou has a nightmare so mad his hands will not stop trembling. Shouyou’s best friend.
Shouyou’s teeth cut into his bottom lip, drawing blood. The taste of iron jerks him out of his thoughts, and Kageyama is staring back. Mousse forgotten, eyes narrowed as he considers Shouyou. Shouyou jolts, pressing into the corner of the sofa, directing his gaze to the television.
“Shou,” It starts tentatively, another of Kageyama’s newer traits, and the deep timbre of his voice has Shouyou’s undivided attention once again. Shouyou’s eyes are wide, fear and anticipating making his heart pound in his ears. Ghosts long gone from his mind. Kageyama moves closer on the sofa, wrapping a hand around the thin bone of Shouyou’s ankle, thumb rubbing over the bone in a caress. “Are you okay?”
Shouyou nods jerkily. Too fast, it hurts his neck. Kageyama looks doubtful.
Shouyou swallows.
“I want to kiss you!” A yelp of a sentence, and Shouyou buries his face in his hands. His entire body thrumming with nerves, from the tips of his toes that press against the muscle of Kageyama’s thigh to his ears flushes red.
Kageyama is moving closer. Shouyou can feel the dip in the cushion. He gnaws at his lips, peeking between his fingers at the taller boy.
Kageyama looks as serious as ever. Eyes determined in the way they only are during a particularly hard test or a volleyball game. Shouyou feels like something to be conquered. And perhaps he is. Shouyou is confident in the notion that Kageyama would never seriously hurt him, especially over this, as Shouyou had come out to him months ago, and the other boy had taken it in stride. But maybe he had been okay with it if Shouyou didn’t want to kiss Kageyama in particular. He hadn’t even known he wanted to until today. It is the mousse’s fault, really. And Kageyama’s stupid face and soft hair and big hands.
“Okay.” Kageyama is whispering, pushing between Shouyou’s legs, his hands coming up to grasp at Shouyou’s thighs. Large enough to wrap around them almost completely, and Shouyou shivers. “Let me kiss you, Shouyou.” He’s tugging at Shouyou’s wrists now, tearing his hands from his face. His lips are quirked up into a tiny smile. Shouyou’s hearts skips a beat at the sight.
“Really?” And there is confusion in the lilt of Shouyou’s voice, still squeaky. A bit hopeful as well. “You’re not just being mean?”
“I would never be mean about this.” Kageyama frowns for a moment at the idea that Shouyou would think so lowly, but his grin returns soon after. And he maneuvers Shouyou into his lap, the smaller boy straddling the width of Kageyama’s thighs.
Shouyou feels dumb, dumber than usual. He does not know what to do with his hands. Kageyama’s are resting on his waist. Shouyou reaches up to hold onto Kageyama’s shoulders. This seems better, less awkward.
Kageyama is the one to move forward, mouth brushing Shouyou’s. Breath mingling, and Shouyou parts his lips as to taste it, eyes fluttering shut. Kageyama lets out the tiniest of laughs, presses his mouth fully to Shouyou’s. Shouyou is pliant under Kageyama’s hold, helpless to the boy. This is falling in love, he thinks. Kageyama pulls away, and he leans his forehead against Shouyou’s, noses nudging. Shouyou giggles.
“I really like you, Shouyou.” Shouyou had never heard Kageyama’s voice so gruff before, something just above a rasp. Shouyou’s fingers clench, digging into Kageyama’s shoulders.
“I really like you too, Yamayama.” This time it is Shouyou who moves forward, Kageyama’s lips soft beneath his own, opening to Shouyou almost immediately. Shouyou sighs into it.
“Let’s finish Ghost Adventures.” Shouyou murmurs as they part, curling sideways in Kageyama’s embrace, laying his forehead against the other’s collarbone. Kageyama’s fingers part through Shouyou’s hair, fingers tangling in the golden red curls, gentle as always.
“Okay, Shouyou.”
And how had Shouyou not seen it beforehand? That single phrase so poignant in his mind. No matter what Shouyou wished for, asked, considered. Kageyama was willing, wanting to be there. Beside Shouyou since the moment they met.
We’ve been a little busy— but don’t worry, we didn’t forget about Fic Rec Friday. This week we’ve put together a list of recommendations for a personal (and fandom) favorite ship for Haikyuu!! We hope you like these fics as much as we did!
