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"Child of an addict, self harmer" WHY WOULD YOU NAME HIM AFTER THAT

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No babe I’m not crying I’m just remembering finding out what ca$h means

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the RAGE i felt when I realized NO ONE said 'shut the fuck up, Spider!' this season😭😭

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𖦹°｡⋆ haikyuu boys as my breakup playlist pt.3

⟡ featuring: hinata, semi, iwaizumi, kenma

⟡ cw: angst, mentions of cheating, heart broken hinata my baby, these also might be longer than the last two whoops. also can you tell i was angry while writing kenma's? ps thank you for 200 followers mwah<3

⟡ an: its that time again (waterparks ((fandom)) edition bc im obsessed)

⟡ part one, part two

⟡ hinata shoyo: never bloom again - waterparks

You and Hinata dated for four years from your first year of high school to your first year of university. Honestly, it could have been a lifelong relationship if it weren’t for Brazil. Hinata told you he was leaving the week after graduation. After telling you, you cried and yelled at him, pounding at his chest while crying ‘how could you do this to me?’ in between sobs but after a while, you had calmed down and you agreed to try a long distance relationship. Hinata visited you whenever he could, holidays, your birthdays, any reason to see you but it wasn’t enough for you. Hinata would always be everything to you but you couldn’t bear the fact that he was so far away, and sure you both called and texted each other but the time difference between Brazil and Japan made it difficult and Hinata could see it in your eyes whenever he visited, whenever you sent him a picture of yourself, whenever you facetimed…you were tired. It got to the point where you would cry yourself to sleep almost every night because you missed him and just wanted to be by his side, so with so much hesitation, you called him one night and told Hinata you couldn’t do this anymore. You needed him, not his texts, not his calls, no matter how much you loved them, you needed him physically there with you. Hinata protested and said that he wold move back to Japan for you but you couldn’t let him do that, you knew how important it was for him to be in Brazil to better his volleyball skills, so he finally gave in and you broke up after a year of long distance. Another year later, Hinata moved back to Japan after two years of being in Brazil, meaning he could see you again, he hoped so at least. Hinata didn’t know what you’ve been up to as you broke off communication with each other after the break up to avoid the pain of being in eachother’s lives. Hinata had his hopes up and was telling Yachi and Yamaguchi his plan to win you back but quickly had them crushed when they told him you had moved to Europe to finish university so you could start a new life. You didn’t want to be in Japan anymore, stuck with all the memories the both of you had made. It was too painful. Now it was Hinata’s turn. He was surrounded by the memories, everything reminded him of you, every now and then he’d see someone from across the street and see your face only for it to not be you, just some stranger. Hinata was never the same, even if he seemed happy and well, he was breaking inside constantly like he would never be truly happy again.

⟡ eita semi: worst - waterparks

You and Semi have been dating since middle school, practically inseparable. you and Semi were both in your 20s now and life has not stopped a single bit. The both of you were currently in the music industry, with Semi and his band being one of the biggest groups rising to stardom in the world and with you being a songwriter. You’ve always been a behind-the-scenes type person so you never really went out to parties or to big events. Semi, however, was a social person…at least on the party scene. It was a chance for him to let loose and not let worries get in his way, and who are you to take that away from him? The trust you and Semi had for eachother was strong, after all, you guys have been dating for years so why wouldn’t you? With this being the case, you never had any doubt about him going on tour without you. You still had other clients to write for so you couldn’t go with him but you never once worried about what he would do. That was until you were hanging out with your friends, Tendou and Ushijima, and they mentioned how Semi seemed different, that he seemed more careless and emotionless. You assured them that there was nothing different about him but when you went home that night you kept thinking about everything and looked back at how life has been since Semi has gained fame…he hadn’t changed. No. He was still the same Semi you fell in love with all those years ago. Sure he had questionable friends that made you uncomfortable, but he wasn’t like them, he always had girls lining up for a chance with him but he never gave them a chance…at least you think so. Regardless, you’re sure everything was fine and plus you were going to surprise him at his show in Tokyo! Any worry that you have will be wiped away when you see him all you had to do was wait. So you did. The day of the Tokyo show finally came up and you were standing at his dressing room doorway with tears in your eyes as you look at the sight in front of you- Semi and some random girl all over each other. Semi knew you were there, but he didn’t even care, all he did was give you a side glance before going back to the other girl. After that, you went home and changed all of the locks, removed all the pictures of him, blocked him on everything, and wrote a song that was sure to ruin his reputation out of anger, but even after all of that, you were still stuck with a giant hole in your heart and you don’t think it could ever be filled.

⟡ iwaizumi hajime: i felt younger when we met - waterparks

It all started four years ago when Iwaizumi moved to California for college. You both had known each other for 2 years prior to graduating and it was pretty obvious to other people that you two had a thing for each other but it wasn’t until after he had moved that either of you said something. Iwaizumi was the first to say he liked you, infact he said he loved you. It didn’t take long for your young and dumb self to transfer to where he was studying. You were both in love and naive so neither of you really thought about this big change in depth. The first two years of your relationship were perfect, you both got good grades, you had moved into a small apartment together, and you were both happy, you really couldn’t ask for more. Even though you and Iwaizumi were living the ideal love life, everyone else in your lives thought you guys rushed into things. The two of you weren’t even that close to begin with, you were just classmates in high school who had kiddie crushes on each other. It really all came down to the honeymoon phase, nothing was ever wrong and you never argued. It wasn’t until your third year of dating that you both realized that your life goals were very different from each other and this of course caused a ripple in your relationship. Wanting to be supportive of each other and your dreams, you set your goals aside for now and planned to come up with a compromise when the time called for it. Things were kind of back to normal until you both started learning more about one another. Bad habits you each had, sense of humor you didn’t share, different views, really whatever you could think of you both would disagree with one another and you were starting to get on eachother’s nerves. Iwaizumi reached the end of his rope quicker than you did. He ended things in the middle of a heated argument of something you can’t even remember because the only thing you were worried about at that moment was him packing up all of his things and walking out that apartment door but at the same time, you didn’t care. You had officially fallen out of love with him even though you never thought you could. Now whenever you think of him, all you could think about was how you uprooted your life for him. You moved across the world and for what? Nothing but anger and disgust filled you whenever you thought of all the moments you shared with him. To think of how different everything could have been if you two had just taken your time and not rushed into the relationship.

