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heartcereql · 1 year

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there’s nobody here, just us together

☆ xavier thorpe x f!reader

SYNOPSIS- soft moments between you and xavier

CW- lowecase intended, established relationship, just pure fluff

A/N- wrote this while writing a bigger fic i’m working on hheheheh. anyway, hope y’all like it, requests still open :)

light shone through xavier’s dorm window. you could feel his breath hovering over you. his hair softly tickling your face. bodies tangled with each other underneath the bed sheets. your skin caressing his, one intoxicated with each other’s touch.

you wanted to stay like this forever. make the world disappear, just the two of you, bathed in the morning sun, taking in each other’s presence.

xavier opened his eyes. he looked down at your resting figure, admiring how the reflections of sunlight gave you an ethereal aura. just laying there, in all of your pureness, eyes closed, chest rising as you breathed, head resting on his arm, he knew he wanted to be with you. now and forever. a smile made its way to his lips as he pressed a feather-light kiss to your forehead.

you weren’t asleep. you hadn’t been for a while. but you liked the feeling of you in his arms, the warmth irradiating from his body. you were merely resting, longing for an eternal moment like this.

you finally opened you eyes, only for you to find your dear lover looking at you, a smile softening his features. some strands of hair fell over his face.

“hey” he said, as soft as a whisper.

you leaned into his arm, the air you exhaled through your nose soothing his skin.

“hi” you looked up at him again, observing his eyes, shimmering under the golden rays of sunlight.

he leaned down, and started pressing tender kisses to your temple. you smiled, hands finding their way to his hair, stroking it gently.

“xav?” you hummed.

he tilted his head to look at you, foreheads almost touching. your lips captured his for a few instants. your fingertips were now tracing delicate patterns on his neck. both of you heartbeats speeding up.

you pulled away, smile not leaving your lips. your hands moved to cup his jaw.

“thank you” you said. a playful frown appeared on xavier, encouraging you to carry on. “you know, for everything you’ve done for me. for every time you’ve been there. for every noticeable and not so noticeable sign of care and affection” your hand moved away from his jaw to his hand, interwinning your fingers. “you make me feel like, not like home, like my safe place. i love moments like these, where there’s nobody else but us.”

he pushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, before leaning in again, noses almost rubbing each other. his gentle smile adorned his face once again.

“we’re the captains of our own souls. and mine led me to yours.”

and with that your lips were devouring each others’ again. your hands were now around xavier’s neck, deepening the kiss. joy bubbling up in both of your guts. the kiss was eager as it was delicate. how his fingertips brushed against your skin, how his lips tangled with yours perfectly.

xavier’s lips were hot on yours, settling, nibbling, pulling at each other for more. when you eventually stop, gasping for air, he can’t help but admire you once again. eyes closed, exhaling heavily, strands of hair ruffled. you look like the prettiest mess ever.

#xavier thorpe #xavier thorpe x reader #xavier thorpe imagine #heartcereql

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lluvv4tt · 1 year

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New Roomies

bakugou x Fem! Y/n

warning ⚠️: cussing, corny humor, lowecase intended‼️

y/n and bakugou just started college, and they think they’ll be roommates with the same gender, little did they know they’ll be roommates with each other..

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“y/n, sweetie, do you have all of the things you need?” your mother asks. “ugh yes mom, you asked me this question ten times.” you say annoyed. “im sorry im just nervous for you.” your mom stated. “mom, you know i should be the one nervous not you.” you say. “besides, i will be fine, how bad can it be?.” you ask. “okay well-.”your mother gets cut off by her seeing a taxi pulling up to pick you up.

“okay, thats my ride.” you say. “oh sweetie, im going to miss you so much.” your mom emotionally says. “you know you can come back whenever you want.” your mother says. “i know mom but i gotta go.” you say walking away. “BYE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH” your mom yells to you.

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you pull up to the university, and you take your bags and enter the building to redeem your dorm key. “hi, im here to redeem my dorm key.” you say. “whats your last name sweetie?” the university worker asks. “its l/n.” you state. “uhm..okay, well im just going to let you know there was a little.. mix up when we were enrolling everyone and putting them in their dorms so just beware.” the university worker says. “what?” you ask confused. “nevermind, heres your key have a good one!” the university worker says. “um, you too?” you say.

