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[kuutardo4e]

☾ ݁ ‧ ✧ ˖ ⠀ ̣̣̣͙ oath?영원 月 she.they , intj ! 𐙚 𝓝𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷. 𝟐𝟒 'cause my love is mine , all mine 𓂂𓏸 about?! ◌⃝ 🃏 ‧₊˚ 𓂃౨ৎ

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[azaablue]

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

[kuutardo4e]

As more than just a call x suo (wind breaker)

SYN : he breaks up with you over the phone

❛𝓝𝓪𝓿𝓲𝓰𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ❜ :: gn.reader 𝜗𝜚 wc(~1.4k) ◌⃝

angst, major spoiler! about suo/current arc

Note: im back in the worst way possible, sorry guys, I have another angst planned for a request, then I'll see where I go !

Days at school never seemed so long before. Yet, none of your friends dared ask how you were doing, never truly. Just like you push your emotions aside, they push their questions away, because there were no good answers to be given anyway. They already knew, it was not a secret how Furin was wandering around town searching for their friends. Your boyfriend. Well, ex-boyfriend now. 

You cut the ringtone of your phone, put it in silence mode for everyone but his contact. Yet, it hasn't ringed once since that night. Every night, you go to sleep with your phone in your hand, hoping it will light up, hoping to hear the song you choose just for him to fill the silence of your room one more time. But you're only left with messages from Nirei or Kiryuu every night instead. You disappeared along with him for them – you found yourself unable to answer any of their texts. 

Rolling on your back, your phone still in hand but staring at your ceilings, you tried your best to chase the tears building in your eyes. You haven't even cried since that night, but it was still fresh in your memory. You still had the conversation word for word, even if it was two weeks ago now. 

"(y/n)," Suo sounded so content, his voice so light that you couldn't help but call his name just as gently. 

"Yes, Hayato ?" 

"Remember when I told you that I'll tell you more about me soon ?"

"Like where you're from ? Or about meeting your mother ?" you asked half dreamily, your head hitting your pillow lightly. 

You've asked him countless questions about him or his family, you've never been to his house either, leaving you to wander a thousand worlds, and another thousand stories, about your boyfriend. The only information you got from him was that he wasn't from here, he was a foreigner. Which didn't surprise you at all, but it was still one thing confirmed in the vast land of unanswered questions he left you in.

"Hum," he nodded on the other side of the line, "well, maybe you'll have to wait a little more before meeting my mother."

Your smile faded away from your face, slipping away slowly as your heartbeats fastened, starting racing in your ribcage.

"I'm leaving," he added lightly, as if his words meant nothing, as if your heart didn't shatter at them. 

"What ?" you asked slowly compared to all the thoughts rushing through your head, despite your vision getting blurry. "What do you mean ?"

Sitting up on your bed, the sudden chilly air brushing your warm skin turned into goosebumps, but it was the least of your concern for now. He was lying again, right ? Playing an ugly prank on you, like he never did. Because teasing was a thing, this was another. 

"We knew it, right ? It wasn't gonna last," he shrugged, but his voice did sound a little lower than a second ago. 

You hate how your head falls silent at his words. You hate how you know it's true. How you felt it for a while now, him silently drifting away, somehow, someway, without being able to put any words on it. You just watched it happen without being able to change a thing, because it was him. Your secretive boyfriend whom you knew, deeply, had no power over. And there you were, accepting the silent tears rolling down your cheeks as he waited for your answer. He didn't pressure you to answer, he never did. He always waited patiently until you were ready to talk, even in the worst scenario. 

"I guess we did," was all you could answer, trying to mask the teary sound of your voice. 

The silence filled the line, you could hear the wind brushing on the other side and almost told him to go somewhere warm in this cold winter. But would he even listen ? Did he ever ?

"I'm sorry," he said after a beat, "I really am." 

"Did you care ?" you whispered, scared he wouldn't answer at all. He was like that sometimes, more than you ever liked it. 

"It wasn't nothing for me either, I promise," he answered just as slowly, and you could almost hear his voice shaking. 

Or was it in your head ? To help you feel better about the boy you loved so deeply leaving without an explanation ? Without knowing him more than that, when he knew you like the back of his hand, from your favorite song to the way you hated yourself sometimes. 

"Don't tell them," he was saying it, stating it, but it still sounds like he was asking you one more favor before leaving forever

And you didn't have the heart to say no. You never had. 

"Hm, of course," you answered slowly. "I won't."

"Promise ?" 

You sniffed, "promise." 

"Thank you."

He didn't hang up. He could probably hear you sniffing on the other side, you couldn't hold your tears back now, the cut he made burning too much, as if he couldn't hold himself back from putting salt in it despite being the more gentle he could. He couldn't pull himself to hang up. 

"I love you ?" you said one last time, without thinking more than that.

You just needed to say it one more time, and he didn't have to answer it – yet, you wished he would. But the silence stretched for a little too long, and you knew it was over for him already. 

"Don't miss me, please," he said instead, and you could imagine the shadow of a smile on his lips. 

"Because you won't ?" the words were heavy on your tongue, half stuck in your throat. 

"Because you deserve better," he stated gently before a shaky breath echoed from his side. "Goodbye." 

The repeating beep coming from your phone echoed for a while after he hung up. It was like all the strength left in you left the second the first one ringed. It kept on ringing, filling the emptiness he left behind, you dare to think, not willingly. It didn't hurt less though. 

You haven't cried since, not once. You didn't talk about it to anyone, like you promised, didn't answer the questions when they were asked. And still, the hurt never stopped, didn't even go away a little bit. It still lingered like a bad burn you can't do anything about besides waiting for it to heal on its own. You don't touch it, but the sight of his jacket hanging on the back of your desk's chair feels like fabric brushing against it. His friends' texts feel like putting water on it except it doesn't help with the pain. 

You just wished you could get over it quickly, without everything around you reminding you of him. But he was everywhere. In the mug you use every morning because you couldn't bring yourself to get rid of it yet. In the jacket hanging on, waiting to be picked up by him, just like you. In the earrings he gifted you a month ago. In the small box that never leaves your desk full of notes he gave you, left for you to find, with kind and loving words. Nothing around you made you feel like you deserved better – you already had better. No-one could ever compete with the way Suo loved you. 

