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Where - Oikawa Toru x GN! Reader

A/N: This is a part of my new series “The Big Questions”. As a side note, they are all stand-alone fics, not related to each other, just connected through the idea of them each being based off of the prompts “Who, What, Where, When, Why, and How”

TW: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Slight swearing

The convenience store 2 blocks from your house had always been a special place to you. Especially since that was where you’d always meet your best friend.

Who was also your biggest annoyance.

You’d known Oikawa Toru since the two of you were in elementary. Your mom and his were friends with each other and both your older sisters became best friends when they were little. 

Which meant that your families hung out together a lot, whether it was your sister babysitting you two so Oikawa’s sister could come over too, or visa verse, it resulted in you two coming into contact a lot. 

Eventually, the two of you got older and would get tired of the older siblings and adults, and would wonder off. In the beginning, you two were only allowed out a half-block past the house. But as you both grew, that distance got wider, until eventually, in your 2nd year of middle school, you were allowed as far as the convenience store.

You two would hang out there all the time. It was where you would get every celebratory ice-cream after Oikawa’s victories, and where you would go whenever you needed a cheap bowl of ramen after failing a test.

The store employees all knew you and Oikawa by name, and would ask where the other was if only one of you came in.

It was your store. Yours and his. It would always be that way.

-

“I said one ice-cream, not ten!” you exclaimed, seeing the setter with his arms full of assorted frozen desserts.

“But I couldn’t choose! I’ll share some with you if you like!” he said, trying his best to sound like a little kid.

You shook your head. “Nope. I will get you...” 

You stop to grab a random treat from his arms, 

“This one. There, I made the decision for you, now put the rest back.” 

The brunette pouted again, but you were having none of it.

“No. That’s not working on me, ToTo.” you stated firmly.

“Hey! Don’t call me that!”

“Then stop acting like a child and put the rest of that back before it melts and I have to pay for all of it!” you shot back.

Begrudgingly, the teen put back all the sweets he’d procured, walking back to you with a huff.

“You could’ve at least gotten 2 or 3 of them...” he muttered, just loud enough for you to hear.

“Hell no. If I let you eat that many sweets before a game, Iwa will have my head.” you stated, shivering at the thought of gaining Iwaizumi’s ire.

Iwaizumi Hajime had become your friend soon after you met him. He was able to put up with Toru’s bullshit and help keep him in line, and you respected the hell out of him for it. Was he sometimes a bit too harsh? Sure, but Oikawa kind of deserved it, seeing as he could be a real ass when he wanted to be.

The brunette beside you seemed to get a chill up his spine at the thought of Iwa getting upset with him.

“Nevermind! One is plenty!” the tall male stated, having changed his tune after being remind of his teammate’s temper.

“Good.” you said, glad to have him on the same page.

After getting your drink and Oikawa’s ice-cream, you made your way to school. Toru had a match the next day against Karasuno, and it was a big one.

“I am going to destroy that stupid little prodigy and his shrimp.” Oikawa seethed, suddenly looking serious.

“Him and that dumb little shorty are not getting in my way. I’m going to win against Ushiwaka, if it’s the last thing I do.” 

You snorted, breaking Toru out of his focus.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, offended by your laughter.

“It’s just you. I’m not used to seeing you so serious off the court. It’s a bit funny, especially when you’re holding a strawberry ice-cream in your hands while giving a death glare to the sidewalk.” you chuckled.

“I can be serious!” Oikawa shouted, sounding like a petulant child.

You laughed again. “Yeah, and pigs have wings.”

Toru huffed, turning and walking away from you like the drama queen he was.

He would never admit it, but Toru liked how you never gave into his shit. You never fell for his tricks or charms, and it was refreshing. He could be himself with you. You and Iwaizumi were the only people he didn’t have to worry about letting down or disappointing. Sure, he loved the praise and the limelight, but the rest of the world just liked his face, skill, and fell for his charisma (though he couldn’t blame them).

Which was why he loved going to the convenience store with you, occasionally having Iwa tag along. It was like a second home. The shelves of snacks that you and he had tried all of; the smell of freshly made food for the hot case; even the chill that always came from the freezer section, it was all so familiar and comfortable. He knew he could always rely on lifting his spirits there, especially if you were beside him.

That was...until he lost to Karasuno and lost his chance to go up against Shiratorizawa.

You were there for the game with your big sister who was in town. You’d seen the whole thing. 

Your first instinct had been to rush to Toru and Hajime and hug them as tight as you could until the tears came down... but you held back.

You knew that trying to console them now would be hard. Oikawa hadn’t seen you there, and you had planned to surprise him and Iwa after they won, like saying ‘I say the whole thing! You guys were amazing!’

But you knew if they found out that, on top of losing, you were also there and saw the whole game, it would likely just hurt their prides.

So, you stayed back, waiting until they were out of the double doors of the gymnasium. Slowly, you and your sister made your way back to her car. You caught a glimpse of the Aoba Josei team, but quickly pulled your sibling further into the crowd before any of the team could spot you.

You went home that night, tired and teary eyed as you laid on your bed. 

You knew how much Toru and Iwa had practiced and worked for the chance to play against Ushiwaka again, and how much beating Karasuno meant to them, especially Oikawa. You were heartbroken for them.

Knock Knock Knock

That was weird. Who would be visiting your house at this hour? Your parents were out on a date night and your sister was staying at a hotel. 

You grabbed a heavy flashlight and your phone before carefully walking down the stairs to the front door.

Knock Knock

There came the same sound again. You slowly peeked outside the door only to see...

“Hey.”

It was Toru. 

He looked awful

He was dressed in black jogging pants, a plain white t-shirt with a blue hoodie jacket, and his favorite pair of adidas sandals. His eyes were a bit red and puffy, as was his nose.

“Hey, you don’t look great. You wanna come in?” you asked hesitantly, knowing he was still upset about the match but not wanting to let on that you knew, but also not wanting to remind him of it by making him say why he was upset.

“Actually, you mind walking with me to the store? It’s kind of late and I don’t want to get stabbed.” Oikawa says, letting out a half-hearted laugh and a forced smile. He was trying to hide the pain.

You gave a half-smile in return. 

“Sure.”

You quickly wrote a note for your parents about where you were going, and walked outside, sliding the front door closed.

After a few minutes of unusually awkward silence, you finally speak up just as the convenience store comes into view.

"So... did you wanna talk or someth-”

“I saw you.” the brunette says. There’s no doubt or hesitance. It’s not a question, it’s a stating of a fact. 

“What do you mean?” you ask, trying to play dumb.

“I saw you dragging your sister through the crowd after the match. I’d know you both anywhere.” he stated.

You sighed, knowing that the jig was up.

“How much of the game did you see?” he asked, not looking at you.

“All of it.” you say plainly. There was no point trying to deny it.

By the time the words leave your mouth, you both are at the entrance. Oikawa opens the door for you silently, which you step through and quietly thank him.