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“ugh those stairs are an atrocity, like what kind of dormitory doesnt have a working elevator?” you ask yourself. you take out your keys, and unlock and open your dorm front door. “hello?” you ask. you remember that the university lady said something about “a switch up” but you just shrugged it off. you walk into your pitch black dorm room and try to find a light switch. when you turn on a light, you see a blond hair red eyed man standing right infront of you. gah dayum! he looks finer than WINE. you say in your head. “well? what the fuck are you looking at, weirdo?” the boy ask. wait.. WHY IS HE A BOY?? “are you deaf or something? why is a girl in my dorm?” the boy asks.

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tojisis · 3 months

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this is an unpopular opinion.

🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉🍉

lowecase intended.

to me, at least to me, being told to fight hard till death for palestine is a good motivational message for you to distribute, but how you distribute it and to whom is the problem. yes, of course, i cannot deny that there's a genocide being set in motion and it's killing thousands of hundreds of seventeen year old boys like myself some of whom are forced to fight for their country cause of the harsh conditions that demand their immediate attention, self denial, orphaning, disfigurement and death. i should be having the privilege to do the bare minimum for these people, which is reposting what i see online instead of being frowned upon for not fighting hard enough. last time i checked, i am the 4th oldest child in a middle class family with my 3 other siblings having a family of their own to feed let alone my mother and father. i cannot do ANYTHING for them, i cannot fund for them, i cannot fight next to them and im not even a politician powerful enough to call for a ceasefire. im just a politically curious teenager searching for somewhere to stand not to earn everyone's respect, but because i despise slaughter. even if i were to turn 18 the following day, i would still be an immature teen chasing the wind with my reposting and it only seems that no matter how godawful i may be i magically become respected if i support palestine and other teenagers, much younger than me are threatened to go to hell, commit suicide and are subjected to slander if they support israel or remain neutral, when i personally thought we were rooting for peace. if you REALLY want them to do something for palestine:

1) STOP GIVING THEM ATTENTION!!!!

2) STOP THREATENING THEM!!!

3) BLOCK THEM!!!!!!!!

Same goes for your favorite zionist celebrity and or brand, if they already have a global pedestal, LOWER THEM FROM THAT PEDESTAL IN ORDER TO ACT!

The bare minimum THOSE people can do is fund, which won't do much either since their caravans will get exterminated by the IOF.

God did not bestow onto the righteous man to be a well leading politician. In fact, God did not bestow onto man to even massacre man. It was man who bestowed onto man to be man's slaughter and man's slave and it will be man who will lead man to his death.

i am powerless and so are the same politically curious teenagers of either side. they are not the root of the problem, they're just teenagers, it is the disgusting men of power in my tv screen who refuse to call for peace and instead bombard palestine with infused chemicals and missles which surpass that of hiroshima, it is the disgusting men who have a territory of land no man can buy who fight and call for the end of a single small piece of land. might i know why is a politically curious teenager on the side of israel irritating you so much? can you not plea to educate them nicely and instead act like the people you are supposedly FIGHTING AGAINST? educate them. tell them why israel is in the wrong and how innocent civilians are losing their lives at an alarming number, if they refuse, block them. easy as that, it's not THEM who're fighting for palestine, it's YOU ALONG WITH US. you cannot change people and their opinions, you cannot subject them to supporting palestine if they don't want to. it's that simple. we're fighting for a cause, so focus on what YOU AND WE are fighting for.

thank you.

❤️🖤🤍💚❤️🖤🤍💚❤️🖤🤍💚❤️❤️🖤🤍

#freepalestine #palestine #gaza #freegaza #politics #israel

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odinsarchive · 3 years

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you're that nothing

when people

ask me

what i'm thinking about

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feralworkaholic · 3 years

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did y'all notice that mahito's feet are either randomly in view, very detailed, or like.. just oddly focused on? Is mahito just foot fetish service??? it's been on my mind.

#mahito #jujutsu kaisen #mahito jujutsu kaisen #feet #anime feet #why is anime feet a tag???#lowecase intended #foot service #fanservice

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i800anime · 3 years

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— seijoh four + yahaba and kyotani + demigod AU

pairing: iwaoi with slight matsuhana and implied kyouhaba

description: oikawa meets the goddess of love, and can’t seem to figure out who she reminds him of.

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genre: alternate universe , au

wordcount: 2.0K

warnings: none

tags: aobajohsai au , seijoh four , haikyuu au

𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙍𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀: just a drabble of an AU me and my friends came up with. more content possibly coming soon if this does well!

— lowecase intended

. . . . . .

“i swear, do you have to be so DRAMATIC?” the group of five boys we’re currently walking up mount st. helens, and oikawa had just done something incredibly stupid.