When your phone lit up one more time you almost threw it to the other side of the room. You didn't want to talk, how could anyone not notice now ? The constant lighting infuriates you, because it never came with a sound, reminding you everyday that it was actually over. He wasn't just playing a bad prank on you. He really left. 

'I saw Suo-san today...' 

Your heart stopped at the sight of Nirei's text. You didn't read the rest, you didn't let yourself do it. Instead, your phone hit the wall opposite to your bed before you buried your head in your pillow, tears falling down your cheeks as you finally broke down. 

For the first time in two weeks, you screamed out in your pillow. None of it was fair. You never fully understood Suo, nobody did, but how come Nirei got to see him before he left when you didn't ? You didn't deserve it ? Did the thought hurt him too much ?  It was the first thing that made you think that, maybe, you did deserved better.

Yet, nothing in your mind and soul could think of anyone doing better than him. 

[lovehakie]

praying for everyone in the middle east who’s been hearing and experiencing the missile strikes. please do stay safe and don’t leave your houses unless it’s for something important. even tho the governments are trying to stop the missiles from hitting, shrapnel is still dangerous and can injury you (ie the man in abu dhabi that got hit by shrapnel and died).

and thank you to everyone who sent me kind words of concern, i’ll be sure to stay safe!

[weneeya]

pocketsized ⭒ m.list ⭒ wc. ~500 each (2,5k)

pairing. atsumu, suna, tsukishima, geto, sae x f!reader

prompt. they have a tiny girlfriend (and they love it)

another multifandom!! this time i clearly wrote this for my bestie @kuutardo4e but i wanted to share it with you guys too so please, enjoy!

Atsumu

He probably loved teasing you about it as much as it made him weak in the knees. Having a tiny girlfriend wasn’t especially a criteria for him but when you started dating, he realized how great it was. It wasn’t really difficult to be tinier than him because hey, he was still a professional volleyball player ; saying he was in good shape was an euphemism. But you? Good lord, you were so small next to him.

There was one thing that people weren’t really aware of, but it was that Atsumu was a real simp. He wasn’t necessarily shy about it, he just loved to keep private the way he treated you when you were alone. People saw him as this arrogant guy and always wondered if he was being mean to his partner ; but it was quite the opposite.

One of his favourite thing was how you couldn’t reach the top shelves in your shared apartment. Blame it on him being a show off but he loved to just slid behind you and grabbed it for you. And it was exactly what was happening right now.

You were trying to climb on the counter to grab what you needed up there –you swore he put it so high on purpose, it couldn’t be otherwise. Your knee was on the cold counter, arm up trying to reach for it when you felt a warm surface against your back. You closed your eyes for a second, and before you could do anything, your goal was resting at your height.

An arm slid around your waist as he leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear. “Just ask for help, pretty girl.” And you swore you could hear his grin in the way he murmured this to you. You glanced at him from above your shoulder, your eyebrows furrowed. But of course, it simply made him grin wider.

“Is that how you thank your saviour?” he slowly raised an eyebrow which made you roll your eyes. “I was about to grab it, y’know,” you replied and he slowly shook his head in disagreement. He spun you around in his arms so you would be facing him now. He leaned closer again, his nose brushing yours. “I deserve a proper thank you, don’t I?”

You hated it. Hated how easily he could make you fold, with his stupid eyes and his stupid voice. You just couldn’t resist him in the end, no matter how hard you tried to keep the act. Your hands slid on his cheeks, pulling him closer to you so you could leave a quick kiss against his lips.

“Happy now?” you asked but the way he smiled told you everything you needed to know. “Not even close,” he whispered before pulling you in for another kiss without giving you time to breathe. You giggled against his lips and Atsumu felt like heaven was calling for him. He could die here and now, it wouldn’t matter ; you made him feel like he was graced already.

Suna

His favourite thing to say was that you were pocketsized. He loved trying to hide you in little space like you were just one apple tall –in his eyes, you were. Literally anything to be honest, like a suitcase for example. Oh, he joked so much about taking you with him for his matches overseas by just hiding you in his stuff so no one would notice.

He may tease you about it a lot, but in fact, Suna loved to have such a small girlfriend. For real, he just loved to keep you close and make you disappear in his arms. You were so easily cold and he knew it ; so he usually hid you in his coat so you would be warm and safe. The perfect deal for both of you.

Saying he was a tall guy was almost a joke to you at this point. The worst was every time you wanted to steal any of his clothes. Suna loved to wear baggy shirts most of the time, but if they were baggy on him, they were ridiculously large on you. But you weren’t the type to give up so easily, so after your shower that night, you decided to try to steal another one.

You got out of the bathroom, wearing one of his team’s shirt. You raised your arms up to stretch, the shirt barely revealing your bare thighs. But him? He didn’t miss a second of it. He was laying down on the bed, scrolling through his phone when you walked in. He barely glanced your way but his eyes quickly darted back to you when he saw you wearing his clothes.

He dropped his phone to the side, shifting to sit up on the bed. You met his eyes, surprised by his sudden reaction. “Turn around,” he began to say. “Please, baby,” and you obliged, slowly turning on yourself. You did one or two times, just to make sure, before looking back at him with crossed arms. “Happy?” you asked him.

Something had shifted in his brain. It wasn’t the first time you stole one of his shirts, obviously, but one with his name on the back? That was definitely something he wasn’t used to ; but believe him, he could very easily. He moved from the bed to slowly stood up, walking towards you. A little grin appeared on his lips. “You look great,” he said softly and you raised an eyebrow with a small smile. “Really?”

His hands grabbed your hips before slowly sliding them down until they reached your thighs. The second after, he was pulling you up against him. You gasped slightly, wrapping your legs around him in a reflex to prevent yourself from falling. Your hands rested on his shoulders, you managed to keep your balance. “Yes, really,” he whispered close to your lips.