⟡ kozume kenma: easy to hate you - waterparks

Honestly, Kenma got on your nerves quite often. It was nothing you weren’t used to though because it was always simple things like him not doing the dishes whenever he was done eating or him spending too much time playing video games. Your annoyance never came from anything serious, just simple relationship stuff. When his streaming career started taking off, you never really bothered him to do anything around your shared house. It was only fair since it generated enough income for you to quit your part time job as a waitress and focus on school more. This doesn’t mean that it still didn’t annoy you that Kenma would seemingly spend more time playing video games than spending time with you whenever you had free time. Sometimes he would invite you onto stream so you two could ‘bond’ but it never felt right, to you it felt like you were more of a prop for his audience, like he would spend time with you only because his fansloved watching the two of you interact. Still, you brushed it off because it was still nice to be able to make him laugh whenever you did something silly in a game or said something funny. It also didn’t hurt that sometimes he would get all lovey dovey on camera making you swoon, even if it did feel fake at times. In the end, you thought it was the best you and Kenma could do considering the circumstances, you being in college and streaming being Kenma’s full time job. Kenma had promised you that once you winter break started, that he would put a hold on streaming so the both of you could spend time together and it excited you so it was only natural that you were pissed off when winter break finally came and Kenma said that he had sponsorships to deal with on stream. He said it isn’t something that could be helped but you snapped back saying that he could have scheduled these sponsored streams during any other time. Kenma didn’t care about what you said and just stayed in his streaming room for most of the two weeks. You started to ease a bit though once he started streaming for shorter amounts of times and spent more time with you during the day. You were finally happy with your relationship after who knows how long but then he decided that you being on a break from school would be the perfect time to do a 48 hour subathon. All you wanted was to spend time with your boyfriend but instead he just used you to gain more viewers. Again. Still, you agreed to do it agreeing that it would be fun but really yo had a plan. Three hours into the stream you said you have an announcement and everyone, including Kenma thought it would be something happy and big, but really, you were about to publicly dump him. After your little speech on how selfish Kenma actually was, you called one of your best friends to come pick you up and told Kenma that you would be back for your stuff the next day. You were finally free from the one-sided relationship you should have left sooner but now Kenma was rethinking all his choices as he scrolls through tweets talking about the breakup stream. At least it made him go viral.

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No bcs in my head my goal weight only counts if it’s my weight fully clothed

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and is your shame helpful? is it inspiring goodness and change? or is it keeping you frozen in time unable to move on and be everything you have expanded to be?

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Seriously this show would be fucking perfect for a Tumblr week why is nobody talking about the asexual eshay with a non-binary partner and that non-binary partner having a lesbian autistic friend played by an autistic actor

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studying hard so I can defend my tumblr girlies in court when the content they consume gets leaked <333

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I wanna check if the TRV fandom is alive or not

Reblog if you are a part of the Tokyo revengers fandom and consume TR content

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No, he'll actually bite your coochie off.

Wilbur looks like he eats pussy like a god

[This is so fucking real]

His fingers curling inside of you as his tongue swirls around your clit. His other hand squeezing into your thigh as you pull on his hair, making him moan and push his fingers deeper inside of you. He’d make you cum on his tongue over and over again no matter how much you beg him to stop. He’d keep going until you lose your voice and his face is soaked with your cum. He’d degrade you so damn much afterwards. “You’re such a slut for me, cumming all over your gods face? Tell me how much you loved it you whore.” He just loves tasting your sweet juices.

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⎯ I’ll be lovin’ you right ♡ (m.atsumu x reader)

SYNOPSIS: The playboy of your high school, Atsumu Miya apparently has a thing for you. After having rejected his advances, Atsumu is 'heartbroken' (quotes intended). Seeing his melancholy, his brother Osamu tells you to give him a week to prove himself out of the playboy image. Can Atsumu prove his adoration towards you being pure without any other intentions in seven days a week? SONG REC: 'Seven' by Jungkook GENRE: FLUFF, long fic WC: 2.1k WARNINGS: sad sumu agenda, heights, it might seem wonky on Monday and Tuesday, but it gets so much better ୨୧ A/N: I AM SO TIRED I CAN"T ANYMORE!!! *dies dramatically*

You rejected Atsumu Miya last Friday.

The taller blonde stood in front of you in his gym clothes. The jersey #05 in white stood out from the rest of the maroon uniform.

You looked at him blankly, as he had been beating around the bush for the past few minutes. You were hungry; it was lunch. But, as a matter of habit, you were curious. Too curious for your own good. As he continued to talk, he became increasingly vague. You wanted to understand what he was trying to say, but your hunger took over, and you were losing patience.

“Atsumu, I am sorry but I don’t really get what you are talking about. How is Suna looking through your phone relevant?” You say with a pinch of annoyance in your voice. Atsumu sighs and takes a deep breath.

“My bad...what I mean is…I like you and everyone teases me for it 'cause I act like an idiot around you.” You are always an idiot is what you want to say but you purse your lips and look at him quizzically. Is he seriously confessing to you because he dislikes being teased by his team?