Iwaoi Oneshots
your best answer by pallasjoanna
rating: Teen And Up Audiences
warnings: None Apply
word count: 4,047
status: Complete
summary:
Of the struggles of one Oikawa Tooru, and revelations of a sort on Saturdays.
bury me in your quiet love by seabear
rating: Teen And Up Audiences
warnings: None Apply
word count: 4,210
status: Complete
summary:
There's long distance relationships, and there's long distance friendships.
Then there's long distance pining. Oikawa Tooru doesn't think he's much of a fan. And he's definitely not a fan of Iwa-chan and Tobio-chan suddenly becoming best friends.
you can share with me by luftballons99
rating: Teen And Up Audiences
warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Warnings
word count: 14,088
status: Complete
summary:
The soft-spoken introvert on the playground that all the moms liked but all the kids didn’t and the gap-toothed boy that offered him a dinosaur band aid after he fell in the wood chips. The Grand King of Volleyball and his loyal, royal ace. Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime. Shittykawa and Iwa-chan. They've always been a team, on and off the court.
And yet there are some things about living together with Oikawa that Hajime really hadn’t considered before moving in with him.
Terrarium by sausaged
rating: Teen And Up Audiences
warnings: None Apply
word count: 11,426
status: Complete
summary:
A story about Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, plants, and rocks.
salt water by loveclouds
rating: Teen And Up Audiences
warnings: None Apply
word count: 8,177
status: Complete
summary:
Iwaizumi can only think to run away from their impossible closeness for a while and finds himself employed at a beachside cafe. Of course, Oikawa follows.
Lost and Found by Frenchibi
rating: General Audiences
warnings: None Apply
word count: 4,236
status: Complete
summary:
For a second, Tooru lets himself picture what it would be like if he smiled at his best friend the way she is smiling right now. (Only, you know... less... politely confused. Tooru would smile with purpose. Tooru would smile with honesty, with all his feelings and without having to be afraid of getting punched in the ribs.)
...only he would. Get punched, that is. Probably.
static by mangothief
rating: Teen And Up Audiences
warnings: None Apply
word count: 6,452
status: Complete
summary:
Being snowed in with all of Seijou volleyball in his childhood home brings back a lot of memories for Iwaizumi, because it's kinda Oikawa's childhood home too.
dividing lines by anoneesan, Laifis
rating: Teen And Up Audiences
warnings: None Apply
word count: 10,661
status: Complete
summary:
Hajime stood outside of the Oikawa house as per his normal routine, waiting patiently for his best friend so they could walk to school together, as they had done ever since actually starting school. He tried diligently not to think about how this wouldn't be his normal routine for much longer.
Today is our second Fic Rec Friday! We are super pumped to be sharing one of our favorite ships from the Hunter X Hunter fandom with all of you. We’ve compiled a list of some of our personal favorite fics. Enjoy! (Remember, we accept requests for fic recs at any time.)
Hisoillu
The Longest Job by emanthony
rating: E
warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence
word count: 23,704
status: Complete
summary:
Illumi is forced out of the Zoldyck estate and seeks a living arrangement with an associate. He's not altogether pleased with it.
Hisoka is a floor master at Heaven's Arena and has the unexpected pleasure of spending time with one of his oldest acquaintances. He doesn't share Illumi's frustrations.
Expensive x Date x Night by IttyxBittyxImp
rating: E
warnings: None
word count: 5,262
status: Complete
other info: Sex Toys, Light Masochism, Lingerie
summary:
Hisoka puts himself up for a bachelors auction. Illumi isn't pleased.
Victory by hatebeat
rating: E
warnings: None
word count: 2,604
status: Complete
summary:
Illumi is ready to take what Hisoka has been offering all these years.
boats aren’t the only thing that can break ice by 1helluvabutler
rating: E
warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence
word count: 8,828
status: Complete
other info: ice skating!au, Rough Sex, Choking
summary:
Finding his rebellious figure skater of a little brother was annoying task already in Illumi's opinion, and the weird handyman he met might be more of a liability than of help.
Lust x Denial by e1even
rating: E
warnings: None
word count: 7,121
status: Complete
other info: Bondage, Sex Toys, D/s
summary:
They’re in Hisoka’s apartment when the sun’s glaring at midday.