“So you saw everything?” he asked once inside and after nodding at the lone employee behind the counter who had looked up only to see you two and wave kindly before returning to their book.

“Yeah. I did.” you reply.

Oikawa then makes his way to the back of the store, over to his favourite corner which held his precious milk bread and was close to the freezer section filled with ice-cream.

You eye Toru as he remains quiet. His uncharacteristic sullenness being so foreign to you.

Without a sound, you come from behind and hug him.

You feel him freeze before his muscles relax and he turns around bend down and hug you properly.

You feel small drops of liquid soak into the fabric of your clothed shoulder, but don’t say anything. You just keep holding tightly to the boy before you. Eventually, his body gave in, and you both slowly descended to the floor, still embracing the other.

You hear his almost inaudible whimpers and you begin to pat his head gently, whispering words of encouragement.

“It’s ok. You did everything you could. You gave it everything you had. You did so well out there.” you said softly, hoping that you could bring the brown-eyed male some comfort.

It took a few minutes for the boy’s quiet sobs to die down. When they did, he pulled away, only to nuzzle back into your embrace as he re-encircled your form in his arms.

“You mind if we just stay here?” he asked, though it sounded more like a plea.

You chuckled a bit. “As in on the floor of the convenience store?”

Toru nodded. “Just for a bit longer. I like it here.” he stated in a gentle tone.

You smiled softly as you held him closer. “Me too.”

-THE END-

A/N: I was working on this on and off for a few months, and I swear, this gave me so much trouble at first, and now I’m finishing it, even though I have work first thing in the morning!! Anyway, hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading this!

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Between the Lines of Fear and Blame - Gojo Satoru x GN! Reader

A/N: Inspired loosely by the song “How to Save a Life” by The Fray (hence the title). SLIGHT spoilers for ch.78.

TW: Parental Abuse, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Swearing

You hadn't had a good relationship with your father for most of your life.

The man was a well-respected jujutsu sorcerer, having become one of the most powerful special grade sorcerers at a rather young age. He went on to have a highly successful career in saving people and defeating special grade curses.

  He'd met your grade 2 sorcerer mother on a group mission, and they got married a few years later, and they had you about 3 years into their marriage.

The first few years of your life were full of joy and laughter. Your mom taking you to the aquarium while your dad was on a mission; Your dad making you breakfast before walking you to your elementary school; Family outings to the park for picnics. It was the best childhood a kid could ask for.

At least, until a special grade killed your mother when you were 8 years old.

Your father had been away on assignment and had no knowledge of the incident until he returned home.

That day, the loving and kind man you'd always known, vanished. In his place, a bitter and hateful being was left.

Your father immediately started training you to become a jujutsu sorcerer, stating that if you stayed as weak as you were, you'd end up dead just like your mother. The man would drink whenever he could, only ever sobering up just enough to go out on a mission to get paid.

He'd yell at you for every little mistake you made, sometimes even slapping you across the face when you'd done an especially poor job in his eyes. He'd deny you dinner if he deemed your day's performance "not good enough".

Your father's coworkers had no idea what the man was like at home. He would act like a perfect single parent whenever you two were out in public, and he'd trained you well in the art of acting. He'd taught you the correct responses to their questions and how to fake a smile convincingly. He would brag about you inheriting both his and your mother's techniques, boasting about how you would surely become a great jujutsu sorcerer one day.

Everyone always bought his "proud father" act. No one ever suspected a thing, or at least, if they did they never said anything out of fear of your father's power and influence.

When you were able to leave your father's house and attend the Jujutsu high school in Tokyo, it was both freeing and horrifying. 

What if you weren't strong enough? How many meals would you be denied? Would the instructors be upset with your silence like your other school teachers?

To say it took a while for you to trust anyone would be an understatement. What made things worse was that you'd never been allowed to have friends growing up, so you weren't used to having people that you could talk to.

It was nice. Sure, you still carried the mental scars your father left you with, but you had no intention of ever talking about those. You planned on leaving all that trauma and all those horrible memories behind you.

That was, until you met Gojo Satoru.

He was one of your fellow first-years who had a tonne of potential. He and Suguru Getou were both extremely talented, making even some of the most difficult training look easy.

Outside of classes though, they were like regular teenagers; goofing off, playing pranks, and even sneaking out to see the city.

  Some mornings, you'd hear Ieiri groan exasperatedly, to which you would open your dorm door, only to see her throw some poor unsuspecting creature out of her room. They ranged from anywhere from Whip Spiders to Chipmunks. One time, a stray cat was even released into her room (probably Suguru's idea, as Gojo seemed to favour large insects and arachnids), which Ieiri kept around to get rid of anymore random critters that the two boys tried to let loose into her dorm. She named the cat "Hunter". He was a cute little apex predator and protected his domain well.

No one ever tried anything with you though. After you almost had a breakdown  from finding a handful of centipedes in your bed, everyone agreed that you were maybe not a fun person to prank.

Instead, when your peers realized how shy and quiet you were, they tried to break you out of your shell. They would try to be friendly to you, greeting you in the morning and inviting you to have lunch with them, though no one pressured you.

Except Gojo.

The guy was fascinated by you. Here you were, the only offspring of one of the most powerful jujutsu sorcerers, yet you never mentioned your family. Everyone in the jujutsu world (at least in Japan) knew what happened to your mom - it was a big deal at the time and everyone knew to never bring it up - so he understood you not wanting to talk about her, but you never spoke of your father either.

He expected you to be some big shot powerful sorcerer with a boisterous personality and hoped you'd be a great sparing partner. He kind of expected you to be like himself, what with your background and having inherited both your family's techniques. Funnily enough, he only knew about your paternal one, "Eye of Ra", since you bore the same intricate birthmark as your father on your right eye, and your mother’s family hadn’t been as much of a big name as your father’s. He knew your technique allowed you to manipulate light, which meant you could do anything from blinding others to even creating visual illusions. If you wanted to, you could absorb the light in a room and turn it into physical weapons, like create swords of light that could deal physical damage. 

Gojo expected you to be a confident and powerful ass-kicking badass with a take-no-shit attitude that he could riff off of.

But instead, he met you. 

This timid little creature that flinched at the sound of someone raising their voice and who barely ever spoke. You were reluctant to use your powers around others, which baffled the male. Why would you want to hide your powers? Had you not mastered them already? Why would you shy away from others when they got angry? Were you really THAT weak?

Yet, despite appearances, whenever you were sent on a solo mission, you always came back successful and unscathed, even against grade 2 curses. You never boasted about how easy the task was or how great a job you'd done. Instead, you'd just report as was standard protocol, and scurry off to your room without a word to anyone.

Everything about you was just so...unexpected. Gojo had so many questions and no answers, which made him even MORE intrigued.

So, the white-haired male would follow you.

Not in a stalker-y way; he let you know he was there. He'd walk with you around campus, volunteer to be paired with you during one-on-one training, even offer to study with you during breaks. The guy wouldn't leave you alone.