“but it was annoying me,” the son of zeus waved his hand nonchalantly at iwaizumi.

“that doesn’t mean you SEND IT FLYING!” oikawa decided that since a nymph was nagging them about forest safety and he didn’t want to listen, he would use his powers to blast it to the other side of the mountain.

“i swear you guys bicker like an old couple..” matsukawa, their satyr friend; piped up from behind the two demigods. their other satyr friend, hanamaki walked beside him, trying to hide his laugh. he was doing this highly unsuccessfully. iwaizumi scrunched his nose up in disgust while oikawa cooed at the idea, throwing an arm around his best friend.

“imagine us iwa-chan, as an old married couple. though naturally, you’ll have wrinkles cause of all that frowning you do.” oikawa poked the boys forehead wrinkles and pulled away, marching ahead of the group. “now let’s go, people! we have a mirror to obtain.”

iwaizumi couldn’t help but roll his eyes, but nonetheless followed his unspoken “fearless” leader. although he may look untouchable to everyone else, iwaizumi always noticed the falter in his face when he was challenged with a hard choice, before plastering on a fake smile. he noticed that too. oikawa had only smiled genuinely three times in their life.

one, when he was awarded best setter in elementary school, before they got drug off to camp by matsukawa and hanamaki. two, when oikawa had gotten claimed. it was very ironic that the boy was the son of the most powerful god. and three, when iwaizumi had given him an alien plushie he’d bought at a store during a camp field trip.

iwaizumi couldn’t help but notice these things, as he’d grown up with the boy.

they we’re currently on a quest to retrieve aphrodite’s mirror that had been stolen by a group of cyclopes. a prophecy had been relayed by their oracle, and iwaizumi, oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki and yahaba were on their way;

“three half bloods shall go west,

their friendly satyrs put to the test,

a love shall be revealed

the storm and wise used as a shield.”

it was obvious who was meant to take it, as everyone at camp had known about the groups story.

oikawa and iwaizumi we’re on the volleyball team with hanamaki and matsukawa when yahaba and kyoutani joined. their satyr friends seemed stressed by this, but the boys couldn’t figure out why. until one day after practice a shrilling shriek was heard behind them.

“i knew i smelled demigod! you’re gonna be a great full course meal!” the group turned to see the form of an old lady shift and churn before it launched into the air. oikawa immediately dove behind the bleachers and yahaba passed out. kyoutani ran over to the boy to catch him, setting him down in between the seats of the bleachers.

“what IS that thing?” oikawa yelled, peeking between his fingers.

“shit.” matsukawa and hanamaki said in unsion. the pair began to pull off their joggers, causing oikawa to scream again, and iwaizumi to close his eyes. when he opened, his two friends were sporting furry legs on their bottom half, pulling out silvers swords from their pockets. they charged at the monster as it dove and dodged, getting a few hits in.

“what the hell..” iwaizumi muttered to himself, staring at the scene in front of him. he glanced at oikawa shaking behind the bleachers, then kyoutani vigorously waving a folder over yahaba’s face.

the ace looked around for any type of weapon, before feeling a sharp pain on his side. iwaizumi cried out as he gripped the wound, feeling dizzy as he pulled his hand away and saw red. the flying lady gasped with delight, training her black eyes at him.

he stumbled back, glancing behind him to see his two friends with newfound legs scurrying over to him.

“iwaizumi! are you-“

a crack in the atmosphere cut his friend off, as the hairs on the back of their necks began to stand.

“you HAG! how dare you hurt my iwa-chan!” the three boys turned to see oikawa glaring at the monster, static forming in his hands. iwaizumi could feel the anger radiating off of the boy, as he watched in awe.

she looked almost worried as he approached, static growing more powerful with his every move.

oikawa almost seemed to glow as light produced off of him, eyes powerful as a hundred suns.

“you’re gonna pay for that!” he moved his hands in a downward motion and a lightning bolt broke through the ceiling of the gymnasium, slamming the monster into the ground. it immediately disintegrated, just as oikawa began to wobble in place. the static started to dissipate, and iwaizumi found himself running over to the him, just like his friend had.

“oikawa?” he put a hand on his friends back, leading him to sit down next to kyoutani.

“what just happen-“ kyoutani cut the boy off with a growl.

“the fuck was all that!” he stood and got into matsukawa’s face. “you mind telling me what’s going on?”

“maddog calm down-“ hanamaki started.

