eight percent

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EIGHT PERCENT — msby4 scifi au : ongoing

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CHAPTER 19 IS LIVE

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47313442/chapters/160900261

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chapter 19 is slow moving but here’s an atsuhina snippet!

"God, you're such a tease."

"Tell me something I don't know."

"I want to take you back to our room. I want to take you apart with my hands. I want you to let go—really let go. And I want you to cum so hard you pass out underneath me."

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An update will be coming soon I fear….

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“help” is my favorite way to say that something is funny. like hey i laughed at this post can you save me

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Last year I doodled @starglossie 's Atsumu from her fic eight percent (pls pls PLS GO READ!) and I finally got to do a more polished version.

I love him 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

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eight percent ch. 17 ; excerpt

it's been a while since i've posted on here. but i figured i'd share my favorite scene of the chapter which is meian shugo being aboslutely sexy and commanding for his team.

Meian strode in with his shoulders rolled back. His head held high. He stopped in the middle of the swirling chaos. His eye glanced left. Glanced right.

“Agents.” Meian was a herald. His voice; the necessary anchor. The agents buzzing in a frenzy stopped in their tracks. Every head turned towards Meian. Sakusa watched as instinct took over. As people immediately turned their hearts and ears towards their commander.

“Now is not the time to panic. We will figure out how our security was breached. We will find a solution. And we will deal with this attack on our base. Treat this like any other mission where the unexpected occurs. With resilience and fortitude.” Meian regarded the agents before him. His voice was clear, steady. “Remember: we are agents of MSBY for a reason.”

“Yes, sir!”

"What do we do when someone holds our feet to the fire?”

“We burn them with us!”

“What do we do when our backs are up against the wall?”

“We smash the wall!”

“And what do we do when someone gets the wrong fucking idea that they can mess with us?”

“We give them hell!”

“Good,” Sakusa didn’t have to use his powers, didn’t have to see Meian’s face, to know his leader was proud. To know his leader was creating faith from dust, making it into something valuable like hope. Something for each and every agent in this room to carry on their way out.

Meian’s back was broad, strong. Unwavering in the straightness of his spine; in the way he carried himself with authority and power.

Meian was their commander for a reason.

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— Chapter 16 is here ! We have reconciliations and reckoning!

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chapter sixteen is finished and ready to be published after some edits are made 🤭

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Posted to Twitter but here as well — a little miya angst for a chapter 16 preview :)

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Commissioned @mysterioustrumpet for this amazing sketch of eight percent hinata I am CUHRYINGGGG

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eight percent | chapter 15

“We’ve been friends since we entered MSBY. Fought together. Nearly died together a million times. You know all my horrible secrets and I know yours. You’ve loved me in a way that I don’t think anyone else will ever come close to imitating. You love me so hard it suffocates me. But I find I don’t care. I’ll choke. I’ll be smothered if it’s underneath you. I’ve been pinned by your gravity and that is nothing—nothing compared to the weight of your love. I feel it. I don’t know what to do with it.” “I don’t deserve your love,” Hinata muttered. Weak, broken, wrecked.

READ CHAPTER 15 HERE

READ FROM CHAPTER 1 HERE

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another sneak peak of chapter 15 !

“I don’t deserve your love,” he muttered. Weak, broken, wrecked. Atsumu’s breath hitched. He swallowed past the scratchiness in his throat. Felt a burning in his eyes. It’s over. It’s over. It’s over. “I don’t. Because you love so purely and so openly and I have no idea why it’s me, of all people, you want or why it’s me, of all people, you love because you could have anyone you wanted. It shouldn’t be me.”

“Sho, are you serious?” Atsumu gripped Hinata’s face in the palm of his hands. Forced the other man to look at him. 

Hinata was a mess. His cheeks were red and splotchy. His eyes were wet with the verge of tears. Atsumu pressed his thumbs along the patches of red. Hinata was beautiful, even like this. 

“Who said you weren’t worthy? Who gives a fuck about whether you deserve it or not? If you want me, have me.”

“It’s not about that,” Hinata shook his head. Squeezed his eyes shut. “It’s not. I just—you. I’m not. Being friends would hurt less,” he croaked. “If something happens-”

“Then we work on it together. We fight through it, together.” Atsumu pressed. He hoped his stubbornness would prevail. He hoped his worthless, ruddy, pathetic desires would succeed. “Like we always have. Every challenge we’ve faced, every danger we’ve battled, we’ve done it together. And we’ve won. I want you, Sho.”

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A little sneak peak of chapter 15 !!! in the WORKS WOOOO

Their kiss changed his mind. 

Hinata froze, at first. Immobile like a statue while Atsumu curled his hands around his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. Desperately. Wanting beyond want for Hinata to return his affection. Pressing his lips against the slot of Hinata’s mouth hoping Hinata would kiss him back. 

Please. Please.  Atsumu begged. His heart roared loudly in his ears. His hands trembled. Don’t let this be something I’m feeling alone. Please- 

Then, as if dawn had broken, Hinata melted. As if a cloud had burst, bringing with it a revelation. 

Hinata had relaxed into the touch. Sighed so soft only Atsumu’s mouth could taste it. Sighing as if he released whatever held him back right there and then. 

Atsumu licked his lips. His mouth still tingled. As if the ghost of the kiss had come back to resurrect itself so Atsumu could never forget how it felt. Not like he would even if he tried. 

Hinata had kissed Atsumu back without mercy. He kissed Atsumu like he was starving. Like he ached to have all of Atsumu inside of him and around him and-

Then he bolted. 

As quickly as the kiss happened, it ended.

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back on my eight percent writing bs and chapter 14 starts off like this

“Damn. You look like shit, bro.” “Fuck off and die, Atsumu.”

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I’m still here tbh

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eight percent - msby4 au - ongoing

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