Zoldyck Blue by gingerwrites
rating: M
warnings: None
word count: 6,142
status: Complete
other info: 5+1 Things, Fluff, Domestic Fluff
summary:
The first time Hisoka sees it, he thinks it's a trick of the light.
just chemical reactions in your brain (and other moments) by stellarisms
rating: E
warnings: None
word count: 1,201
status: Complete
other info: Casual Sex, Friends with Benefits, Switching
summary:
The most dangerous weapon in the world, Hisoka knows, isn't a weapon.
A Promising Lesson by FindingSchmomo
rating: M
warnings: None
word count: 2,879
status: Complete
other info: Established Relationship, Swimming, Beach Episode
summary:
Hisoka finds out Illumi doesn't know how to swim and graciously offers to teach him.
Drunk by Fachi
rating: M
warnings: None
word count: 2,879
status: Complete
summary:
"Dance with me" Hisoka slurred against Illumi's ear the best a drunk man could.
My Life Would Fall Apart Without You by SphericallyAdept
rating: M
warnings: None
word count: 2,164
status: Complete
other info: shameless domestic fluff
summary:
All live-in couples have arguments. Hisoka and Illumi are no different.
What’s up, party people? Could I please get some established k-k-k-kyouhaba on date night? You get to pick what they do 🤘🏼(any rating is fine, whatever moves you)
The chilly, night air bites at Shigeru’s nose and cheeks as he steps back from the apartment door, closing it as he exits. Kentarou already holds the key in hand, and he brushes past Shigeru to lock it behind them.
“It’s cold,” Shigeru says, “can’t we just stay in tonight?”
“No.” It’s half-word, half-grunt, and it’s the only reply he gets from his boyfriend.
Shigeru’s teeth chatter, and he shoves his gloved hands into the pockets of his coat, if only to prove a point. He would be perfectly content to stay in the apartment in their shared bed tonight. That’s not an option, for reasons unknown. Kentarou has been very secretive all week about tonight’s plans, and it would be endearing if it didn’t become irritating after day two.
Kentarou throws him a look as they walk next to each other. “Don’t be such a baby.”
“I’m n—”
“If you ever wore a hat you wouldn’t be so damn cold all the time.” But even as he says it, Kentarou is reaching a hand through the space between Shigeru’s elbow and side to link their arms.
“Well, hat hair is not a good look— which you wouldn’t know since your hair doesn’t seem to have grown an inch since high school.”
“If you get sick don’t come crying to me.”
“Please,” Shigeru says, “all I have to do is sneeze and you fret more than my own mother.”
Rather than using his words, Kentarou just grunts. A smile pulls at Shigeru’s lips knowing he’s won their mock-argument.
They continue to walk towards whatever destination Kentarou has for them, and Shigeru talks about his week. Kentarou stays silent, but that’s something that Shigeru has gotten used to in their time together. He’s used to the sturdy silence of the once ace of their volleyball team by his side. It’s a comforting presence.
The sky is dark above the well-lit streets, dark blue-gray clouds blocking out the stars and only letting through a blurry gleam of moonlight. The soles of Shigeru’s scuffed dress shoes and Kentarou’s canvas sneakers echo against the pavement of the sidewalk, lit-up yellow under the streetlamps. Kentarou pulls to stop. Shigeru’s elbow accidentally tugs him forward before he realizes.
“It’s here,” his boyfriend says.
Shigeru glances away from Kentarou’s face towards the building they’re standing in front of. The pork dumpling shop is small, nothing fancy from the outside, and the sign backlit with yellow reads “Snowbell Cafe” in blue kanji.
Shigeru blinks.
“Hey isn’t this—”
“C’mon, it’s cold out,” Kentarou says, dragging Shigeru towards the door with one gloved hand wrapped around his elbow.
After they’re seated by a young waitress— probably still in high school— Shigeru grins across the table at Kentarou. Kentarou glares back.
“Get that stupid look off your face,” he says eventually, looking down at the menu to avoid Shigeru’s gaze. The effect of his words loses out when the tips of his ears grow pink in color, and Shigeru grins wider.
“I can’t believe I once thought you had the emotional abilities of a frog.”