And before you could say anything, he was laying you down on the bed, his grin growing slowly wider. “But I’m pretty sure you’d look even better without it,” he said right before he crashed his lips against yours. You surely didn’t expect such a reaction from a simple shirt, but you took a mental note for later. Just in case.

Tsukishima

Small or not, his favourite hobby was to tease you. But yes, the fact that you were so small next to him –and he was a giant– was very funny to him.He loved to just rest his arm on the top of your head while acting like he couldn’t see you from up there. He was lucky you loved him because it was close to bullying at this point.

But you weren’t the kind of girl who just let it slide and wouldn’t bite back. Actually, it was something he loved about you. You never missed an opportunity to make fun of how tall he was. It was the usual banter between the two of you and everyone was used to it by now.

There was also this quiet rule that was known by every of their friends ; Tsukishima was the only one who could really make fun of your height. It was his privilege and he didn’t care much if you were okay with it. Well, he wouldn’t necessarily say out loud that he found it annoying when other people did it ; but his face showed more than enough. Exactly like what was happening right now.

You were out with some of your friends and you had convince Tsukishima to come with you. He didn’t really want to be here and he made his best not to be too unsympathetic because he knew it was important to you. But there was this guy, and Tsukki swore he was about to throw hands, and it would be sooner than later if he didn’t stop.

The random guy that your friend brought with her was being a bit too comfortable with you, but Tsukishima was really doing his best to not act like those crazy jealous boyfriends who don’t even let their girl talk to another man. Well, at least it was what he thought until the guy made this joke about how tiny you were and how he could “easily carry you”.

No. No way. That was enough. Tsukki made his way closer to where you stood, casually sliding his arms around your shoulders to bring you closer to him. He left a kiss on the top of your head –which was pretty unusual because he hated any form of PDA. The other boy met his eyes before he chuckled, looking between the two of you.

“Man, are you a giant or something?” he asked but, before he could say anything more, you frowned and cut him short. “Do you have anything else to say? Or are you so boring that you can only joke about height?” And the poor man got clearly taken aback by your sudden harsh tone. It didn’t take him long before finding an excuse to leave the two of you alone.

Tsukishima’s eyes followed him with a dark glare before he felt your hand gently grabbing his own. He looked down to meet your face where you were still frowning. “I’m the only one who can say that,” you said and he couldn’t but to grin. “Sure, that’s your privilege.” And how glad he was to know that you were on the same line.

Geto

He absolutely adored the fact that you were so tiny. It loved the power it gave him ; not in a bad way of course, but because of how easily he could just move you around as he pleased while you tried to fight back without any real will behind it.

He was tired and wanted to go home with you? He would just grab you to throw you over his shoulder like you weighted nothing and leave like it was the most normal thing on Earth. To be honest, you gave up on fighting back ; it was useless and you were well aware of it by now.

Sometimes, when you were on his way while cooking, he would just lift you just a little from the floor to place you on the side so he could reach and grab what he wanted ; and then he would just do the same to put you back in the same place as before. It made you wondered f he saw you like some kind of toy or something.

So you decided that you needed to ask him. You were laying on the couch, Geto on the back while reading a book with you on top of him, scrolling on your phone. You put it to the side, crossing your arms on his chest and resting your chin on top of them. He noticed your eyes from the side as he put his book to the side too.

“Do you see me as a kid, or a toy?” you asked, which made him raise an eyebrow in confusion. You noticed it and decided to explain yourself furthermore. “You’re always moving me around like I’m just a plaything. Seriously, I wouldn’t even be surprised if you began to dress me up like some doll.”

You weren’t really annoyed by that, just a bit confused and maybe slightly unsecure too. You didn’t want him to think about your height like a problem or something like that. A little smile appeared on his lips and it was able to soothe your heart in a second. His fingertips brushed your cheek slowly, sliding down to your chin to make you look up a little.

“I love you exactly how you are, don’t worry about such things,” he said in the most gentle tone you’ve ever heard and you swore you felt your heart melting in your chest. You were about to answer but got cut short by his thumb brushing your bottom lip.

“But now that you mention it, I kinda like the idea,” he murmured with an edge of something different than before. Your eyes widened slightly and it made him chuckle a little. You pouted as he seemed to make fun of you but he brushed it away with a soft kiss. “Come here, doll,” and this time, you really felt your heart exploding. You were so done, but you didn’t mind at all.

Sae

Seeing him on television, people might think that he wasn’t such a tall guy. To be honest, most guy thought they were probably taller than him but it was only because Sae was surrounded by literal giants. But in reality, he was clearly bigger than that. And you couldn’t deny that it surprised you when you saw him the first time. Especially when you were really a small girl.

Sae didn’t really care about your height ; he didn’t care about much things usually except you and football. But if there was one thing he had to mention about your height, it was how it stressed the hell out of him every time you were in a crowd. He knew you could easily notice him among the people but he couldn’t and he hated that.

You were both making your way to this event you really wanted to go to. He wasn’t even sure what it was about but as long as it made you happy, it was good for him. But once you arrived closer to the entrance, Sae noticed how much people were here and he felt suddenly very nervous about losing you in there.

What if you disappeared in the crowd right now? Not that he was scared of being alone, but he didn’t want to imagine what could happen to you. Some creep could think you were alone and who take a chance to hit on you. Worst, you could get kidnapped because of how easily anyone could just throw you over their shoulder. No way.

His hand slid instinctively in your own to bring you closer to his side. You looked up at him, a bit surprised and he glanced around the crowd with a small frown. “Don’t let go. I don’t want to lose you here,” he said loud enough for you to hear, and you couldn’t restrain the smile that appeared on your lips.

“You’re worried,” you teased, pushing him slightly with your shoulder. Yet, you didn’t expect him to squeeze your hand and look your way, still as serious as before. “I am. Don’t joke about it, we don’t know what could happen,” he replied without any real bite behind. Your face softened almost immediately as you got on your tiptoes to leave a soft kiss against his cheek.

“I’ll be careful to not let go,” you reassured him and a light sigh escaped his lips. He was glad you weren’t being difficult about this. Honestly, losing you was probably the biggest fear he had ; and he meant it in every sense of the word. He couldn’t lose you, not in a crowd nor from his life.