“I am sorry but I don’t think your feelings are sincere, Atsumu san,” you say respectfully. “I am sorry.” You feel like he is only confessing to you out of a desire to fit in with his friends and avoid their teasing, rather than out of genuine affection for you.

Atsumu frowns and nods. It’s not something he is used to, but he doesn’t protest even if it really hurts his ego. You sigh as you leave the gym, almost feeling sorry for him. If it weren't you, it would be someone else.

On Saturday, you meet Osamu at the supermarket. Awkwardly standing at the cashier line, the grey-haired Miya smiles softly at you and nods in acknowledgement. The air is heavy with tension as both of you silently pay for your groceries.

"Y/N," he says, and you pause in your tracks, about to leave. "Can we talk?" It's a dreaded notion that you nod at. You follow Osamu out of the market with your grocery bag in one hand as you approach a bench on a kid's playground.

Osamu sits next to you, his back leaning on the rest casually as he tries to muster the softest voice possible in his Kanto dialect.

“Heard ‘Sumu asked ya to date him…” he says solemnly. You freeze at the sudden statement and nod apprehensively.

“M not saying this cause he’s my brother, but Atsumu…he is a nice guy; his reputation is quite wrong from how he actually is.” He says and you almost have to double take, wait…Osamu is supporting Atsumu?

He interlaces his fingers and looks at the ground, “I’ve never seen him as serious about someone as he is for you, and the whole team notices it.” He pauses, “Atsumu is cocky but easily embarrassed when teased about stuff like this, he made a premature decision to have confessed to you.” 

Osamu takes a deep breath before speaking next, "Y/n I am asking you for a favour…I want you to give Atsumu seven days to prove himself.” Your eyebrows scrunch at his words, and before you can interject, he speaks again.

“I know it’s not the best idea, but I know him and as much as I enjoy Atsumu being sad, I know he’ll soon enough be miserable ⎯ because that’s how men are, they lose their chance with someone and then develop stronger feelings for that person causing it all to hurt more.” He says and pauses, “it will impact his career to Y/N, not that I am saying that you’re responsible for him, but just stating things.”

“Give yourself some time to think and text me if you are for giving him seven days to prove himself. Let me know tomorrow.”

On Sunday, you spend most of the morning staring at your ceiling. Pondering what Osamu said You know deep down that he wouldn't steer you wrong, and you have seen how sincere Osamu is in his opinions.

You take a deep breath and send a quick text to Osamu.

"I'm in."

And thus started the mission: to make you fall in love with Atsumu Miya in seven days.

Monday

You sigh as you close the door of your house behind you, only to find Atsumu standing right in front, his schoolbag on one shoulder, and the trademark Atsumu grin on his face: "Morning, Y/N!"

Your eyebrows scrunch at his sudden joyful declaration, "Morning." You reply, and then it hits you: How did he know where you lived?

"How do you know my address?" You ask in bewilderment, and he grins sheepishly.

"I asked my way around; I wanted to pick you up, so I left at 5," he says proudly, and you just stare at him, unsure how to react. The intention was sweet, but does he realise how creepy that is?

You smile awkwardly and nod, walking towards school as Atsumu follows you like a duckling, humming a 00's song. As vexatious as it might be, there was something oddly endearing about Atsumu's unconventional way to win you over, like a pathetic wet kitten.

"Y/N?" he says as you look towards him. "Wanna grab lunch after school tomorrow? I have practice almost the entire day today." You hesitate for a moment, unsure if you should accept his invitation. The thought of spending more time with Atsumu both intrigues and scares you. "Sure, why not? Lunch sounds nice." 

Tuesday

 On Tuesday, you find yourself anxiously awaiting lunchtime, your mind filled with a mix of excitement and nerves. As the final bell rings, you make your way to the designated meeting spot, hoping that Atsumu will show up. And sure enough, there he is, standing by the school gates with a mischievous grin on his face.

"I know a good ramen shop nearby," he says, and you smile while walking with him. As you enter the small, cosy restaurant, the aroma of savoury broth and freshly cooked noodles fills the air, instantly making your mouth water. Atsumu confidently orders for both of you.

The order arrives, and you take a bite of the hot noodles, your eyes instantly widening in delight. "Holy this is amazing; why is this place so underrated?" You gasp, and he chuckles at your words as if you are the most adorable thing in the world.

You almost blush at his gaze before it hits you, its a challenge for him. You are a challenge to him. There's a dull pain in your chest as you keep eating your ramen. The more you eat, the more you can't help but wonder if Atsumu's intentions are genuine. Is he truly interested in you or is he just looking for another conquest? 

Wednesday

You notice that Atsumu is ignoring you completely today. He doesn't even acknowledge your presence when you walk into the room. It leaves you feeling confused and hurt. You try to brush it off, convincing yourself that maybe he's just having a bad day. But deep down, you can't shake off the feeling of being used and toyed with.

The school ends, and you are walking to your home before you feel your hand being grabbed. You turn around in panic and see Atsumu, his eyes softening at your distress as he realises your hand. 

"I want to talk to you," he says softly. his eyes, filled with genuine concern, melt away any resistance within you. 

"Okay," you reply, finally feeling ready to address the mixed signals and confusion that have left you feeling hurt.

"The way you were looking at me yesterday made me think that you were misunderstanding my intentions here." He says and takes a deep breath, "I genuinely like you, YN. I am not stupid. I can see your confusion. Do you really think I am that bad of a person?"/ The vulnerability and hurt in his voice are almost making your heart ache. "No," you reply softly, meeting his gaze. "I don't think you're a bad person. I just... I've been so confused, and I didn't know how to interpret your actions."

"Why?" he asks.