Eventually, Gojo got tired of you turning down his offers to hang-out together and instead would just drag you to wherever he had planned to go. He'd drag you to the library for study sessions, to the city for bubble tea, even out to the movies with snacks hidden in his pockets. He just wanted the chance to observe you and your reactions.

At first, you found his actions to be terrifying. What if he was dragging you away to a place where no one could witness him hurting you? What if he was trying to get you to let your guard down so he could attack you? What if he only wanted to use you to gain your father's favour?

Clearly, your past wasn't behind you.

Gojo was trying to get you to open up so he could learn more about his new favourite fascination, but as he did so, he also slowly began seeing you as a friend. You were a great listener, often sitting through his long rants about everything and nothing. He found it nice to know that you would come to him with questions about curses and normal teenager things. 

He thought it was very odd that you knew almost nothing about regular life as a teen. What rock had you been living under? You hadn't seen any of the latest TV shows, had only seen like 4 movies, and had no idea what a "bff" was, among a long list of other such mundane things that Gojo had assumed everyone his age was aware of. This all only piqued his curiosity further.

After the first few months of Gojo's attempts to get closer to you, you slowly started to become more comfortable around him. Eventually, you got to the point where you were no longer scared to speak your mind with him, which gradually started to apply to others. You began talking more in and outside of class, even asking how other people's days had been (which was a big step for you, as it had previously taken everything in you not to run away whenever someone called out to you).

By the time 2nd year rolled around, you'd managed to gain 3 new friends and a significant confidence boost. It certainly helped that you also decided to stay in Tokyo instead of going back home. Everything was turning out great.

Until your father came to visit for a guest teacher lesson. All that time away from the old man had caused your acting skills to get a little rusty, but you still did your best to act like nothing was wrong, even when you were terrified.

Everyone was in awe of him, after all, he was like a celebrity with how well-known and powerful he was. They were all impressed by his strength and charisma which were on full display when he demonstrated difficult tactics for taking down multiple high-ranked curses at once and when he helped out with teaching curse anatomy.

To your peers, the man seemed as though he could do no wrong. He was strong and knowledgeable, with a healthy dose of respect for the school’s staff and principal, whom he chatted with as though they were old friends.

And of course, he played the part of a doting father perfectly, even giving you a big hug when he saw you for the first time, squeezing just a bit tighter than he needed to. Everyone fell for his award-winning act.

Except Gojo.

Gojo Satoru had a deep respect for the strong and powerful man who had saved hundreds, if not thousands of people, and at first noticed nothing out of the ordinary with you and your dad's relationship. It was natural that you'd avoid your parent when they came to your school. Afterall, what kid would want to be embarrassed in front of their friends by their clearly loving and over-praising parent?

However, it wasn't until Gojo actually started to observe how you acted around your dad that he started to grow suspicious.

It was the little things that most people wouldn't have noticed. You'd flinch just the tiniest bit whenever your old man placed his hand on your shoulder or patted your head. Your eyes would widen slightly in what sort of looked like fear whenever the guy would call your name. And whenever the older male asked to see you later, your hands would start to tremble a little.

As Gojo put on his dark purple sweatshirt and a black pair of jogging pants after a long day of training, he realized there were just too many things that didn't add up. Why did it seem like you were afrai-?

That was when the pieces started to fall into place. 

The way you refused to go home for school holidays or summer break; The way you flinched at every move when you first transferred; Hell, even the way you stayed quiet and got spooked every time someone called out to you. It was all starting to make sense. It all pointed to a very dark and alarming conclusion.

And it was starting to make Satoru's blood boil.

HOW DID I NOT SEE IT?! The white-haired boy thought to himself as he ran towards your dorm room. He'd heard your dad ask to see you after class today, and after the realization he just came to, he knew he had to go check on you.

You were his friend, 2nd only to Suguru in terms of how close you two were. You listened to all his bullshit and his issues with his own family. You noticed whenever he was hiding something, being almost as observant as he was, and you were always there to hear him out or lift him up when no one was around and Suguru was off doing gods-know-what.

How could he have been so blind to something that now seemed so glaringly obvious?

The six eyes wielder ran faster at that thought. He needed to check on you. He needed to make sure you were ok.

By the time Satoru reached your door, it was dark out. Being his usual brash self, he immediately swung open the door without so much as a knock, worried that you were injured after seeing your old man.

What Gojo saw before him both worried and baffled him beyond anything he could've expected.

There you were, on the floor, hunched over, with the only light sources being your bedside lamp and the faint glow of the full moon. You were clad in a black tank top and loose gray running shorts, one knee brought close to your chest while the other leg was stretched out. Gojo could see the sweat glistening off your skin as your left hand stilled in it's rummaging through your drawer for pain medicine.

There were large red marks the size of fists on your arms that seemed to have already started to bruise. There were scrapes and cuts on your knees that looked pretty bad, and your hair looked like it had just been through a wind-tunnel.

You looked up when you heard the door open, pure terror in your glassy eyes as you feared your father had followed you, although he'd never done so before. The man only ever let you go when he felt your punishment for that particular infraction was finished, and never a second less. If he felt you hadn’t been punished enough, he wouldn’t have let you go in the first place.

Satoru's eyes widened in shock once he took in the sight of your face. The face that usually greeted him with a smile at the start of classes first thing every morning, was now so hard to recognize.

There was a dark mark around your right eye that looked a bit swollen and encompassed your "Eye of Ra" birthmark. Your lips were busted, a cut running down both of them on left side of your mouth. Your left cheek was screaming red with a barely-there outline of a large hand.

And yet, your injuries were only one of the two things that had the Limitless user stunned. 

Yes, he was very concerned and worried about your current physical state, but the second thing he'd noticed was what gave him pause.

A warm and inviting indigo glow that Satoru didn't recognize was emanating from your right hand, which was hovering over one of your knees.

That was new... Last he checked, that wasn't what your technique looked like...

Your terrified expression seemed to relax for a moment once you realized who had entered your room. However, you soon panicked as you tried to think of a way to explain your injuries without actually telling the truth. Dammit! You had planned on having fixed yourself up before morning classes.

You decided to just wing it. "O-Oh! Hey, Satoru! I-uh- just got back from a jog! I fell on my way up the stairs to get back to campus, so I was just treating myself with this handy-dandy first-aid ki-"

"Did your old man do this to you?" the male asked seriously, though his tone was careful and non-threatening. He wasn't trying to press you for answers if you really didn't want to give any, but he also really hoped you’d tell him.

Your eyes widened in surprise before a pensive expression crossed your face. You stayed silent for a moment as you looked away from your best friend, and instead focused on your knee as the indigo light coming from your hand grew a bit brighter. 

Gojo walked towards you and sat down near you, giving you your space but still letting you know he was there. The snowy-haired male watched in awe as the wounds on your knee began to heal under the soft glowing light that came from your palm.

After you finished healing both your legs (with Gojo watching in fascination the whole time), you finally spoke.

"....Yeah. He did." You say wearily. You sounded tired and defeated.