[aurora-sadprose]

put down that c.ai thing and read y/n fics like god intended.

[rosesforshoto]

tsukishima kei x reader. fluff. nobody knew you were dating!!! lol just something fun i thought of haha

you groan, hand coming up to rub the side of your head.

the skin there feels tender—sore. combined with the massive headache wrecking you this second, and the scrapes and cuts littering all over your face from when you fell on straight concrete, you’d imagine it wasn’t a pretty sight when you try to give hinata a reassuring smile.

“i am so sorry, i didn’t realize you were there—”

you wave him off. “it’s okay. if anything, i’m the one who should be sorry, i didn’t realize you guys were practicing.”

“a volleyball to the head though,” kageyama mumbles. “you sure you don’t have a concussion?”

you laugh and it quickly turns into a wince, which doesn’t make your next words seem very promising. “the nurse said i’ll be fine. don’t worry.”

as usual, hinata and kageyama start arguing. it sounds like they’re blaming the other but you can hardly pay any attention to it as your head pulses. and it’s getting increasingly overwhelming by the second as the rest of the team circles around your bed.

“hey, guys.”

kageyama stops, with a hand shoved into hinata’s face. “yeah? what’s up?”

“can you get kei in here?”

confusion flits across everyone’s faces, a second of silence until sugawara speaks up. “…tsukishima? yeah we can. what do you need him for…?”

you shrug with your eyes closed. “just figured he should know.”

low murmuring breaks out across the group, only broken when the door to the nurse’s office slides open abruptly.

relief floods you when you see a familiar head of blonde hair above the others. it comes closer and closer, slinking in between the bodies crowding around you. only until he stops behind kageyama and hinata do you hear his voice.

“move. you’re in the way.”

wordlessly, kageyama and hinata untangle themselves, astonishingly quiet. their eyes follow kei walking up to you, comically widening when he cradles your face gently to asses your injuries.

you smile up at him. “sorry, i just asked them to get you. i know you were waiting for me.”

“it’s fine. i heard what happened,” kei says, with a soft voice unheard of by anyone but you. clearly, with the way you can practically hear the jaws dropping to the ground.

kei maneuvers your head around gently, fingers brushing over a scrape on your cheek. “it looks like it hurts a lot. i’ll just walk you home today.”

your hand comes up to hold his. “yeah, maybe a rain check on plans?”

he nods once, a firm one, before returning a small smile of his own. slowly, he releases you before turning to your bedside, packing your belongings with knowing movements.

it’s a sweet moment, it always is when he dotes on you. he doesn’t show it often, but you radiate whenever it happens. your conversation comes across as small mumbles. an atmosphere a little too intimate as the rest of the team watches, eyes completely bugged out.

nishinoya quickly tugs on yamaguchi’s arm. “hey, hey. what’s this? why are they talking like that?”

“he smiled,” kageyama mumbles.

sugawara laughs, a hint of a blush on his face. “i didn’t know tsukishima could be this sweet…”

hinata just keeps staring.

yamaguchi looks at the rest of team, one eyebrow lifted. “you guys don’t know?”

they all shake their heads.

“they’ve been dating for a year now.”

and the entire room erupts into chaos.

[weneeya]

stay close ⭒ m.list ⭒ wc. ~ 150 each (755)

pairing. nagi, kaiser, isagi, sae, rin (blue lock) x f!reader

prompt. they always need to have a hand on you

Nagi

You can never be too far from him. It’s not that he won’t allow you or anything like that, but he just craves your touch like he needs it to breathe correctly. Whenever he’s playing some games on his phone or just trying to take a nap, you have to be in his reach. Most of the time, he just lies on top of you ; and yes, he’s clearly crushing you but he doesn’t care much, he just wants to have you close. Back hugs are also his favourite thing if you’re busy, because he can both hold you and lean against you. His face is always hidden in your neck or in your hair, letting your scent fill all his senses. He doesn’t want to focus on anything else but you sometimes. You bring him so much comfort and warmth, he couldn’t ask for more. Well, except that he always does.

Kaiser

It’s his way of showing to everyone that you’re clearly taken by him and that no one can stand a chance anyway. You’re so pretty and you frequently get hit on when you go out. The second he leaves you alone, a guy tries his luck. He hates it, because how could these bugs even think about talking to you? You’re way out of their leagues, he’s the only one who’s good enough for you. So he always reminds them by keeping his hand on your waist when he’s standing next to you. His thumb brushes your hip. He adored the way you’re flustered every time he leans closer to whisper something in your ear. You’re always so responsive to him, and it flatters his ego all the time. You’re his pretty girl, and you keep on showing it to him. How he adores you.

Isagi

He’s a bit more shy about it, because he’s not used to this. You have the power to awaken things deep inside of his chest and he swears he felt his heart threatening to explode every single time. He wasn’t the kind of guy to be clingy, but you make him want to disappear in your embrace each time you smile at him like he’s the most precious thing in your life. He loves when you hold him, his face nuzzled in your chest where he can listen to your heartbeat. It’s a lullaby to him, and it has the power to soothe him down like nothing else. And if you run your fingers through his hair? Be sure that he will be fast asleep. You’re the safest place he ever had before and he couldn’t have dreamed of anything better than you. He wonders what he did to deserve you. 

Sae

One thing he loves to do with you is just spending time together without necessarily doing the same thing. Your presence is enough for him and if you’re in the same room doing your own thing, it’s perfect for him. You usually lie down on the couch, scrolling on some social media he doesn't really care about. Your legs are resting on his lap while he’s just sitting there, his eyes focused on the book he’s currently reading. He’s holding it with only one hand because the other one is too busy resting on your knee. He’s mindlessly running his thumb over it, and the moment is just so domestic. A quiet peace he could only find with you and nowhere else. You’re his little secret he keeps hidden from the cameras to keep your peace safe. That’s all he asks for.