"Because you play with hearts, and I didn't want mine to be another casualty," you admit, your voice wavering. "But seeing how vulnerable and honest you're being right now, I can't help but reconsider." Emotions swirl within you as you take a moment to gather your thoughts. "I want to believe that you genuinely like me, but I need reassurance that I won't end up getting hurt." 

Atsumu smiles at you, reconsidering, and says softly, "It's one week, right? It's not even halfway; don't you know I am full of surprises?"

Thursday

"Come on, it'll be okay!" He says as he grabs your hand and runs to the school roof with you, your lunchboxes in hand.

"What if someone catches us?" You say in panic. 

Atsumu looks at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes and laughs. "Who cares? We'll worry about the consequences later, if there are any."  He says and settles on the ledge, patting the spot next to him for you to sit on. 

You gingerly open your bento as you two eat and Atsumu rants about his practice, occasionally stealing a bite or two from your box You can't help but laugh at Atsumu's playful antics, feeling the stress of getting caught dissipate. As he swipes another bite from your lunch, you playfully scold him, but secretly enjoy the exchange. 

You take a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline rush through your veins. As you gaze out at the sprawling cityscape before you, you can't help but feel a sense of freedom and excitement. In that moment, you realise that maybe taking risks with Atsumu isn't such a bad idea after all.

Friday

Atsumu sits in another row, leaning back on his chair, big and burly, his hand resting on the chair's backrest as he chats with his friends, his obnoxious laughter filling the room as you wait for the teacher.

Atsumu momentarily looks at you, and his eyes soften. A small grin is etching its way on his face, and he waves playfully at you. You got caught looking.

The class soon starts, and the teacher begins the lesson. About half an hour later, you feel tapping on your shoulder. You look back as the girl behind you gives you a small chit, pointing towards Atsumu, wordlessly, the author of the message.

You unfold the tiny piece of paper underneath your desk, preventing any onlookers with their perverse gazes and loud mouths.  "Whatcha looking at?" You huff at his lame attempt, a slight warmth blooming on your cheeks as you contemplate your response.  After a moment of hesitation, you take out your own pen and scribble a reply on the chit, "Not you."

"Ouchie, baby, you've hurt my feelings."Atsumu pouts, making an exaggerated sad face, as he pretends to wipe away imaginary tears as he hands the chit back to you.   You chuckle softly at his antics as he sends another chit. "We have a match on Sunday; be there." You raise an eyebrow at his invitation. "Only if you promise not to show off too much."  Atsumu grins mischievously, accepting the challenge with a nod.

Saturday

Most of Saturday goes around with you frolicking around your house, getting over your chores. You decide not to text Atsumu, knowing that he will be busy with practice, but you find yourself mulling over him more than you'd like. As the day goes on, you find yourself checking your phone more frequently, hoping for a message from him. 

You groan as you flop on your bed and take a deep breath. "Here goes nothing."

How's [delete] That's too informal, right?

How is practice going? [delete] No, that sounds so plain. All those assignments about real-life talking versus texting articles were right; it's so difficult to detect tone!

Hey! [send]

How is practice going? [send]

Okay better. You sigh as you keep your phone on the stand and groan to finish your work. BEfore you hear a ping sound and immediately run over to the phone.

Atsumu: +1 photo

Your heart thumps as you open it. Its a selfie, Atsumu grinning like a child, his hair sweat and face flushed, with the caption: "grinding! 💪🔥"  In the background, you can see a low-quality Osamu photobombing, his hands on his waist, and you can't help but giggle. He'll be okay.

Sunday

On Sunday, you find yourself standing outside the gymnasium, nervously adjusting your bag strap.  As the doors swing open, you step inside, greeted by the sounds of sneakers squeaking on the polished floor and the echo of volleyball spikes as a warm-up.

You shift on your feet in front of the gate before Suna spots you, a fox-like grin on his face before he turns towards his teammate.

"Oi, Atsumu, your lucky charm is here," he says in a teasing voice, and you can't help but flush ever-so-slightly.

"Shut up, Suna." Atsumu groans lowly as he looks up from his stretching routine without breaking his stance, his shirt hiking up slightly as he smiles at you before walking towards you. 

"Hi," he says softly, as if he was almost expecting you to not show up.

"Hi," you mumble.

"I didn't think you'd actually come," he manages to say, his words coming out in a breathless whisper, and you can't help but smile. You look back briefly to see the entire team grinning at the two of you silently.

Atsumu looks back, and you swear you saw his cheeks redden. "Scram!" he says, his voice breaking, and a few of the members can't help but snort at the sound, especially Osamu.

"Sumu, the game boutta, start," he calls his twin as you see the other team lining up.

Atsumu looks back at you with a slight pout on his lips. "Cheer f'me?" He asks softly, and your heart thumps. Atsumu hates when his fangirls cheer for him. You give Atsumu a warm smile and nod. "Of course."  Is this what Osamu was talking about? You are special in his eyes? 

The game begins with an intense match, with both teams clawing at each other's throats. But amidst the chaos, you can't take your eyes off Atsumu. But it's fierce; you can see Inarizaki losing hope after the first set, and you can sense Atsumu's frustration rising. Set one over, and Inarizaki is behind. You see the players huffing and groaning in disappointment as they go to the bench to strategize and relax. You keep observing Atsumu from the audience, noticing how his brows furrow and his jaw tighten with every passing moment. Despite the mounting pressure, he never loses his focus. As the second set begins, their strategy still doesn't seem to be working, and Atsumu and Osamu seem livid.

Amidst the chorus of shouts, you can't help but scream, "Atsumu! You've got this! Stay determined!" Surprised, Atsumu lifts his head and locks eyes with you for a brief moment before a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips. You silently vow to always be his biggest fan, both on and off the court.