The teen looked up at the sound of your voice, but you kept your eyes on your work. You scooted backward until your back rested against the side of your mattress.

You then raised your other hand from the floor and it too began producing an indigo light. You started to hover your hands over each of the new injuries, going one at a time, the worse ones taking a bit longer. Satoru spoke up as you continued.

"How long has it been like this?" he asked, concern seeping into his tone.

You let out a shaky sigh as another tear falls from your eye.

"He's been like this ever since mom died. He's always making sure I'm doing everything right. He trained me everyday, and said that friends are just distractions, as are movies and television. He said that if I didn't become stronger, I'll just end up in the stomach of some curse."

You tried to take a deep breath to calm yourself. It didn't help.

"But he's.... he's never punched me before... Usually, it's just face slaps and hair-tugging. He said I deserved it for how bad I did today; For how much of an embarrassment I am to him. Said that my mother would be ashamed of me if she saw how weak I am...." you explained while slowly healing your would-be black eye. Your voice trembled as the tears started to build up again.

“Is he why you don’t really use your technique around others?” Gojo asked. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

You nodded. “I don’t want others to see how bad I am with my powers. I don’t want them to know I’m just...” 

You stopped healing yourself and finally looked up at Gojo to meet his gaze through the dark circular shades he always wore. You looked at yourself reflected in the black glass. 

All you saw was a weak little child staring back at you; a child with no skills and no use.

"I-I'm r-really weak... a-aren't I?" you smiled bitterly, tears streaming down your cheeks as your gaze moved back to the floor.

"I'm not the smartest or the strongest or the most clever. It takes so much for me to create a domain that I can b-barely sustain for more than 5 minutes. I-I'm only good with my studies b-because you and Shoko help me c-constantly. I'm always a nervous-wreck around others t-too, like some scared little m-mouse. I’m just...I'm just a weakling..." you stated, keeping your eyes trained on the floor boards.

You then heard the sorcerer-in-training step closer to you and take a seat on the bed you were leaning against. There was a long pause that followed the movement, creating an awkward atmosphere.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Gojo spoke up.

“You’ve never been a weakling.” he stated honestly.

You looked back at your white-haired classmate, an incredulous look on your face as tears continued to fall.

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better, Gojo.” you said.

“Do I look like a liar to you?” the boy asked jokingly, softly nudging you with his knee.

You laughed a bit. “Yes. You look like the poster child for liars.” you replied with mirth in your voice.

Gojo let out a few laughs.

“Well, you got me there.” he responded with a chuckle that soon died. “But I’m not lying about this.”

The boy behind you lifted off the bed, removing his shades as he lowered himself into a seated position beside you.

“You are not useless. You never have been. I’ve seen you on the training grounds. I’ve seen how well you handle yourself with and without weapons. You’ve survived solo missions against grade 2 curses and-”

“Gojo, you’ve taken out curses that are grade 1, though. My dispatching a few grade 2′s is nothing compared to yo-”

The aforementioned male put a finger to your mouth, effectively stopping you.

“You shouldn’t interrupt people, (Y/n). Some might consider it rude~.” he said teasingly. You huffed but remained silent.

“As I was saying,” he continued, removing his finger from your face.

“You’ve managed to utterly crush many grade 2 curses, even outdoing me in number of curses exorcised. You’ve managed to make it through your father’s abuse and the trauma that came with that, and still become a powerful sorcerer. Hell, from what I’ve seen, you have another ability that you’ve yet to show anyone! By the way, what ability is that?” Gojo asked, his curiosity having finally caught up with him and causing him to de-rail his own speech.

You sighed as you looked at your hand, activating the indigo aura once again and hovering your hand over a bruise on your left arm. The boy next to you watched your movements with interest.

“It’s the family technique that I got from my mother. I never learned the name of it, but I know that it allows me to heal myself and others, though I don’t use it often. My father never really let me near my mother’s family, saying that he had no intentions of letting their “weakness” rub off on me. So, I never got to learn much about this power. I think he just didn’t want them to see me like this and take me away from him.” you said, a look of melancholy overtaking your features.

“My dad hates whenever he sees me using it, so I don’t do it out in the open if I can help it. I think because it reminds him of my mom, and then he’s reminded of her death.”

Gojo’s eyes remained focused on the glow emanating from your palm. 

“Have you ever thought of fighting back?” he asked nonchalantly.

You turned quickly to the male next to you, a look of pure shock and terror plastered on your face.

“What?!”

The blue-eyed boy shrugged. “I’m just saying. If he were my old man, I’d punch his lights out.”

You stared at the boy beside you.

“Are you kidding? He’s a renowned sorcerer who has the respect of the whole jujutsu community, and not to mention decades of experience that I don’t have. You seriously expect me to just go up to the man and say 'I challenge you to a fight you damn bastard'? What are you thinking?!” you exclaimed.

“If you don’t want to, I’ll do it for you.” Gojo replied, expression unreadable

You chuckled. “That’s kind of you, but I can’t ask that of anyone, let alone a frien-” you began.

“I mean it, (Y/N). I don’t care if he’s the damn Messiah himself. He can’t be allowed to get away with what he’s done to you. This ends now.” Gojo stated, about to get up.

Your eyes widened at the realization that Gojo was completely serious. You reached out your hand to grab his sweatshirt sleeve, stopping him.

“Wait! Don’t! Please...” you pleaded, worry and alarm evident in your eyes.

Gojo looked back at you with a look of frustration.

“Are you seriously defending a man that just beat the hell out of you?” he asked. The words came out harsher than he’d meant them. He was about to apologize, but you spoke before he could.

“I don’t care about him, I’m worried about you! Gojo, you can’t face him. He’s got so much more experience and power. You can’t beat him! What do you think he’ll do when he finds out that someone else knows about he’s done? Do you think he’ll leave you alive to tell others?!” you shouted, scared of what would happen if Gojo went to your father. You finally had a friend that you could trust. You didn’t want that to be taken away.

Gojo simply smirked at your words. “Believe me, I won’t let myself be killed by someone like him.” he stated confidently.

You looked to the ground, letting go of the purple sleeve reluctantly. 

“...he had surgery on his left knee last year. And he just recovered from his carpal tunnel.” you muttered, just loud enough for the boy to hear.

Gojo looked back at you with wide eyes before his expression softened a bit.

“Thanks for the tips. I’ll keep those in mind.” he said, a small smile gracing his lips as he knelt back down to be face-to-face with you before placing his hands on your shoulders, causing you to bring your eyes up to meet his.

“I’m gonna make sure he’s never going to hurt you again. You hear me?”

You nodded as a small flicker of hope started to grow in your chest. Maybe Gojo could really do this. He was one of the strongest people you knew and if anyone could defeat your father, it was him.

With your silent confirmation, the white-haired male stood and made his way to the door. Before exiting, he looked back one more time.

“I’ll be back in a bit!” he said, waving at you with a confident grin before walking out the door.