Rin

Don’t expect to go anywhere without holding his hand. He’s a big guy okay, he won’t get lost or anything ; but he wants to be sure you won’t either. You’re so small next to him, he can’t take the risk of losing you in the crowd. His fingers always slid between yours and he gives your hand a gentle squeeze to remind you that he’s right there. Sometimes, you bring him to some nights out with your friends, and he accepts only because he knows it makes you smile. He doesn’t talk much, he’s too busy listening to your voice. His fingers are brushing your arm slowly, drawing small patterns on your skin as the world around ceases to exist. As long as you’re right by his side, he’s pretty sure he can go through anything he usually hated. You make everything easier, and it never stops to amaze him.

[kuutardo4e]

I love that Kaiser is there just for me <3

[kuutardo4e]

Honestly its so annoying to see people whining about the lack of some type of fic or how characters are portrayed and stuff like that. I mean, if you want something that bad, just do it yourself. If you find something this much annoying, change it and do it how you want it to be done.

People are writing for themselves before they write for you, you just have the chance to have them posting their work. And in this climate, im not surprised some people stop posting what they do, me first, or even desactivate their account. Bc you're not untitled of anything but still kinda expect it without giving anything back, and no likes/kudos are not enough for a writer to continue to write and share. If they dont know you like their work, they'll just stop posting it and will keep it for themselves.

If you didn't liked it that much but still read it, sure, just like it's ok but if you like someone's work, a kind word or a reblog never hurts.

[writercultureis]

Writer culture is writing for the love of the game and not caring about others opinions all while getting upset when no one interacts.

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[kuutardo4e]

Jax (tadc) x reader

SYN : you have a panic attack on an adventure, and you're paired with jax

:: gn.reader 𝜗𝜚 wc(~1.4k) ◌⃝

hurt (?) to comfort, mention of panic attack (reader), jax is bad at comforting people, non est. relationship, jax doesn't like being touch and yet

Note: i wrote that quickly the other day bc it was scratching my brain, jot sure its good, idk if I'll write more with him or just tadc on general but I thought I could post it anyway

Walking behind you with his hands behind his head, Jax was taking great pleasure watching you trying to find the exit first. Yeah, he wanted to win, but it was so rare now to see you that invested in anything – it almost seemed personal.

Jax didn't mind being paired with you. It was always kinda fun. You were a little indifferent compared to what feels like years ago. You don't overreact when he messes up with Gangle anymore, or anyone truly, and he doesn't know if it's because you gave up on her or him – or maybe simply to preserve your own sanity. He doesn't care to be honest, as long as you're not blaming everything on him, he's fine with it. He guesses he is, because it can bother him when you straight up ignore him, but you ignore everyone sometimes. As long as he gets any reaction out of you when he puts spiders in your room, he is happy with it. At least you still talk to him, doesn't matter if it's to scream at him or talk about the unchanging weather.

"You reaaaally wanna win, don't you ?" he dragged his words without picking up his pace, not matching your rapid one at all.

"I guess," you shrugged one shoulder without lifting your eyes from the map Caine provided at the beginning of the adventure.

Yours had holes, but showed you the closed routes, so it wasn't that bad in the end. You wondered how many closed routes Gangle and Zooble went through with their full, blank map.

Your plain answer made him grin, you were the only funny thing in this adventure – since you didn't let him have the map one single time, not trusting him one bit. Even if you mainly answered plainly, he still won a few side eyes –even a death glare ! – and that was enough for him. He liked you. Well, as much as he can appreciate someone now. You were harder to read than when you first arrived, it was hard to even get a smile out of you, or was it just with him ? It wasn't the first time something like this happened, so he didn't put much energy on this. On you in general, beside messing up with you. That's what he likes to think, to tell himself, repeating it until he believes it.

Yet when you tripped because you couldn't watch your steps to save your life today and fell into the deep, black water below the yellow platform you were walking on, the fear on your usually blank face, your shaking eyes made his stomach twist. Without a second thought, he jumped off the platform, following you closely enough to grab harshly on the hand you were extending in hope he'll reach out for you.

At that moment, he realized that, maybe, you didn't give up on him. Maybe someone still chooses him after spending so much time here.

He brought you close to his chest right before you hit the water, but the impact was less painful than the realization.

Jax had no idea how he had the strength to bring you both to the surface, let alone bringing you up to the platform. His breath was ragged even though he knows he can breath underwater, adrenaline pumping blood to his heart as if he really just saved someone from drowning. Sitting still for a second, the realization hits him as his eyes are fixed on his hands as a shaky yet mocking chuckle leaves his lips. That was stupid, nobody can die here. That's kinda the point. You're just trapped.

Jax jumped when your gloved hands grabbed roughly on the back of his overalls. His breath caught in his throat for a second, pure panic running through his veins, until he heard you breathing a little too quickly, too ragged, like you didn’t know how to do it anymore. Your shaking hands claw on him like a life line, not able to catch your breath and he swears there's tears in your cartoonesque, spiraling eyes.

Turning around to check on you fully, he didn't have the time to say a word that you made your way between his thighs, gripping on him again. He's shaking, and he hates that it took him a second to realize. His skin is crumbling under your touch. Hating the feeling of your skin on his, his first reflexes is to push you away with his hands as shaking as yours. It doesn't matter that you're crying. It's heavy, burning even, making him sigh labourly and–

"I was about to die, Jax, I really was about to die, I–"

Your panicked speech brings him back to reality, sort of. His own breathing evens little by little, and his eyes stopped on the small ball you formed between his long limbs. You're shaking more than he is, not that it's a contest, but for some reason, the small thing that you are right now compared to the plain one he's used to brought a protective side out of him.

Gently, and very slowly both for you and him, his arms wrapped around you. Barely at first, he can't even look down at you. He's not sure he'll be able to steady his breathing for real, and still needs to take a few deep breaths in to not just throw you away from him. He hasn't seen you this fragile since you stepped into the circus, it must have been years since he last saw you cry and it quite didn't sit right with him.

So despite his hatred for touch, how uneasy it makes him feel now, he held you closer, and closer, until it felt like he couldn't break your ribs. He could feel your heart beating so fast, as if it could break free from his bones' cage, but the touch of your hands slowly got softer and after a few minutes, he didn't hate it as much.