He tightens his grip on the volleyball, channelling all his frustration and energy into each powerful serve. With every swing of his arm, the ball slices through the air, landing with a resounding thud on the opposing team's side of the court.  The tension is palpable; you keep praying for him as he strikes, misses. Team strikes, team misses. Just one more, and before you can register it, the final spike is delivered by Atsumu. The crowd erupts into applause. 26-28. Inarizaki won.

The team erupts into what seem to be roars of victory, and you can't help, but smile widely when you watch Atsumu pat his teammates before Kita pats his back and points at you, saying something you can't hear. Atsumu nods at him before he runs towards the crowd, and your heart starts thumping. In your mind, you are squealing as loud as his fangirls when Atsumu leans over to the boundary right in front of you as he smiles at you, and you smile back with the same intensity for the first time.

"How was I?" He says, and you can't help but lean forward and hug him tightly. His eyes widen at the sudden embrace, and he freezes before hugging you back in his arms, all sweaty, and almost lifting you up from the audience. Atsumu looks into your eyes, his face twitching with nervousness, before he leans and captures your lips in a kiss. His breathing is shaky, and you flush before returning the kiss to his quivering lips. The audience is filled with mixed reactions, but they are silent and gasping for most

When you pull away, you look back and see all of Inarizaki hooting and clapping loudly for you two. The kiss turns both your brains into mush, and you realise that Atsumu is capable of "loving you right."

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But Why? Kurapika x (spider) reader

Kurapika x spider reader

He saw you for the first time in the bookshop. An old store that caught his attention due to the sheer amount of nen pouring out of it his eyes caught you. Sensing a presence you looked up from your book, a threatening aura radiating off you as a warning only to find an empty street staring back at you. 

That was close. Kurapika thought. The nen radiating off you left him shaking and curious as to the enigma in the bookshop. After several weeks of making detours past the bookshop, Kurapika finally entered the store after convincing himself of a good reason too. After all, he couldn’t have any distractions, not in his revenge. He needed a specific book, ‘The Magical Properties of the Ruby Eyes (A comprehensive guide)’ 

A bell jingled as the door opened and you looked up, surprised to have a visitor. Peaking out from behind a bookshelf you saw your mysterious visitor. A young man with a girlish face and medium-length blonde hair. So this is the mystery man up close. You recognized his presence from the prior weeks, his nen held a certain bloodthirst to it that grabbed your attention. The young man observed the shelves leisurely, acting casual but obviously looking around for you. 

Kurapika almost left the store when he heard you. 

“Can I help you?” 

A voice like an angel snapped his attention back. 

With teasing big eyes you stared at him, curiousity echoed in the slight raise of your brow. 

“Yes, uh,” he cleared his throat, “I was wondering if you had this title amongst your collection, it's ‘The Magical Properties of the Ruby Eyes (A comprehensive guide)’.”

His voice was soft you noticed, barely above a whisper. You scrunched your brow for a minute, thinking.

“I should have it…” You began walking away, “Follow me.” 

Like a puppy, he followed closely behind, getting a whiff of your pomegranate-scented perfume. You sifted through the shelves for a minute, mumbling to yourself. 

“Ah! Here it is.” You said, handing the copy to the young man. His finger trembled slightly as he grabbed the book. You noticed, eyes trailing down and back up to him. 

“You interested in the kurta clan?” You casually asked. 

His jaw clenched, but he quickly shook it off, face turning into a passive mask once again. 

“A bit,” he admitted, “I heard about the genocide… And I wanted to know why, why someone would do that.” A hidden grief seeped out in his last words. Your stomach dropped at the mention. Images of burning houses flashed through your head, paired with the sickening squelch of their eyes pulled out of their sockets while they still thrashed and screamed. You could still hear their screams, even now. 

Kurapika noticed your pause, watching closely yet your mask didn’t break. 

“It’s terrible,” You said, “Truly terrible.” 

You took a hot shower that night. As if it would burn off all your sins. The killing always made you sick, it was the worst part of the job. You were good at it though, really good. The water ran hotter. But what were you supposed to do? When the man came, bringing his world of books and magic he brought you food, shelter, and family. All you had to do was use your nen, stopping the hearts of your enemies in an instant with a single flick of your wrist. No wonder you had attracted the ‘wrong’ crowd as a starving orphan in Meteor City like so many others. You turned the faucet, letting the steamy water come to a splashing halt. You wrapped your hair in a towel, slowly gathering from the nape of your neck, revealing the spider tattoo that sat there a number four engraved in empty space. 

You hummed as you made your way through the dark Yorknew city alleys, dragging a cart by your side. The young man had disappeared for the last week, he had been coming for up to a month before he disappeared again, seemingly returning to wherever he came from. Kurapika was his name. 

Your thoughts were still disturbed by him through, his sad grey eyes that seemed to pull you in when you talked like a hypnotizing spell you knew would only bring you to destruction. Perhaps he had realized that too. That something was truly wrong with you, something dark and twisted that upon its reveal would destroy everything. You shook your head, no thoughts of him tonight, Tonight you would see your family. Chrollo called an emergency meeting one to which you were invited. Why though you had no idea. You were unlike the other members living a life separate from the group unless called upon directly by Chrollo a man who became like an older brother to you. Comforting you on your first kill, when you fell to your knees sobbing and gasping for air while the other members stared, confused at your ‘weak’ reaction. When they saw you fighting, however, any sense of weakness flew out the window. Therefore, you lived mostly in solitude separate from the others in daily missions but apart from them nonetheless all of you shared a familial bond forged by blood and fire. 

The second you stepped in you knew something was wrong. A heavy coat of grief cast upon the group. Chrollo made his way toward you, his head downturned and defeated. 

“Uvogin.. Is dead.” 

You held the tears in. 

“Oh.” 