You waved back at the empty space, the fatigue from using your technique so much finally taking it’s toll on you. You tried to stay awake, worried for your friend, but your eyelids kept drooping and your blinks kept getting slower.

Eventually, you fell asleep right where you sat.

~Short Timeskip~

When Gojo arrived back at your room an hour and a half later, battered and bruised, he was surprised to find you off in dreamland in the same spot he’d left you in.

Gojo had defeated your father and called an ambulance for him, as he’d kind of beaten the guy bloody and knocked him unconscious. He’d also gone through the guy’s phone and found under the blocked numbers, your mother’s family. 

He called the main house and told them everything. Sure it was the middle of the night, but from the sounds of their reactions they didn’t mind. Apparently, they’d suspected something had been going on for a while. They just never had proof of any wrongdoing by your father that would give them custody of you.

With your abusive father and future living situation all taken care of, Gojo decided to head back to your room to deliver the good news.

However, when he was greeted with the sight of you fast asleep with your back against the side of your mattress, he couldn’t help but smile a little. You just looked too precious.

He pulled back the blankets on your bed as quietly as possible. Then, with what strength he had left, Gojo carefully picked you up bridal style and placed you onto you bed.

However, just as he was about to leave, your hand gently reached out and grasped his sleeve. 

The blue-eyed boy turned around expecting to see you awake, only to find that you were still letting out tiny snores.

He sighed before trying to pull out of your hold, only to find that your grip on his sweatshirt got tighter.

The boy could only chuckle at your unconscious behavior as he came to your side and sat on the bed. Eventually, he managed to reconfigure your positions so that he was laying next to you with his sleeve still in your grasp and the covers over both of you.

“You’re safe now.” he said as he turned to face you, his unoccupied arm coming up to stroke your hair. 

In your sleep, you let out a small hum as your lips curled into a soft smile.

It wasn’t the end of your problems. You still had a long road ahead of you, but it was a good first step. And now, you had someone you could trust who would be there to lend a hand you when you needed it.

-THE END-

A/N: I’ve never written for Gojo before, so I’m super sorry if he’s OOC. I tried my best though. I’m happy that I’ve finally finished this dang thing, though I’m sorry to all my people who wanted more fluffy things, but this song never really felt like a love song to me, and I wanted to stick to the vibes of the song.

#jjk #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #satoru gojō x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader #angst #hurt/comfort #gender neutral reader #gn reader

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Hot Cocoa - Human!Sweden x F!Reader

A/N: Wrote this many years ago, but decided to come back to it and touch it up a bit.

TW: Fluff

The sound of wood being cut was the first thing to greet your ears as you opened your eyes. 

You looked out the frost-covered window beside your bed, only to see the familiar tall stature of your blonde housemate out in the mid-calf deep snow, wielding an axe and cutting up logs in only a sweatshirt and thick pants.

You reached for your phone on your bedside table. It was still only 7 in the morning and the current temperature outside was -28 degrees C.

You sighed. "He knows better than to go out without his coat."

You'd known the "Nordics" since childhood, and had grown up in the same neighborhood as them for a few years. Even when they all moved back to their homelands, you all still kept in contact regularly.

When you had decided to moved into an apartment in Sweden, you were welcomed by all your friends with a party and booze, which ended with a very drunk Matthias needing to be cared out the door by Tino and Lukas while Emil and Berwald looked on in a mixture of amusement and disapproval.

However, about a month into your stay, your apartment was flooded due to a plumbing issue, and left you with nowhere to stay for at least a few months. Berwald came to help you pack up everything that could be salvaged, and even offered up his home for you to stay in. You had agreed, thankful for his generosity.

You didn't know that you'd be finding yourself still staying there a year later, since the house was three times the size of your apartment and Berwald had insisted that you stay with him instead of going back to that "run-down place". He had a point. The place was old and there was always something that needed to be fixed.

Even after having stayed with the Swede for over a year, you still worried for his health whenever he went out into the cold underdressed.

So, after climbing out of your comfy nest of blankets and putting on the fluffiest coat in the closet along with your thickest sweatpants and snow boots, grabbed Berwald’s parka and headed out into the snowy wonderland.

“Berwald!” you called as you opened the back door, stepping outside and immediately noticing how the snow came up to your knees.

Said man stilled his axe at the sound of your voice. The male turned to see an image that made him almost chuckle.

There you were, trudging through the deep snow, bundled up in the large white fluffy coat he bought you (which he bought because he thought you looked cute in it), carrying his parka in your arms. You looked like a little snowshoe hare.

However, he soon became worried once he remembered how cold it was, and instead walked towards you to meet you half-way.

You reached up and put the large coat around the Swede’s shoulders, sighing as you did so. “Ber, I know you’re used to the cold, but you’re still human, and you need to stay warm! How many times must I remind you?” you scolded softly, not a trace of malice in your tone.

The man’s eyes softened at your actions, proceeding to put his arms through the sleeves of the winter garment. “Tack.” he replied, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

You smiled. "You're welcome. Now, I'm going to head in and go make us something warm. I'll see you inside." 

He nodded and turned back to the pile of yet to be chopped wood.

Stepping through the snow, you made your way back, taking off your coat and snow-covered boots once inside and changing into a pair of flannel pajama pants and a t-shirt that said 'Let Me Have My Coffee First.' It had been a gift from Berwald, and while it was too big to wear out, you found that it made the perfect sleep-shirt.

You contemplated what to make as you looked through the fridge and cabinets. Having found milk, heavy cream, and chocolate, you decided that hot chocolate was a good option.

Just as you grabbed a medium pot that was hanging, you heard the back door open, letting in a small gust from outside.

You peeked out from the corner of the kitchen to look at the man who'd just come in.

It was a little comical. 

There he was; coat, pants, and boots all caked in snow, and a large arm-full of chopped logs in his hold. His hair and eyelashes still had snow stuck to them too, reminding you that you should’ve brought him his hat too.

You smiled a little before returning to the kitchen, hearing the blonde setting down the wood in the metal firewood holder next to the fireplace in the living room.

"I'm done with the firewood." the man stated aloud in his usual monotone and heading upstairs, likely to change out of his current clothes and into something more comfortable.

"Ok! Just starting on the hot cocoa!" you called from the kitchen, pouring the milk and heavy cream into the pot as you put the heat to medium-low.

After a bit, you heard Berwald come back down the stairs and head into the living room. You heard him opening the flue of the chimney and putting logs into the fireplace as well as the sound of him striking a match.

You smiled at the thought of a nice warm fire to sit by.

You continued to smile as you absentmindedly stirred the milk and cream, making sure the mixture didn't scorch.

After a few minutes of stirring and then adding the chocolate and a bit of cocoa powder to undercut the sweetness, you finally turned the stove off and went to grab two mugs from the cupboard.

Unfortunately, the mugs were on the top shelf and you couldn't quite reach them, though it wasn't without trying.