Only then you started to catch your breath and stopped sobbing so loudly, or babbling nonsense. Instead, your head rested gently in his chest. His heartbeat fastened, his breathing stayed trapped in his throat for a second before he swallowed it and exhaled quietly.

"You're... safe now," he hesitated for a second before speaking, then cringed at himself for actually saying it with a shake of his head.

But despite it all, he hated the way you were shaking right now. It wasn't fun.

So he laid his head gently on yours as you curled yourself closer to him, if that was even possible, and he waited. Waited until you're breathing evens out and you stopped sniffing. Until he could barely feel you move, so he knew you weren't shaking anymore. Waiting until you spoke again to tell him you were ok.

They never came, those few words he was waiting for, and after a while, when he checked to see how you were doing now, he found you with your eyes closed, still resting against his chest. Then his heart beats differently. Faster again, skipping a beat even but he could tell his cheeks felt hotter – not in a bad way.

This pushed him off the edge. Within a second, you were lifted in his arms, limbs hanging off awkwardly but he still made sure to hold your head properly, and he was walking the faster he could towards the exit. Well, where you thought it was at least.

He couldn't manage both the map and you, so he sincerely lost his mind over it before the sight of the rest of them lifted a weight from his shoulders. He didn't waste a second and dumped you in Ragatha's arms.

"Thank God, they're sooooo heavy," he sighed dramatically, not stopping in his tracks and walking through the portal to get back to the circus, ignoring all their lost, wandering eyes.

"Wha–what happened ??" asked Ragatha in a rush, trying her best to match his pace despite your weight in her arms.

"I don't know, they fainted," he shrugged all the way to his hands before resting them behind his head. "See ya !"

But deep down, behind the lazy smile and the unbothered shrug, his heart was still beating way too fast for it to be something he could brush away like this. And he wasn't sure if he was ready to face it or not.

[slttygeto]

the way some people portray satoru here genuinely gives me a headache. i choose to keep my mouth shut because everyones free to do whatever the fuck they want, but good god humanizing the man once in a while wouldnt hurt

[iateerwinsmith]

megumi couldn't help but to fall for his best friend's girlfriend.

He didn't mean to, at first.

He didn't mean to stare

He didn't mean to imagine

He didn't want to think that he'd be much, much better for you

but he did.

oh, he did.

"huh? babe what's that? who the hell is this dante guy?"

yuji asked with that hesitant smile on his face, the four of you were on your lunch break for the day, sweaty and exhausted and you were saying something about how you could rewrite dante's inferno as a "quick physical training sesh" by satoru gojo.

yuji didn't get it, nobara didn't get it, but megumi did, as always.

"inferno as in hell, dante's hell" you tried to explain

"who the hell is dante?"

"hell, i thought it was a restaurant."

"if you guys say HELL one more time it's gonna attract-" you chimed in before megumi cut you off

"it's a book, guys, book reference. dante is a guy, a poet." he said dryly

"yall are dorks." nobara stated, disclosing the argument with an agreeing nod of yuji, tightening his arm around you and tousling your hair playfully.

you had a cute pout on your lips, like a tiny bit of you was upset that your boyfriend rarely understood what you were talking about, he wasn't interested in what you were. almost like he didn't try hard enough.

but megumi tried.

not just tried, he nailed it.

he didn't just like what you liked, he admired it, he genuinely thought that it was interesting, that you were interesting, and some lucky days, you would even ditch your boyfriend to hangout with him instead.

deep down you knew it was a bit wrong, if it wasn't, you wouldn't be keeping it a secret.

but you didn't care that it seemed wrong, you were just... talking.

megumi heard a knock on his door, it was about one hour past curfew and he wasn't expecting anybody, could it be... you?

he opened the door, he tried to comb away his bedhead but failed miserably, he stood there with his usual baggy sweater that he wore to sleep, that thinking about it now, you knew all too well.

it was in-fact you, and you looked a bit different, sad even, his expression softened. he wasn't a guy for touch, but you looked like you needed a hug.

"can I...?"

"yes" he responded immediately.

he should've hugged you when you stepped inside his door, instead, he pressed his palm in on top of your head and- petted you? his cheeks blushed hard when he realized what he had done and when he turned to look at you, you were smiling.

"that's not really comforting you know" you mocked him, already sitting down in his bed like it was yours.

"I kinda need comforting"

did you know what you were doing? you couldn't just be in his bed in your nightgown and say stuff like that. but you weren't okay, and to make you feel better he would clean his mind of all the less then holy things he thought about doing to you at this very moment.

"did something happen?" he asked, still keeping towering over you sat figure.

"bad fight with yuji." you responded, megumi was confused to say the least. out of what he knew about your relationship, you guys rarely ever fought because yuji agreed to whatever just to avoid making a point of his own, and you hated it.

"do you wanna talk about it?"

you nodded, patting he seat next to you in his bed, he swallowed down his fluster and sat.

"well, we rarely fight, you know that, but this time... it was different." you started, megumi was a great listener, better the nobara or your other friends most of the times. he nodded along, never interrupted to ask uncomfortable questions, he just gets it.

"I feel like he puts everyone else first and me last." you stated, that felt like something you were holding onto for a while.

"like im not his priority-"

"like im not important."

you looked to be on the verge of tears, he couldn't bare to see you like that, you came to him for this, vulnerable and sad and he was just gonna sit there like a stone?

he hesitated, but took your hand in his.

you looked down at your intertwined hands, he was shy to make eye contact now.

"did you tell him you felt like that?"

"mhm" you nodded, thumb now starting to caress the back of his hand.

"how did he take it?" his heart was pounding at the simplest gesture, he wasn't used to intimate moments like this, but this was you.

"didn't take it well." you sighed

"he said it was selfish of me to think that. he was just trying his best to always be of help, to always take care of everyone."

"and I agreed, it was selfish."

"but I- I wanted him to be selfish, just once." you continued

"I wanted him to be selfish for me."

that drove shivers down megumi's spine, selfish? really? how could making your girlfriend's needs a priority could ever be considered selfish? his hand in yours tightened in response, he answered

"that's not selfish, at all. he's completely distorting the use of that word-"

he locked eyes at you, you smiled when he said that, you both hated when people used words wrong and talked about it pretty often. your pretty knowing smile almost made him forget what he was saying but he did have something he couldn't keep in.