“What the fuck.” Kentarou’s eyes narrow as they meet Shigeru’s.
Shigeru grins and takes a sip from the glass of water that’s placed in front of him by the waitress. “I’m just saying,” he says as he puts the glass down, letting his fingers stay lazily curled around it, “you picked to come back here tonight.”
Watching carefully as Kentarou looks away from him again, Shigeru notes all the ways that he’s grown older since the first time they were here. He no longer bleaches his hair, now leaving it all dark brown, but he still keeps it short. He’s filled in a little bit around the edges and his shoulders are a tad wider than they were back then.
“It’s cute that you’re embarrassed,” Shigeru says.
He brings his the glass of water to his lips again but keeps his eyes on Kentarou, whose face flushes entirely red as he mumbles something under his breath. Probably an insult. Shigeru just laughs.
“You were embarrassed then too,” Shigeru continues, undeterred. If anything, watching Kentarou grow progressively darker shades of pink only encourages him to continue.
“Hey,” Kentarou snaps “you know—”
“I’m just saying,” Shigeru presses on, foot finding Kentarou’s underneath the table and linking their ankles together, “it’s nice that you remembered the place.”
“Of course I remembered.”
“That makes sense. It’s not everyday you kiss your crush of many years outside of a dumpling cafe— after what definitely was not a date, as you made very clear beforehand— and then immediately try to run away.”
Kentarou tries to glare at him, but the effect is lost when his eyes soften as they meet Shigeru’s smiling ones. The waitress comes by and asks them if they’re ready to order which Kentarou replies to with a swift “Yes,” thankful to be saved from Shigeru’s teasing.
Shigeru prompts his boyfriend to talk about his week as they wait for their food to come out. If he didn’t ask, Kentarou would likely be content to keep the menial details of veterinary school to himself. He doesn’t find them all that interesting and rolls his eyes whenever Shigeru reminds him that he wants to know about his day.
“It’s nice to know what you do when I’m sitting at a desk all day probably developing postural scoliosis or something.”
A young man who isn’t their waitress delivers the food to their table, setting plates down in front of each of them.
“If you’re worried about that then don’t slouch,” Kentarou says, around the young man’s arms, before shoving a dumpling into his mouth with the manners of a caveman.
Shigeru makes a face at his boyfriend to show his disapproval, but Kentarou just rolls his eyes. He thanks the table runner and tries to apologize for his boyfriend’s attitude with his eyes, a look he’s grown accustomed to conveying the last couple of years.
They eat the rest of their food in a light silence, ankles still twisted together beneath the table.
“Hey,” Shigeru says, after they’ve paid the bill and exit through the doors of the restaurant.
Kentarou glances at him sideways, and he pulls the other closer by his upper arm, leaning forward to kiss him on the lips. Their lips haven’t quite grown cold from exposure to the outdoors yet and Kentarou’s a warm light pressure on his own.
When he pulls back, he says, “Hmm. I think it was more fun when you tried to run away.”
“Oh, screw you.” Kentarou pulls his eyebrows together, glaring as he shoves his hands into his pockets.
“Later,” Shigeru says easily, loops his arm through Kentarou’s.
We’ve come to the decision to keep these lists to every other week rather than every week, due to time constraints. We want this blog to be low pressure and fun for both of us and want to make sure we avoid burn-out. We’ll be posting our next drabble this Sunday, and next Friday we’ll be posting our next list of recs.
Followers are also always welcome to send us possibilities for fic recs, or ideas for topics for fic rec lists. You can shoot us an ask on here, or if you’d like to you can direct ideas to our personal blogs as well!
Happy Friday!
Jean tried to look away from the sweat that dripped from Eren’s fringe, down the bridge of his freckled and sunkissed nose, along the column of his throat. Jean’s fingers clenched the microphone, knuckles turning white, and he wished every word he was singing wasn’t about Eren.
Eren’s hair was tied back from his face in a half pony with longer strands sticking to his heat dampened neck. Jean wanted to run his fingers through, pull until Eren’s head was tipped back and he could lick along his jawline.
His voice dropped as his need grew— he could see Ymir and Sasha smirking at each other in his peripheral. His gaze left Eren. He glared at the wall before him. Eren hadn’t seen a thing. Too swept into the music as he drummed, knuckles bruised and scabbed from a fight that Jean had started with some motorist and Eren had ended.