Suddenly, there was a toned chest pressed against your back and a muscular arm steadied on the counter to the your right while the other reached up and easily grabbed both the handles of the mugs you were hoping to get.

"Here you go." Berwald said, backing up to hand you the cups and look into your eyes as you turned around to face him.

You had to suppress the blush that wanted to creep onto your cheeks from the blonde's close proximity. He wore a pair of black sweatpants that seemed to hang off his hips, and a grey t-shirt that hugged his form just enough that you could make out the faint outlines of his muscular figure.

"Thank you." you said as calmly as you could, turning back to the stove with the mugs.

"No problem. I'll go get some blankets." the male stated, heading off towards the hallway closet.

You let out a small breath of relief before pouring the chocolatey contents of the pot into the two cups and adding some mini marshmallows from the pantry.

You walked into the warm, fire-lit living room with the two mugs in hand. Berwald opened up the large fuzzy blanket he'd grabbed and motioned for you to get under the covers. You carefully sat down next to him on the couch, offering him the mug that said "Viking Life" on it.

The icy-blue-eyed man hummed in satisfaction once he took a sip of the hot beverage, a miniscule smile on his lips.

"It's good." he stated plainly.

"Thanks." you replied, scooting slightly closer.

"(Y/n)?" the man asked, turning toward you .

"Yeah?" you responded turning your head to face the man whom you'd slowly grown to love over the past year.

Just as you faced the blonde, he leaned down and kissed you, catching you off guard. It wasn't forceful or needy, but it wasn't entirely chaste either. It felt like a kiss that you’d give your spouse as you left for work. 

Your cheeks bloomed with a red that would’ve put the Danish flag the shame.

“W-Wha-” you began, before being cut off.

"Jag älskar dig. I want you to marry me." Berwald said without a hint of hesitation or jest.

Your eyes widened as you took in that information. After a few moments however, you began to laugh.

"Is something funny?" Berwald asked, genuinely confused.

You sighed. "Ber, you can't just say you want to marry me when we haven't even dated." you explained.

"Do you love me?" the blonde asked, still straight-faced and no sign of being nervous.

You blushed at the question, but shyly nodded.

"Do you not want to marry me?" he followed up.

The blush on your cheeks only reddened. 

"I never said that." you replied.

"Then what is the problem?" the Swede inquired, seeming not to understand the issue.

"Berwald, we haven't dated or even had any kind of romantic relationship. Wouldn't you say that it's a bit too early for us to get married?" you asked.

The Nordic man pondered your words for a moment. He’d loved you for a long time, and from your reaction to his kiss and your answers to his questions, you felt the same.

"No, I don't. We have lived together for over a year and we've known each other for a lot longer. I love you and you love me, so I don't see any problem." the man stated, as though he wasn't talking about one of the biggest decisions of a person's life.

"I-I, b-but...umm.." you stammered, trying to think up a rebuttal to that statement.

"Well, y-you don't even have a ring for me, so-" you started.

But you were promptly cut off by the man before you fishing into his pajama pants pocket and pulling out a little velvet box. He opened the lid to reveal a modest but beautiful silver ring with a small icy-blue gem in the center.

Your jaw dropped at the realization that he was completely serious about this.

"Will you marry me?" Berwald asks, a faint hint of a smile on his lips.

You sighed with a chuckle. There was just no convincing him, was there?

"I will." you answered with a smile, kissing the man’s chocolate-flavored lips as he put the ring on your finger.

-THE END-

A/N: Sorry I’ve been gone for a while! I swear I’m not dead! Just been low on motivation and inspiration. This took A LOT of rewriting, as I wrote this many years ago back when I was in high school. I’d say about half of this is rewritten or completely new additions to the original draft.

Anyway, thank you for reading and I hope you guys enjoyed!

Translations

* Tack - Thank you

* Jag älskar dig - I love you

#sweden x reader #hetalia #hetalia x reader #x reader #axis powers hetalia #aph x reader #aph sweden #berwald oxenstierna #human sweden #fem reader #berwald oxenstierna x reader #fluff

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What - Daichi Sawamura x F! Reader

A/N: This is part of my new series “The Big Questions”. They are all stand-alone fics, not related to each other, just connected through the idea of them each being based off of the prompts “Who, What, Where, When, Why, and How”

TW: MAXIMUM FLUFF

You had always known Daichi Sawamura to be a firm but caring person. He'd be the first to rush to someone's aid and the first to scold them.

You'd been friends with him since you were both 1st years in the same class, having coincidentally ended up sitting next to each other.

You noticed the black-haired boy had a bit of trouble with mathematics, so you offered your help, stating that you wouldn't mind if he helped you out on your Japanese homework in exchange, seeing as he was better than you in that subject.

As time went on, your weekend study sessions together started to go on longer, and began including dinner outings and trips to the movies. It ultimately got to the point that, you started to just call your meetings what they were; dates.

You and Daichi eventually announced you were dating to his friends, Sugawara and Azumane (who insisted you call him Asahi). Both boys gave their friend big pats on the back with smiles on their faces. 

“Maybe with her around, you’ll not be so scary when you’re angry!” Asahi stated in a hopeful tone.

“Hehe! Maybe he’ll even be nicer!” Sugawara added with a chuckle.

The deep brown eyes of your boyfriend narrowed, staring at the unknowing males who were facing away from you two. You laughed as you grabbed the boy’s hand.

“Yeah, I don’t think my presence will change anything.” you stated with a tiny smirk, suddenly getting up on your tiptoes to meet your significant other’s cheek with your lips for a quick peck.

“Though I can’t say I would want him to change anyway.” you said with a giggle, watching as Daichi’s cheeks reddened. He tried to hide the sudden blush behind his hand, but it went all the way up to the tips of his ears.

~Timeskip~

“All right everyone! Line up!” your boyfriend addressed his team in a commanding tone, prompting them to do as he said.

With that, the practice match was over, Karasuno having won the first two sets, though it was a hard fought victory. The team did as the captain said and lined up.

“Thank you for the game!”

You smiled as you looked down from the bleachers. It was a nice sight, seeing the whole team happy and smiling. You chuckled as you watched Hinata, Nishinoya, and Tanaka all giving very excited high-fives. The orange-haired first-year and the team’s Libero were being especially loud about their celebration, to the point that you could see the beginnings of agitation start to creep up onto your boyfriend’s face.

You made your way down the stairs, a small chuckle escaping your lips as you watched Daichi scold the two shortest team members on their loud behavior.

You waited until the black-haired captain was finished with his talk and had released the two boys before you decided to step up next to him and grab his hand.

The sudden touch seemed to have slightly startled your fellow third-year, causing him to look toward you. His expression relaxed a bit at the sight of you.

“Hey. Were you comfortable up there?” Daichi asked, squeezing your hand gently.

“Yup. Saw you give Hinata and Noya a talking to, too.” you said with a laugh and a smirk while returning the soft squeeze.

“Sorry about that. And sorry I had to cancel our date today. It’s just that the Spring Nationals are so close and I wanted us to get more practice in and-” the male started, but you put your finger up to his lips.