You stumbled back to your bookshop that night, drunk with grief you fumbled with the keys. They fell to the concrete steps with a clatter and you fell with them. Sitting on the steps you crumbled, crying for a dear friend you had lost. 

“Y/n…” 

He had barely made it to the bookshop his mind buzzing with the events of hours prior, the promise of revenge still seeping through his bones, stumbling through the cobbled streets drunk on power he came across her. Crumpled across the steps like a broken statue. All he wanted to do was pick you back up again, hold you, and forget about everything that matter but you. 

His voice sounded like an angel. Through tear-ridden lashes you looked up, your lips parted taking him in in all his broken glory. The blue moonlight lit up his figure, presenting himself as your savior amidst the devastation you felt. 

“Kurapika… I need you.” 

Answering your pleas with selfish desire he brought you up closing the space between you with a kiss, soft like his voice. A tear fell from your eye, trailing down your lips he licked it feeling the salt on his tongue. He needed you. 

You met his gray eyes, a hint of red in them now, and your heartbeat. You needed him. 

You were his escape and he was yours. With each other you both could pretend, pretend you didn’t notice each other's power, didn’t notice how he left late at night only to return later with red in his eyes and smelling of iron metal. And he didn’t notice either when your troupe meetings ran later and more often, the threat of the chain user a constant fear. 

It was midday when he stopped by the bookshop. He was overly distraught today you could sense it. The anger vibrated off his nen like an angry wasp. Upon seeing you in the sunlit corner reading the buzzing quieted. You raised your gaze from the book and smiled at him. He approached you from behind, kneeling down behind the chair as he put his nose in the crook of your neck, breathing your scent in as you leaned back into his warm touch. You hummed softly and he closed his eyes trailing pale fingers across your neck. 

Lost in the warmth you didn’t notice when he stopped. His grip on your neck tightened. 

“Kurapika?” 

How? How could you do this? How could you be one of them? He stared in disbelief at the spider tattoo across the nape of your neck. He had been so stupid, so naive to believe in someone. It felt as if he was drowning in air, a cold dagger wrenched through his heart and twisting deeper and deeper as he remembered all fo you. Your smell, hair, eyes, smile, and the way your laugh sounded like church bells to his worshipping ears. He could have stayed in your bliss together. The fantasy shattered upon the spider's reveal.

“Kurapika?” Your voice shook this time, something had changed. His nen presence muted before now suffocated you in its rageful presence filling you with pure terror as you trembled under his fingers. 

“Kurapika, let go.” 

The sound of rustling chains perked up your ears, and Kurapika’s grip let go. Before you could turn around you were tied up. The chains jutting out from behind and wrapping your arms and legs bringing you to your knees. Your heart broke and a gasping sob escaped you. 

“It’s you,” You whispered, “You’re the chain user.” 

Your body trembled as you heard him take a breath, still behind you. 

“And you’re a spider,” he said, his voice quiet yet filled with heavy grief that weighed down his words, as if he still didn’t believe them himself. The tears dripped freely now and your shoulders slumped. 

“Is this it then?” 

Kurapika swallowed hard, not answering your broken question, he feared that if he did he would break as well, more than he already had. The chains had taken their hold now, there was no ending other than death now. 

You swallowed hard, taking his silence as the answer you already knew. 

“Can you look at me?” You shuddered, speaking definitely, “Will you watch me die? As I watched your clansmen die, would you do me the same honor?” 

In a flash, he stood in front of you. Eyes glowing red with rage and pain. 

You looked through his ruby-red eyes, admiring the strength they held in your last moments. You spoke your last words. 

“I’m sorry.” 

He clenched his fist and the chains finished the job, stopping your heart in a single beat. He left everything of you behind in that shop, abandoning everything he had felt for the cold true beat of revenge. There was nothing left but its war cry and the remaining spiders that stood in his way. 

They were both just kids, thrown into a world too cruel, they paid the price. 

[nanaseishiro]

You're an angel, I'm a dog (s.haruchiyo x reader drabble)

Haruchiyo is petrified when you first ask to kiss him.

His breath caught in the ravine of his gullet as you stare at him with those eyes of yours: the ones he would sacrifice the world for if he has to.

“Haru?” You ask softly, you are so patient with him; it reduces him to a soft, pliable mass. He is scared of shattering his mirage of the perfect future (you) if his grip is even slightly harsh.

“Yeah baby,” he says, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he pulls his mask down and stuffs it in his pocket.

It's not like you haven’t seen his face under his mask, diamond scars bedecking the sides of his mouth, in a faint cicatrix, painted by a soft stroke of a pink that should be patented for him.

Your breath is on his neck as you look up. It is a gust that seems to wash away his sins.

He loves you like a dog. Feral in all its gruesome and bloody glory, how in the end he has his head perched on your lap, kneeling as you brush your hands in his hair, loving him despite all his blemish and bestiality.

The diamonds on the corner of his lips tremble as he leans close, his hand grabbing you closer by your waist, he’s scared.

No one has ever been this close or seen him this vulnerable. He’s afraid of disappointing you. He is nervous about losing control. He is anxious about his first kiss.

“Haru, don’t be nervous.” You say as you move your palm to trace those diamonds on his face; more valuable than any hallmark ones you can find.

He has to close his eyes to control himself, his name uttered by your mouth, Ha-ru… He’s Sanzu to the world, but he is your Haru.

The brush of your skin, feeling someone stepped up on the accelerator of his heart. As you bring your finger towards Sanzu's face, a gentle caress over the bridge of his nose elicits a subtle scrunch at the tender sensation. Your finger then glides to the dip of his lips, tracing the contours of his mouth with a delicate touch, before lingering over the ridged skin at the corners with a gentle reverence.