Jean— barely able to breathe— closed his eyes. He could remember the feeling of Eren’s calloused fingertips running along the bruised skin of his eye; Jean had hissed, sneered at the other boy. Eren had just laughed, loud and unbothered.
He had been more drunk than Jean; that was the only excuse Jean could think of for why when Eren’s laughter had died down. He’d stepped forward into Jean’s space, smelling of whiskey and cigarette smoke and laundry detergent, and had pressed his lips so fucking tenderly to Jean’s temple, just brushing where the swelling of his eye began.
All he heard was Eren’s beat behind him, effortlessly matching his singing; his voice had gone scratchy. It always did when his want for Eren grew too much inside of him— to the point where he lost all control. It’d been a long, lonely time for Jean.
It was a strange state of mind being in love with Eren Jaeger.
Silence rang. Jean opened his eyes. Everyone was staring. Even Eren, with his head tilted to the side as he considered Jean, pushing back the hair stuck to his forehead. Jean shivered. He knew Eren knew. Sasha knew. Ymir knew. Fuck, even Ymir’s tiny blonde girlfriend knew.
“You stopped singing, man.” Eren leaned forward on his set, chin propped in his palm. Jean scratched a hand through his overgrown undercut.
“I did?” His nerves, this weird, tightening fear, came out in his voice— he sounded like he was about to cry.
Eren’s brow furrowed.
“I think it’s time for a break. I, for one, am exhausted. And parched as a motherfucker.” Eren stretched his arms out in front of him as he spoke, arching an eyebrow, mouth spreading into a grin that bordered on cocky.
Ymir sighed. Jean didn’t blame her. They had a show tomorrow. They couldn’t really afford an extra break. But that other side of him— the pathetic, love sick one— warmed and sizzled for Eren was doing this for him.
Ymir and Sasha shrugged, but Ymir still looked frustrated.
“I’m going out for a smoke,” Ymir said, her hand already gripping Sasha’s wrist. Her eyes were focused on Jean, but he knew she was speaking to Eren when she said, “Fix him.”
And then the two girls were gone, the door slamming behind them. Jean still stood before the microphone. His grip on it desperate.
Jean’s head was pounding— loving Eren came in waves, and it was drowning him.
He must not have heard Eren get up, because the next thing Jean knew, those hands— big and strong and so capable of damage, damage Jean had seen them wreck up close— closed around his fists, loosening his hold on the microphone, twining their fingers together once Jean freed it.
“C’mon, man. Don’t do this.”
Do what? Jean wanted to ask. He didn’t. He kept his eyes on the floor, vision blurring as he focused on the tip of Eren’s Docs.
“Jean, breathe.”
His chest burned as he gasped, sucking in air. When had he stopped breathing? Eren’s scent overwhelmed him; Jean took stepped forward until he could drop his head onto Eren’s shoulder. Eren’s hands let go of his, coming to rest on the small of his back for a moment, burning through Jean’s shirt, before he wrapped his arms completely around Jean’s waist.
“I thought I had this sorted out.” He choked on the words.
Eren chuckled.
“You can’t compartmentalize love, dude. Things go wrong sometimes, you can’t let it freak you out.” Eren’s fingers dug into skin between Jean’s ribs.
“If I don’t have you by me, I’ll— God— I’ll die.” Jean brushed his nose along the side of Eren’s neck, lips coming to rest beneath his jaw as he spoke.
“You’re the one who asked me for a break,” Eren reminded him.
Jean snorted, lips twisting in a pout. “I didn’t expect you to agree.”
“Jean, I’m so fucking in love with you. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you. And I may have been drunk, and on the cusp of an orgasm when I first said it— which is what led to you going all Jean-y on it. But it’s true.” Eren’s voice was barely a whisper.
Jean shivered. “Fuck you.”
He met Eren’s eyes— too close together as they both went a bit crossed eyed. Their noses grazed, lips meeting just so.
“Tell me you love me back, you bottle blonde,” Eren said, their lips brushing with his every word. “So we can finish practice and then go fuck. I’ve missed your ass. And my pillow doesn’t smell like your cheap apple shampoo anymore. It’s fucked up.”