You smiled softly. "It’s not a problem. You know I love watching you play, and I know how much you care about your team. And I honestly can’t say I would want you to change that.”

Daichi grinned widely, pulling you into a hug. “You know I love you, right?”

You giggled with a matching grin. “And you know I love you too, you smelly boy.” you said, ruffling the male’s ebony hair, not really caring if he smelled like sweat or not.

“Oh? I smell do I?” Daichi asked jokingly with fake surprise.

You laughed as he pressed you closer to his chest in an attempt to get you to smell more of him.

Then you wrapped your arms around his torso. “Yes, you do. But I don’t care. I wouldn’t change a thing about you, Daichi.” you state, nuzzling into his chest as you hear him respond with a quiet, “Same here.”

-THE END-

A/N: So this is my first time writing for Daichi. My apologies if he’s a bit OOC, but I still hope y’all liked it! Thanks for reading!

#daichi sawamura #daichi x reader #hq x reader #x reader #fem reader #daichi sawamura x reader #hq daichi #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu daichi #haikyū!!

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@wearewatcher For Too Many Spirits

Back in sophomore year of college, I stayed up really late one night on a Friday at my parent's house, binging a new series on the living room TV. I eventually decided to head to bed, seeing as it was nearly 3 in the morning. I can see pretty well in the dark, so I didn't mind that all the lights were off in the house.

I made my way to my room and stopped in the doorway. I saw a vague shape of some kind that was the size of a small pillow, on my bed. I had already put away my laundry, but thought that maybe my dad had put more on there.

I moved closer and the shape suddenly dashed off the end of my bed into the pile of dirty clothes on the floor!

I freaked out, thinking that maybe it had been a giant rat or another critter of some kind, and rushed to turn on the lights!

I flipped the light switch and found that it was one of my free-roam rabbits that had gotten out of the hutch that I would put them in at night.

The adorable little escape artist really scared the hell out of me! Still have her and her brother to this day and love 'em both to bits. Haven't had a scare like that since, thankfully.

#watcher #too many spirits #watcher too many spirits

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Who - Miya Atsumu x F! Reader

A/N: This is part of my new series “The Big Questions”. It’s the first one, and as a side note, they are all stand-alone fics, not related to each other, just connected through the idea of them each being based off of the prompts “Who, What, Where, When, Why, and How”

TW: Fluff, Social Anxiety sort-of

Being the only manager for a volleyball team from a powerhouse school had it’s pros and cons. One of the big pros, was that it gave you a way to stay involved with the sport you loved, even after you had knee surgery due to a bad accident back in first year. You could still watch the game and analyze other teams’ playing strategies to give pointers to your own team.

However, one of the cons was that you had to attend major tournaments filled with strangers around your own age. It was terrifying. Every time.

Crowds were never your favourite. Too many people bumping and breathing and talking and-

Just breathe. In...and Out. You thought, taking a deep breath and letting it out, trying to keep your nerves under control. 

You usually stayed beside your team during big tournaments so that you wouldn’t get lost, but they were off in the locker room getting ready. 

So, you were left on your own, listening to mellow music and hiding inside your school hoodie while attempting to navigate the strange hallways of the arena. Gods, the place was huge!

You continued to walk towards where you hoped the concessions were, as you knew your team tended to be hungry monsters before matches, so they’d likely go there first. You mostly looked down at your feet, only looking up to make sure you were still headed straight.

Then the worst happened.

You bumped into someone. Hard.

You fell on your backside, jostling your headphones and hood off your head and causing them to rest around your neck. You let out a small expletive at the sudden pain in your lower back and bum.

You were about to get up and run, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself than you likely already had, but a sudden hand in front of you stopped your escape.

“Need some help?” a masculine voice asked.

You looked up to see the owner of the voice.

Your eyes widened at the view.

His hair was like a sunflower, with gold on top and a dark brown undercut. His physique was that of a full-time athlete, with his black t-shirt hugging his torso in a way that outlined all the muscles he must have worked hard for. Deep chocolate eyes stared down at you expectantly, waiting for you to take his hand.

“I-I’m ok. Thank you, though.” you stated, starting to get up on your own, not wanting this very attractive stranger to know that your hands were terribly sweaty.

However, as you tried to get up, you noticed a little too late that your leg had fallen asleep. You tried to get up, but soon started to fall back again as your leg suddenly gave out from under you.

You shut your eyes, expecting to meet the hard floor for the second time, but the impact never came.

You felt your arm being grasped by the elbow, then all at once, you were met with a very warm and sturdy surface. 

It took a moment to realise that the surface was the handsome stranger’s chest.

Upon realisation, you stepped out of the (rather comfortable) embrace.

“Sorry about that! My leg fell asleep and-” you started, before being cut off by a laugh. You looked up at the sound.

“Ha ha ha! It’s alright. After all, it meant that I got to hold a little cutie like you before my match, so I think we’re even.” he said with a smirk.

Your face rivalled a cherry at the blonde’s words, flustering you beyond comprehension. 

“W-Well, you thank, I MEAN thank you! For catching me that is!” you stated nervously with a low bow, wanting to hide your face as much as possible.

“Hey, no problem cutie~. But there is one thing I would like in return.” the Adonis of a man stated.

You straightened up and peeked at the brown-eyed boy before practically squeaking out “What is it?”

He smiled coyly. “Just an answer to a simple question.” he said smoothly.

You nodded a little, managing to finally make a bit of eye-contact. “Ok...what’s your question?”

The stranger stepped forward so that he was only a few centimetres away from your face, before speaking in a hushed tone like he was telling you a secret

“Who are you? And what time do you wanna go out later?”

-THE END-

A/N: So, this is my first time writing for Atsumu, so I’m really hoping he’s not too OOC, or anything like that. I know I haven’t uploaded in a while, but this idea was just in my head and decided to come out immediately.

#miya atsumu #hq #hq x reader #fem reader #x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyū!! #miya atsumu x reader #hq atsumu #haikyuu atsumu #atsumu miya x reader

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To be clear; not having a shadow is NOT a disability, and you should avoid things and/or individuals who do not cast shadows.

do you think you’d actually notice if someone didn’t cast a shadow? or if their limbs were just slightly too long? or if they had just a little too many teeth? like how many times have you passed Something on the street and you just didn’t Notice It

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When I explain cultural misappropriation to children, I use the example of The Nightmare Before Christmas.  

It’s effective because especially for children, who don’t have enough historical context to understand much of the concept, you can still fully grasp the idea.  

There was nothing wrong with Jack seeing the beauty and differences in Christmas town, it’s when he tried to take what is unique about Christmas town away from those it originally belonged to without understanding the full context of Christmas things is when everything went wrong.

When Jack tries to get the folk of Halloween town to make Christmas gifts for children, etc., children understand that the Halloween town folk do not have the full context for the objects they are making, and they are able to see that the direct repercussions and consequences are very harmful.