His lips part in a shaky 'o', head tilts slightly, revealing a constellation of blue veins on his neck, his Adam's apple bobbing like a soft landmark on the expanse of his flesh when he gulps.

He leans in, the muscles of his face twitching slightly before he stops halfway through. Your noses touching. His sharp, small naxal muscles, and fuchsia eyes peering into yours like the world is ending.

And then your lips finally meet. It's awkward and stiff, with skin getting caught between teeth, lips hitting cacophonically, but it's special, enchanting perchance. It's gradual, saccharine melting of lips, eyelids fluttering, palms holding each other's faces comfortably..

Breathing heavily and pulling away with flushed faces as silly grins break onto both your faces.

Sanzu loves you like a dog but kisses you like you are his god.

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Healing ★ ft. jjk men (Geto, Gojo, Nanami, Toji)

synopsis: how the jjk men help you heal from your fears and worries

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

The way your heart jumps to your throat at Geto-sama cursing out some damn 'monkey' is almost pitiful. Its cruel, the way he is gritting his teeth, the way his voice booms in the echoing chambers

Suguru's rage, its not even directed at you. But his voice is a bit too loud for your liking. Till it overpowers any other voice in your surroundings and sends your mind into an overdrive.

A numbing buzz echoes in the cortex of your brain and you feel a familiar heat behind your eyes.

It claws at you, your bottom lip trembling in the storm you get caught until a soft warmth holds your shoulders.

You look in front, met by scrunched eyebrows, that furrow in concern, pale lips parted in concern.

"Angel?" the storm says, his breath caught in his lungs. But he's cruel alright? Relentless, but the storm calms. He turns into soft gusts around you. Suguru cups your face in his hands, thumb caressing the apple of your cheeks.

"You okay?" he asks quietly and you nod softly.

"What happened? You zoned for quite a bit there, scared me there, angel."

""s nothing, I just got a little startled when you...spoke a little loudly." you say and his eyes soften, pale lips pressing on your temple.

"Sorry angel, I should've been more careful around you, it's my fault, but you gotta know my anger could never be directed towards you," he murmurs, brushing his hand through your hair.

A storm indeed, but Suguru is your breeze on an autumn afternoon.

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

You listen intently to Satoru as you both sit on the dinner table. He goes on about his day, the way he was a pain in the ass for the higher-ups again. You chuckle and take a sip from the glass next to your plate, but your fingers lose their grip on the glass as it falls down, shards scattering on the marbled floor. Your eyes widen and silence crashes down in the living area, your breathing fastens and you don't even dare look back at Gojo.

"I am sorry- I am so sorry, I'll clean it up." You say letting out a rictus laugh as you lean down to haphazardly pick up the glass shards, your hands trembling like having just come from the shower on a winter day.

Bending down you pick up the shards with your bare fingers and Satoru's eyebrows furrow at your behaviour.

"Y/N, sweetheart you are gonna prick yourself with those shards." He says but his words cease to travel the vacuum you have built around yourself.

Gojo kneels to your level and grabs your wrist, feeling your erratic pulse under his fingers, the shiver of your limbs, you look similar to a dog under a firework show and his chest hurts.

"Sweetheart relax, you'll hurt yourself," he says softly, terrified, even more than you possibly. He is so scared of scaring you. He is so scared of making it worse. You take in a sharp breath and nod lightly.

"Let me get the dust-pan and broom this," he whisper softly, leaving you between the constellation of the shards, your thoughts, coiled into an unforgiving a ball, only broken when he walks back, kneeling beside you, gently dusting the pieces into the pan as he looks at you with a smile.

"There, all done," he says and searches into your eyes for a reaction. The faint cinkle in them shouts, 'you are not mad at me?' It’s so obvious from the watery look on your face.

“I am not mad, sweetheart, I could never be mad at you” He affirms and smiles. His hands, move to brush your hair gently, reaffirming it.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

You hate this. You hate how stupid this scanning ticket-check system makes you feel. It makes you feel like a boomer, a hobo if you might as you struggle with getting the scan done. Its not even then fact you can't operate it. You can easily operate it, but there's people behind you, waiting, groaning all the the while your hands tremble in mortification.

Beep. Denied

Beep. Denied.

Beep. Denied again

It was never ending, the machine kept on denying your effort and you could swear you heard someone in the line behind you groan.

"Here, let me," a voice interjects and you look up at Nanami, his eyes softening at the sight of your flushed face as he gently takes the ticket from you and gets it scanned...oh so it was this way. You feel your cheeks flush in embarrassment, wanting to cry out of anxiety.

You feel Nanami's arm against your lower back as it curls around your waist, walking a few steps ahead with you, his embrace blocking any extraneous factors that trouble you.

"You okay, love?" he inquires softly, his thumb rubbing circles on your spine.

"I feel stuped Ken'" you mumble your voice cracking.

“You are one of the smartest people I know, y/n” he coos slightly, “you just got overwhelmed, even the best of us get overwhelmed sometimes and that’s alright.” He says, caressing your shoulder gently.

“There’s a lot of things you can do that I can’t.”

“Like?”

“Hmmm….like being this effortlessly cute all the time.” He chuckles and kisses your forehead.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

Toji Fushiguro was one of those men who had not an ounce of gentleness in them. Those hunter eyes of his that never softened at anything. Its not his fault, its just the way he looks. He can't help it.

The thing about Toji is that he snores while sleeping and yet somehow even with those deep snores, his sleep is restless.

So when he grumbles and opens his eyes to your dry sobs, scrunched eyebrows and spasmodic body. He jolts awaken.

The thing with Toji is that he hates his sleep being disturbed, but what he hates even more is seeing you in despair, seeing you suffer like that.