“Eren Jaeger, I love you— even more than I hate you.” Jean nipped at Eren’s bottom lip as the other boy laughed and reached to grasp the back of Jean’s neck, pulling him in closer, kissing him now, for the first time in weeks.
Clapping reverberated through the room— the acoustics making it more pronounced. When had the door opened? Jean let their lips linger for a second, turning his gaze behind Eren’s shoulder where Ymir and Sasha stood, hands clasped dramatically over their hearts.
“Finally, I thought my tits would sag to my hips before you two confessed to each other,” Ymir said around a mouthful of nutter butter cookies.
“Especially with you two fucking every other day. You guys have basically been dating for months already.” Sasha sounded genuinely happy for them. Jean’s eyes sharpened into a glare.
Eren nipped at the skin of Jean’s neck before stepping back, hands falling from where they had been holding onto Jean. “Let’s go, blondie, we got a song to finish.”
Jean knocked his shoulder into Eren’s as the boy walked off to his drum set, his usual sneer replaced with a wide grin that had Sasha fake swooning into Ymir’s arms. Eren simply winked as he settled down into his seat.
Maybe being in love with Eren Jaeger wasn’t as absurd and tragic as Jean had made it out to be.
Today marks our very first Fic Rec Friday! We are super excited to be kicking things off on this blog, so we picked a ship that both of us are always excited about and created a list of some feel-good fics that will make your Friday a little brighter. Happy reading!
Erejean/Jeanere + Modern AU
Language Barrier by c0cunt
rating: G
warnings: None
word count: 958
status: Complete
other info: Deaf!Jean, ASL, College/University
summary:
Eren tries so hard to talk to Jean directly. It doesn't work as planned.
Prompt: EreJean, when words aren't enough
Here’s to the Time You Loved Him by Azturial
rating: G
warnings: None
word count: 1,055
status: Complete
other info: Eren Yeager has Heterochromia Iridum
summary:
Here’s to the downs. Here’s to the shouts and the fear and the breakups and the cold nights without him beside you. Here’s to the ups. Here’s to the anniversaries and the smiles and his hands between yours. Here’s to his beautiful eyes and your cranky humor; to your thin patience and his dumb jokes.
Here’s to the story you never thought you would write.
suck it (and see) by mayhemcauses
rating: T
warnings: None
word count: 2,517
status: Complete
other info: Smoking, Pre-Slash, College/University
summary:
In which Jean and Eren meet due to a bad habit.
how to disappear completely by hellkeeper
rating: T
warnings: None
word count: 9,541
status: Complete
other info: Coffee Shop AU, Radiohead, College/University
summary:
In which Eren and Jean hate the living shit out of each other, but some how manage to find something to call their own.
Call and Answer by Lys ap Adin (lysapadin)
rating: E
warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Warnings
word count: 2,362
status: Complete
other info: Smut, Beware of Feels
summary:
For reasons known only to himself, Jean's always the one Eren calls.
Eren calls him at a quarter of twelve, forty-five minutes after Jean switches his bedside lamp off and maybe twenty minutes after he falls asleep.
No Rest for the Wicked by robotsharks
rating: E
warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Warnings
word count: 2,946
status: Complete
other info: Sexting, Alcohol, Smut, Frottage
summary:
Jean has been flirting with Mikasa for a few weeks and he thinks she’s into him (she’s not) so he decides to send her a sext while he's drunk, but he accidentally sends it to Eren.
Apropos of Everything by lavenderprose
rating: T
warnings: None
word count: 5,063
status: Complete
other info: Military, Established Relationship
summary:
As Armin closes the camera, their friends are in the kitchen cutting into a cake that just says Congratulations. With so many things to celebrate, it's really the only appropriate thing.
(In which Eren is a soldier, Jean copes with being an ocean apart, and their friends are a saving grace.)
house of gold by dizzyondreams
rating: G
warnings: None
word count: 1,095
status: Complete
other info: Domestic Fluff
summary:
Jean rose with the sun on Tuesday, leaving Eren snoring away against the mattress as he wandered into the hall, cracking his knuckles and yawning loudly.