"if he can't put you first, then he doesn't deserve you."

the end of his sentence brought quiet upon the room, his ears were red, he was in a little bit of disbelief at his own words, you were talking about his bestfriend after all.

he just couldn't help it.

and now neither could you.

"megumi I-" you were left a bit stunned, he was scared, did he mess up that bad?

"thank you, for saying that." your free hand was now at his wrist, crawling its way up his arm, along the popped veins of his limb you could see as the sweater rode up a little.

his heart was pounding, your hand now rested at his shoulder.

"its what I needed to hear"

the distance between the two of you was closing almost subconsciously, his hand in yours, your hand pulling him closer by his shoulder...

you looked up at him, his long eyelashes blinking, he looked nervous, you could almost hear his heartbeat, you tilted his chin up for him to look at you.

"you okay?" you asked, he leaned into your touch with a nod, you looked so beautiful, he didn't know what to tell you

"okay, seemed like you zoned out of a bit" your body leaned back, laying down at his bed and rolling over to your side.

"come here" he just obeyed, laying down next to you in his side, he opened his mouth to say something but nervousness got the better out of him. again.

you shifted closer, taking his hand again just to toy with his fingers, the silence was comfortable and the moment was peaceful. he felt at ease with you and it seemed like you did too. and now you were both pretending that was all it was.

"megumi?"

"hm?" he muttered

"do you wanna come closer?"

your words were like a spell, a hypnotic sound, it made his head spin, he was speechless, again, but you still had those little tears in the corner of your eyes, he knew this was wrong but his body moved on its own, shifting closer to you and pressing your head on his chest, his pulsing chest, real smart.

you leaned your ear on his chest to look up at him with a hint of confusion in your eyes

"your heart is beating really fast..."

he gulped, heartbeats now even faster "I- I guess"

"why are you so nervous?" his fingers found the back of his neck, kneading the sensitive hairs there, your voice almost a sultry whisper, and just like that you made him rock hard.

his voice was muffled, he called your name "what are you doing to me?"

"nothing" you responded.

"liar" his lips almost forming a smirk

"true" your grin had a faux innocent look to it that wasn't fooling neither one of you.

so, it didn't surprise anyone when you climbed on his lap, both minds hazy, vulnerable and dumb. fucking dumb

his breath hitched, he tried to say something but all he was met with was your warm lips against his and your hole body pressing onto him.

"kiss me" you whispered, kissing his neck and biting at his earlobe, which to he obliged, how could he say no?

he pulled you by your neck, devouring your lips in his, other hand already tightly gripping your waist, pining your body to his, you couldn't pull away even if you wanted, even if it was the last thing on your mind right now.

you two were in a frenzy, not a single thought running through your heads as you indulged in your makeout session. megumi kissed you like he was desperate for years, and maybe he was.

he wanted to touch you more, he wanted to feel you but he wasn't sure if you'd let him, would you push him away? he didn't stop kissing you, but his hand was trailing a bit lower from your waist to your ass, he still wanted to ask

"I- Is this... okay?"

you pulled away, eyes full of lust when you looked at his flushed cheeks and felt his hand lower, god he looked ethereal like this.

"you-" you cut yourself off with a kiss to his jaw

"don't haveta" you kept pressing kisses to his jaw as punctuation

"ask."

fuck if that didn't almost made him cum right there.

he flipped you over, making you lay in your back, pining you under him as he kissed you, hungrily, not a tad hesitant anymore. his cock throbbed as you wrapped your legs around him like a needy slut, his rough palm had a mean grip in your ass, too lost in the feeling of you to care about right or wrong but suddenly

"this- this is wrong, right?"

your hand was under his sweater now, gliding over his toned stomach, your eyes were confused, but your body was begging for more

"it is." he spoke in your neck, still relishing on the feeling of you all over him "I guess it's time for you to be actually selfish.

your hand stopped, grabbing at he collar of his sweater and tugging it off him, just as your legs locked around him harder and pulled him in for another kiss.

you knew what you were doing, he was sure of it now.

as all guys did, yuji had done his fair amount of sharing when it came to your intimate life.

he'd feign disinterest as his bestfriend rambled about how hot you were, how good you were in bed, how you looked, how you felt

and he shrugged him off like he wasn't jerking off thinking about it later.

he not so carefully humped his length pressing against your inner thigh and when he broke the kiss to look down at you; his hand was almost leaving a mark at the skin of your now exposed ass since your nightgown rode up. showing off just the lacy part of your soaked panties in the front, he couldn't help himself.

he pressed his free hand in your belly, enjoying the feeling of your body under his before asking, again

"can I?"

your hand found the back of his head again, grabbing his hair with that shameless smile that yuji described so vividly.

"you know you don't have to ask, right? I meant it."

he blinked as if he couldn't believe you were real, that you were saying that. fuck, you were the death of him.

he tugged your flimsy nightgown off, kissing all over your body like you were meant to be worshipped, you enjoyed the sight of his lean, dense muscles on his back as he continued kissing you.

his much bigger hand was pressing warm against your inner thigh, fingers just threatening to push your panties to the side and feel how tight you were, how wet you were for him.

"do I have to say please?" your murmur caught him off guard. you left him speechless again, and if this couldn't get any better

"please megumi" you voice dripping with lust in his ear "finger me, fuck me..."

"make me feel better"

he gulped, again, if he wasn't so lost obliging to your pleas, plunging one finger slowly inside your dripping hole, he wouldn't have bothered in creaming right there.