"Y/N, wake up, you are having a nightmare," he says, softly nudging you with his scarred hands. You jolt awake and turn to him, your eyes blurry, your cheeks wet, and your lips parted for an aborted sob.

Toji's heart drops to his stomach at the visual. He sits up straight and his arms instantly come up to pull you to his chest.

"Ssh, what did you dream about baby?" he asks, letting you nuzzle into him and get comfortable as his hands softly caress your back, his warm palm running up and down, heating your cold body.

You sigh against his chest and shake your head, "Just had a dream that you left me..." You say and he sighs, resting his chin on your head

"Such stupid dreams my baby has," he says calmly, his deep voice rumbling in a low purr. "How could I ever leave you?"

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[nanaseishiro]

thinking about childhood friends w rin where hes a huge loser as a kid and gets picked on a lot and ur a lil older so u protect him. they move away though and u dont see him again in person until u come back to japan

and tah-dah, the cute little sensitive brat u used to protect is a 6ft tall massive Man who is very sexy and double surprise - he is very insanely possessive of you and starts sabotaging all ur dates bc hes been in love w u since u were little

[nanaseishiro]

୨♡୧ A LITTLE RELIEF — rin seems a little worked up, so you offer him a helping hand.

pairing. itoshi rin x reader.

warnings. f!reader. established relationship. oral (m!receiving), needy + whiny rin, mentions of penetration + creampies. MDNI. all characters written 18+.

rin usually looks peaceful when he sleeps.

his face lacks any signs of distress; much different than when he’s on the field or in the presence of who he considers to be his irritating teammates. but now, there’s a crease between his brows and short, labored breaths push past the pink of his lips. dark green strands of hair stick to his forehead, wet with sweat.

the sight is almost concerning.

your hand rubs his bare shoulder before you give him a few shakes in an attempt to rouse him. his head shifts positions but his eyes don’t open. “rin, babe. wake up,” you speak, nudging him a bit harder.

your prodding finally wakes him, long, thick lashes fluttering with every rapid blink of rin’s. he breathes in deeply through his nose as he pulls himself up so his weight is resting on his elbows. a quiet “fuck,” accompanies the exhale through his mouth.

“nightmare?” you question. he replies with the shake of his head. you wonder what else could have gotten him so bothered and are given your answer when rin reaches down to adjust his shorts. your mouth forms an “o” at the realization and you sit up on your knees with your next words. “want some help with that?”

“i’m fine,” he insists, running a hand through the damp strands of hair.

“aw, come on,” you say with a teasing lilt to your voice as you move to straddle his legs, “you must’ve gotten pretty worked up. let me give you some relief.”

one of your hands rubs circles against his thigh while the other toys with the waistband of his shorts. you can feel his skin jump beneath your fingers at the contact and your proximity to his erection. he sucks in a breath at the graze of your nails against his abdomen. any reluctance he once had washes away with the reaction. “shit, pull it out.”

“my pleasure,” you purr. his cock is heavy in your hand as you release it from its confines. the head is flushed red, evidence of his arousal. beads of precum gather at the slit and you can’t help but blow a cool stream of air against it. his hips jerk up at that, unintentionally leading you to fist his length. a broken moan bubbles up from his throat, a noise you aren’t used to hearing that makes the corners of your lips tug up in satisfaction.

“please,” he chokes out. there’s desperation in his voice, a neediness you don’t usually have the luxury of hearing. while the sound is music to your ears, you can’t deny him any longer.

“can’t say no that you,” you admit, licking your lips before lowering your head and pressing them against his tip. you offer him a few more soft kisses, the last one open-mouthed and transitioning to sucking.

rin’s relieved sigh drifts through the air as you work your way down his cock, jaw relaxing to accommodate the length. you can feel each twitch, every throb, the further you take him. his hips chase you as you drag up his cock, a wet pop echoing throughout the room.

he almost asks why you’ve stopped when the wet, warm sensation of your tongue swirls around his sensitive head. it draws a breathless whimper from rin; a noise he didn’t know he was capable of making. he’s sure he sounds pathetic but your mouth feels so good that he can’t find it in him to care.

“more,” he pleads, voice just above a whisper. his hand weightlessly rests atop your head, not nearly heavy enough to push you down, but just enough to relay the message that he doesn’t want you to stop.

you’d smile if you could but you settle for letting your lips stretch to take him deeper. your cheeks hollow with your hum of pleasure, the vibration of it pulling yet another noise of gratification from rin.

the erratic rise and fall of his chest coupled with the soft pants rin breathes into the air is enough to tell you he’s close. you relax your jaw to take the rest of him—until your nose is pressed against his pelvis and you can feel him in the back of your throat. it makes your eyes water, tears gathering on your lashes, but it’s worth it to see rin’s head thrown back, to hear his wavering moan of contentment.

your head bobs on the length of his cock, nose kissing his pubes each time you come down and spit dripping down your chin with every up and down. he throbs against your tongue, twitches in the tightness of your throat as his orgasm creeps up. a grunt accompanied by the warmth of his cum flooding your mouth leads you to pull back, every drop of his release sliding down your tongue.

his hips stutter with his climax, unconsciously chasing your mouth. uneven breaths push past his lips rin’s lips as he comes down from his high. he can’t help but think it would be all the more satiating if his cock was buried in your cunt, if his cum was painting your walls instead of your mouth, if he could hear your whines and cries of pleasure with his own.

you give his cock a parting kiss before propping yourself up on your elbows and gazing up at rin from beneath your eyelashes. “mm, better?”

“i will be,” he starts, thumb swiping across your chin to collect the mess of spit and cum and holding it in front of you to clean up. “after you let me fuck you.”

you waste no time popping the finger in your mouth, tongue swirling around it before you give it one final lick. a smile makes its way onto your lips with your reply. “i’m all yours, baby.”

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