Welcoming for Strangers by thanatopis
rating: M
warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Warnings
word count: 6,389
status: Complete
other info: Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension
summary:
Eren Yeager and Jean Kirstein have known each other since high school and have very little good things to say about one another. So when Jean comes back from his trip abroad in France, old things are rehashed despite Eren not wanting them to be.
Basically, Eren and Jean are immature twenty year olds.
Fucking Aries by ShingekiNoThatAss (DapperJuniper)
rating: T
warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Warnings
word count: 2,509
status: Complete
other info: Roommates, Hipster Jean, Platonic Jean/Marco, Fluff
summary:
Eren gets a bit curious about his roommate's blog and decides to make his own after seeing some things that hint at the latter's feelings for him.
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rp sentence starters using lines from amrit brar’s series , shitty horoscopes
part one ( 1 - 5 ) / part two ( 6 - 12 )
“ let the record show that they were ill-equipped to deal with you. ”
“ you’ll be fertilizer regardless. ”
“ might as well have interesting stories for the dirt. ”
“ there is an exhaustion that comes with living. ”
“ fear is the absence of understanding. ”
“ horror is the act of understanding perfectly. ”
“ your love will always be rooted deeper than any grave. ”
“ you’ve long seen your downfall spelled out in another’s bones. ”
“ the victor spoils, the loser learns. ”
“ the body is rot waiting to happen. ”
“ you will never have loved for nothing. ”
“ quiet reflection is next to impossible. ”
“ you inspire me to be better! a better ‘what’ is up for interpretation. ”
“ we don’t know where you came from. ”
“ we need you to go back. ”
“ the dark doesn’t intend to hurt you. ”
“ i lived better when i was ignorant of the sun, tucked away in your chest. ”
“ and then there’s saying ‘fuck it,’ and doing what you may. ”
“ if only it were easy! to wish and want for nothing. ”
“ if only you weren’t less human for it. ”
“ in the end there is no blaze of glory. ”
“ die due to carelessness. ”
“ in the span of your life there’s plenty to avoid. ”
“ you are dazzling and terrifying. ”
“ those words are not as removed from one another as you may think. ”
“ pick a place and die there. ”
“ i know you mean well. ”
“ may fortune favor the fuckups. ”
“ remarkable that one plane of existence can host so much, and so little, distance. ”
“ learn when it’s best to bite your tongue. ”
“ temper the nest of hornets in your loveless mouth. ”
“ i worry. ”
“ time sours, rots, renews, sours again. ”
“ grief and growth live hand-in-hand. ”
“ sleeping, like dying, delivers you from one world to the next. ”
“ rest in crypts and wake in gardens. ”
“ make room for small, fragile things. ”
“ you win some, you lose some, you lie, cheat, and swindle some. ”
“ stranger things have happened. ”
“ you are happening all the time and should probably stop. ”
“ let none be the noose. ”
“ take what you can and run. ”
“ gratuitous violence : selfish, satisfying, heartbreaking, and so like everything else you love. ”
“ understanding builds bridges. ”
“ there is a variety of sadness that makes a home in your guts and never quite leaves. ”
“ being loathsome and lovely in equal measure is probably a talent. somewhere. ”
“ why fear the dead, when you can fear the living? ”
“ if you’re forging your own path, be prepared to light your own pyre. ”
“ you can’t wrestle apologies from the sea or the sun. ”
“ you were a plague none were prepared for. ”
“ assholery is incurable, unfortunately. ”
“ no one’s going to notice the difference between you pushing dandelions or daisies so leave them something worth talking about. ”
“ you aren’t obligated to be anyone’s cure. ”
“ soothe what you can, fight what you can’t. ”
“ devour the monsters and you can call any place home. ”
“ you’re only as lucky as your expectations are low. ”
“ worse than having too many secrets is having no secrets at all. ”
“ killing the monsters is the easy bit. it’s finding them that’s the hard part. ”
“ there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters. ”
“ your humanity is the largest burden you will bear. ”
“ but you have seen yourself in the mirror. ”
“ even spectres can tire. ”
“ it pays to kill with kindness. ”
“ you’re your own worst enemy. ”
“ you’re only armed to the teeth because you’re more brittle than you’d care to admit. ”
“ your ego cannot afford cremations or caskets. ”
“ whether you like what you see is up for debate. ”
“ whether it can be contained in a dark basement is another matter entirely. ”
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rp sentence starters using lines from r.h. sin’s work , rest in mourning.