"ah" you gasped slightly at the stretch, it was just one finger, how sensitive were you?

his free hand spread your glistening folds, aiming for that sensitive bud that he's found already swollen, rubbing rushed circles on it

"more" you whined, back arching off the bed as he adds a second finger, your nails dig into his shoulder as you squirmed at another stretch, pulling his face close to you again, you kissed him as he thrusted his fingers up your cramped walls, swallowing those slutty moans you were letting out.

he picked up the pace and broke the kiss, just to watch your face twist in pleasure, your legs closing around his hand at the stimulation began overflowing you.

you couldn't hold it in anymore "nghhh megumi I-" his head lowered, his body too, kissing down your navel as he latched his lips into your clit, sucking harshly

"s-shit!" you hissed in pure pleasure, your brows knitting together and tugging at his hair, he loved that, he went faster, harder, until the sound of his fingers pumping in and out and your moans were consuming the whole room.

"s' too much!!" your eyes tested up in pleasure, you gradually did during sex but more so when you were about to come, and of course, yuji told him exactly that. therefore, he didn't stop until your legs were twitching and your syrupy release coated his tastebuds as he pulled his fingers out and pushed his tongue in, swallowing every drop of slick that came out of you like it was his last meal on earth.

his chin was dripping, mouth red and a bit swollen, he eased his fingers in his mouth, getting one last taste of you before hovering up again. God, he looked like a dream.

"you cried." he stated, using his thumb to collect the teardrops under your eyes

"I always cry. get used to it." you bit back at the small condescension

"think I could do just that."

with that you rolled over to sit of his lap, again, now feeling just how much harder he got if that was any possible, you started to tug down at his sweatpants before he interrupted

"eager much?" he teased you, and if he wasn't to fucking hot under you with that smirk you would've gotten way more pissed.

"do I have to buy you dinner first?"

you mocked him

"I just ate..." he said looking down at your naked body, fuck you were a sight.

you chuckled "cheeky" you kissed him again "did we settle this? can I fuck you now?"

"have at it" his pupils were blown wide as you tugged his sweatpants and boxers off. looking down at how big he was.

you wanted to jump on him immediately, not only was he big and long it was pretty, perfect, clean, shaven and wet-

"got a condom?" you asked, smearing the wetness dripping from his tip over him, his eyes were already half lidded just at that.

then his cheeks burned in embarrassment. no, he didn't have any condoms, because he was a big virgin whose expectations of getting laid were nuclear. until today.

"um..." he hesitated as if he was trying to remember if he did "no"

"what kinda guy doesn't have any- wait a second..."

you quickly put the pieces together and megumi just watched with his eyes wide open and hole face burning.

"oh megumi..." you sat at his lower thighs, not letting your pussy get too close yet, cradling his cheek as he looks away from you, so embarrassed.

you pressed soft kisses to his cheek, then his lips, comforting more then teasing, even if you were still stroking his aching cock

"i'll pull out, I promise-"

"megumi" you stopped him "you don't even know how hard that is"

fuck, he really doesn't. "you're not on anything?"

you nodded your head no, you hated the pill, you never done it raw before and you know they say the day-after pill is bad for you but just once wont hurt... right?

"fuck it." you kissed him hungrily, already hovering over his lap just to press the tip of it in, and it was already too much.

you squirmed trying to relax, trying to lower yourself down on his fat dick. "need help?" he whispered teasingly in your ear, you would've bit back if you weren't desperate for it, you nodded.

he thrusted his hips up, making your tiiight cunt nestle him deep inside you, earning a soft cry from you as you finally sat down on him.

his head tipped back, you pussy hugged him so tight he almost whimpered when you started moving, trying to contain his own moans from slipping out.

your tits and ass bounced with every bounce of your body on him, fuck you were too good at that indeed, he spotted the wet tears forming as you grinded on his cock, rubbing it deep in your tummy he could see the bulge.

he pressed his palm on your lower belly, which made you whimper and go back to riding his cock like you were desperate for it.

"fuck!! 'gumi its so- nghhh" he couldn't help the small sound that came out of his lips, he blushed, still shy, but you loved it

"yea? you like that?" you teased him, hands tugging at his hair just how you picked up he liked it.

"p-perfect-" he managed to breathe out, as a moan, it almost made you come at the sound, your fingers finding your swollen clit as you felt your legs starting to go numb

he watches you touch yourself so greedy to cum like that, such a little whore just wanting to cum all over his dick like that?

"no." he pulled your hand away, it made you whimper in retaliation before he replaced it with his own, thrusting his hips up, hitting just where you wanted it

"fuuuuck!" you moaned, tears rolling down your cheeks as he picked up pace "t-there I-"

he had to gather everything in him to not come before you, but those moans, your body, your face, it was too much

he went faster and faster, he saw your legs closing and quivering again, it was getting too much for you so he knew you were about to cum soon.

when you finally did, it felt like something else. it was mind numbing, and he didn't stop, he dragged every moan out of you like he was determined to wake everyone up. then you felt it, him spilling inside you.

it was a new feeling to you since, you've never really done it raw before. you couldn't risk it, you weren't on birth control.

but feeling him pant in your ear as he pulsed more and more cum inside you every second made you wanna do it everyday.

you felt so fucking full.

and you wanted to stay like that forever.

when you laid down next to him in exhaustion, there was a lot dripping out of you, the sight made both of you hazy.

without second thought, megumi pressed one leg of yours over your chest so he could eye his work clearly.

no warning, he pushes two fingers inside your oozing pussy and pushed his cum back inside

you were clawing at his back, worn out and overstimulated but he just couldn't help it.

he pulled his fingers out, licking them clean again.

"oh god." you pressed your forearm into your face, trying to calm your heartbeat down

"you okay there?" you looked over at megumi who looked ducker out of his mind, he answered with a nod, before pulling you close to him.

"can't believe that prick kept you all to himself all this time..."

you elbowed him, the tease still made you curl your lips into a smile.

for a while, you just laid there. listening to each others breathings even out, a moment so intimate but so comfortable to him it was surprising

because it was you.

the girl of his dreams.

both of you were knocked out of your peace with loud bangs on the door

"fushiguro!!" a familiar voice echoed from the hallway

"where the HELL is my girlfriend?!"

a/n: everyone is of age in this, no creepy shit <33

[kuutardo4e]

I did a year recap on another account, should I do one here too ? Would you guys like it ?

[beybuniki]

todoroki brothers for @blzeofglory :)

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haruka reads my hero academia

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they've known each other for like 3 weeks but they are best friends