#nightmare before christmas #nightmare before xmas #explaining cultural misappropriation

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#I swear this is me with almost EVERY online multiplayer game I play #Like I will yell at the screen with pure rage #Then click the button for the next match/round to start

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I think a lot about how we as a culture have turned “forever” into the only acceptable definition of success.

Like… if you open a coffee shop and run it for a while and it makes you happy but then stuff gets too expensive and stressful and you want to do something else so you close it, it’s a “failed” business. If you write a book or two, then decide that you don’t actually want to keep doing that, you’re a “failed” writer. If you marry someone, and that marriage is good for a while, and then stops working and you get divorced, it’s a “failed” marriage.

The only acceptable “win condition” is “you keep doing that thing forever”. A friendship that lasts for a few years but then its time is done and you move on is considered less valuable or not a “real” friendship. A hobby that you do for a while and then are done with is a “phase” - or, alternatively, a “pity” that you don’t do that thing any more. A fandom is “dying” because people have had a lot of fun with it but are now moving on to other things.

I just think that something can be good, and also end, and that thing was still good. And it’s okay to be sad that it ended, too. But the idea that anything that ends is automatically less than this hypothetical eternal state of success… I don’t think that’s doing us any good at all.

#this got me right in the heart AND brain #like...they're right #and I know that #but it's something i had never thought about

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we need to abolish homework

#abolish homework #school stuff #research #please go look into this #its super fascinating #the american school system sucks #why is the US like this? #capitalism joke here

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QUIT CALLING ME OUT LIKE THIS, TUMBLR!! I MEAN IT!

For real tho, I’m crying over here from how accurate this is😭

the situation is still out of control

#tumblr quit calling me out like this #feeling VERY called out rn #so much potential #not enough motivation #halp #send help pls

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HAPPY PASSOVER and/or EASTER to all of you who celebrate those! ✡️🐇

*Read end to see special holiday thing!

To everyone else who doesn’t celebrate either of those holidays, Happy International Bat Appreciation Day🦇 and International Haiku Poetry Day 🗾📝!!

I absolutely looked up what other holidays were today and I am not ashamed. I wanted to see if any other religious or international holidays took place today, and found bat appreciation and haiku poetry. Pretty sweet. Now I’m just picturing a little cave community of bats complimenting each other to help with self-esteem and reading haikus while educating the younger ones how exactly to write haikus. If anyone wants to draw that, feel free to do so, just PLEASE tag me. I’d love to see that. 

*Special Holiday Thing Time!!!

As a way to celebrate today, I’m opening up the floor to any “x Reader” requests that take place or involve any of the 4 holidays that were mentioned above. Just follow my Request Rules! You can submit your request as an ask (the preferred method), or you can comment it under this post! Can’t guarantee I’ll do all of the requests, but I DO swear to do the first 3 requests (so long as they follow my request rules)! 

I’m only allowing submissions until 23 April 2022. 

Though feel free to always tell me ideas for future holiday fics!

#happy easter #happy passover #happy day #stay safe #happy international bat appreciation day #happy international haiku poetry day #international haiku poetry day #international bat appreciation day #special holiday thing #special requests #limited time offer #be good to each other #special holiday event

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I want this story/comic series SOOO bad now. Please, SOMEONE MAKE THIS!

real estate agent specializing in Evil Supervillain Lairs

#story ideas #biggest gaudiest patronuses #gaud #supervillain #lairs #cool and funny #cool

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🥰This is SO adorable, I swear! So well written and incredibly sweet. Love this so much! Please go give OP some love!🥰

this is dangerous.

iwaizumi knows this, he knows this better than anyone at this point. no matter how much he wished to, no matter how much oikawa lectured him to do so, he couldn’t stay away from you. he tried, he really did, unfollowing you on all your socials, deleting your number, avoiding places he knew he would find you.

yet fate continues to pull you together.

it’s been weeks since you’ve seen each other, and the last time you did, your supposed goodbyes didn’t tide over too well. he still remembers it, when you and iwaizumi saw each other at the airport, one heading for argentina and one just leaving. (oikawa tried to time it so you wouldn’t see each other because he knows how bad it might be for iwaizumi, yet he still failed). he shudders just thinking about the way he foolishly asked you to catch up later, and the way you told him you had a flight to catch almost jokingly. it’s like you’re dodging his question, almost unsure of what you want, not giving him the answer he wants to hear.

but god he doesn’t care, your hesitancy continues to give him false hope.

he prays to never see you again after that, hopes that you don’t keep unknowingly leading him on by a single thread. yet when he sees you at his local coffee shop in the bitter hours of the morning, he stays put. he gets in line and pretends everything’s normal, despite the fact that everything’s screaming at him to turn around and come back another time.

because iwaizumi feels everything he’s ever felt towards you come rushing back the second you meet his gaze.

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#soooo cute #LOVE IT!!! #Written so well #I'm jealous #short but sweet #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #hajime iwaizumi #haikyuu iwaizumi #haikyuu fluff #iwaizumi fluff #x reader

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So...I’m re-watching another anime... it’s "Ranma 1/2″

Yo! Shout out to anyone who watched “Ranma 1/2″ when it originally came out. AND to those who watched it all on YouTube back when the entire series was on there (oh wait, it kind of still is. Though you have to find certain episodes and the use of a VPN doesn’t hurt). 

If you like late 80′s, early 90′s anime that’s not bloody and full of tsunderes, then BOY, DO I HAVE A SHOW FOR YOU.

“Ranma 1/2″ is the kind of harem/reverse harem anime where neither lead is actually interested in any of their suitors except for their leading man/lady counterpart, yet both are EXTREME tsunderes and won’t admit a dang thing to each other! It’s frustrating beyond belief, but the soft moments make you “awwww” and the humor isn’t half bad. I would slaughter Happosai if I could, no joke. There are a select few characters in the world that I genuinely hate, and Happosai is one of them. Thankfully he isn’t introduced until further into the series.

I watched this anime on YouTube a thousand years ago when I stumbled across it. That was back when you could find almost any anime on there and could watch the entire series easily and there were no ads anywhere.

I watch it in Dub because I’m someone who likes dubs more than subs (Though I will freely admit that there are some dubs that are heinous and should never have been created, or at least should have had complete casting overhauls).  I’ve also seen some of the sub and it’s good too. Honestly, your choice.

The show has over 160 episodes and a movie or three, as well as 12 OVAs (though the last OVA came out in 2008 even though the 11th one came out in 1996). So if you want a long binge series with sort-of-barely-there bisexual undertones, then give it a try.

TL,DR: Give "Ranma 1/2″ a try if you like shows from the 90′s with 2 tsunderes and a lot of episodes. The dub and sub are both good. 

#ranma 1/2 #dub and sub are both good #happosai should die #I love ranma and akane #ranma x akane #90s anime #long anime #anime recommendation

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Reblogging because OH MY GOODNESS do I love the comments and the original post

#british #tea #british manner #translation #funny #hella funny #made me laugh as I drank my own tea