“ you’re going to overthink yourself into oblivion. ”
“ who were you before the nights when madness plagued your soul? ”
“ you’ve gotten so much better at disguising your anguish. ”
“ sometimes we wear masks for so long, to hide what we truly feel, that those layers become an extra skin. ”
“ your reflection is the lie. ”
“ even the strongest heart gets broken. ”
“ even the strongest soul feels weak. ”
“ you’d like to hide the truth that lives deep within you. ”
“ you can be honest with me. ”
“ i won’t judge you. ”
“ aren’t you just holding on to ghosts? ”
“ you’re the only one that cares as much as you do. ”
“ you’re in love with the person they’ve promised to become. ”
“ you’ll get plenty of the things you try your hardest to avoid. ”
“ i hope you find what you deserve. ”
“ what you demand is never too much. ”
“ you’re expecting those things from the wrong person. ”
“ nothing good has happened. ”
“ your own vulnerability becomes your worst enemy. ”
“ these words are often used by people who are just bored. ”
“ their words have never matched their actions. ”
“ __ has often let you down. ”
“ maybe it’s for the best. ”
“ everything is perfect when read on a mobile device. ”
“ those lies are spelled out with everything you’d like to hear. ”
“ for some reason you apologize. ”
“ don’t trust words. ”
“ even the devil appears kind behind the right wording. ”
“ there is a certain amount of value locked within every word. ”
“ silence is what i’ll provide. ”
“ nothing is what you deserve. ”
“ i just sit here thinking about all the hateful things you’ve said to me. ”
“ everyone is in pain. ”
“ the wrong person will steal your time and strip you of your youth. ”
“ everyone has a breaking point. ”
“ i think our demons were the same. ”
“ i see god in the details of your existence. ”
“ heaven is in reach whenever you’re close to me. ”
“ i hate how much pain your heart has known. ”
“ i’d like a place in whatever space you choose to exist. ”
“ a player is just a nicer way of calling a man a whore. ”
“ flirting is not giving someone consent. ”
“ what is lost will be replaced. ”
“ there is rest in mourning. ”
“ relationships are more like hell. ”
“ the hatred is hard to ignore. ”
“ you pretend to be happy. ”
“ smiling becomes an emotional lie. ”
“ when it ends, let it end. when it’s over, let it be. ”
“ don’t think about what you lost. ”
“ you’re not missing anything but the bullet. ”
“ my blind devotion has made me your fool. ”
“ i’ll move on eventually. ”
“ loving you was too draining. ”
“ the truth will always reveal itself. ”
“ none of this gets easier, we simply become stronger. ”
“ the scars that are left tell painful stories of victory. ”
“ i lost the essence of who i was while trying to be everything you wanted me to be. ”
“ true happiness is in letting go. ”
“ true love is already within you. ”
“ my greatest mistake was believing you. ”
“ i just wish you’d notice me. ”
“ we try our hardest to hide our hurt with a smile. ”
“ i’m not ready to give up on what i deserve. ”
“ i no longer needed you. ”
“ to gain you have to lose. ”
“ i could never do the things you did to me. ”
“ i could never lower myself to that level. ”
“ sometimes what we really need is to let go. ”
“ i got tired of being the victim. ”
“ i wanted to be my own hero. ”
“ you were incapable of saving me. ”
“ i wish i could exchange my memories of you with something worth remembering. ”
“ sometimes i think these words will be my last. ”
“ i almost gave up on myself. ”
“ you gave up on me. ”
“ let yourself be upset. ”
“ this is how you move on. ”
“ you’ve been waiting for something that won’t occur. ”
“ you weren’t able to provide what i needed. ”
“ not everything is what it appears to be. ”
we are always open and accepting prompts. there is no specific date or time. so if you have an idea or a request for your favorite ship or character, send it our way as long as you read our prompt guidelines first.
remember to include your desired fic rating going by the ao3 scale. and if you ask for an explicit fic, the characters must be of age or aged-up, and you yourself must be 18+.
Prompts can be sent it at any time, but we’ll only answer one to two per week.
We’re aiming to post on Sundays for prompts we write together, and for weeks where we each do separate prompts we’ll post one on Wednesday and one on Thursday.