“don’t fuckin call me that!”

“GUYS!” oikawa shouted, immediately regretting it as he grabbed his head. iwaizumi immediately placed a hand over his in their laps. “let them explain, maddog. sit down.”

kyoutani grumbled but took his place back next to a sleeping yahaba.

. . . .

iwaizumi smiled at the memory, proud of how far him and his friends had come. they went from fighting that fury to fighting minotaurs. though the journey to camp was hard at just 14, they’d made it. it was crazy to think three years had passed.

he was drawn back to reality when oikawa was slowing down, beckoning the group forward with his hand.

the four boys crouched behind him to see what he saw. there were three cyclopes surrounding an object that reflected right into iwaizuni’s eyes. aphrodite’s mirror.

he glanced at yahaba, who had seemed slightly distracted during their quest. kyoutani couldn’t come with them, as he’d sprained his ankle during capture the flag. the son of apollo was oddly upset about his absence. during their years at camp, the duo had grown fairly close. they went on all their quests together, and this was the first one where they were apart. they were an odd pair, a son of the sun god and the son of the war god, but they made it work.

oikawa crouch walked around the clearing, diving behind rocks to stay hidden. the rest of them spread out, trying to create a proper ambush. the monsters climbed down the mountain, settling on a peak a few down from the mirror.

they all grabbed their weapons, oikawa with a dagger, iwaizumi with a spear, hanamaki and matsukawa with swords, and yahaba with a bow and arrow.

“hey onion breath!” oikawa called, stepping out from behind his rock. “mind giving me that mirror back?”

iwaizumi inwardly cursed at the boy, his bold tactics always taking him by surprise. the three cyclopes turned around, taking in the human beneath them.

“oh look, a snack!” one of them cheered. he had specs of brown hair on his head and a wide blue eye.

oikawa shook his head. “no, not a snack. but now that i think about it, i’d probably taste delectable.” iwaizumi could hear hanamaki snicker at this, and he couldn’t help his smile.

they watched the boy as he tried to reason with the cyclopes, trying to hide his nervousness.

oikawa was a pro at hiding his emotions, being a son of zues and all. as he stood in front of the one eyed family, he tried his best to put on a calm face.

“are you sure you can’t? i mean honestly what good is it doing you? you guys aren’t specifically known for your looks.” as soon as he said it, he knew he’d said the wrong thing. the one on the left roared and swiped a hand out at him, causing him to have to roll away to dodge.

he landed and hopped back on his feet, smirking as yahaba shot an arrow directly into the one in the middle’s eye. iwaizumi ran out, sliding between the right cyclopes legs, and swiping at its calf with his dagger. the monster roared, trying to stomp on him, but matsukawa ran by and pulled him out the way, stabbing its pelvic bone.

oikawa turned to face his own cyclops as iwaizumi and matsukawa’s disappeared into dust. he sidestepped as it tried to slash him, but he was a second to slow as it got a scratch on his shoulder. oikawa winced, internally grateful it wasn’t his fighting shoulder.

the 6’1 boy continued his assault, jabbing and slicing. as they fought, they climbed the peaks, getting closer to the prize. oikawa could feel his power rising as the altitude increased.

‘just my area of expertise,’ he thought. ‘the sky.’

once he was able to manipulate the wind enough to get eye level with the one eyed figure in front of him, stabbing it in the chest. it became a pile of dust and oikawa had to wave away the particles as he coughed.

he realized he’d fought his way up the mountain, his friends nowhere to be found.

a young lady appeared in front of him, making her way over. oikawa was taken a back by her beauty; spiky black hair with olive green eyes and thick eyebrows that were raised on her forehead as she took in his appearance.

“with looks like that i’m surprised you aren’t my child.” the lady proclaimed with a frown. the expression looked vaguely familiar, but oikawa could not place it.

“aphrodite..?” he uttered cautiously, backing up to guard the mirror.

“yes son of zeus. no need to panic.” she hummed and the boy exhaled in relief. “i see you and your friends have defeated the cyclopes.”

oikawa fought the urge to roll his eyes at the goddess stating the obvious. he himself had initially thought he was a son of aphrodite upon arrival to camp. but after being around her kids for a few years, he couldn’t believe he’d even thought that.

“yes we have.” he responded, placing his dagger back in its strap on his thigh. “this is your mirror, yes?”

the goddess smiles and oikawa swears his heart stops. she gives him a knowing look and goes to collect her belongings, just as his friends race up the mountainside.

“oikawa!” iwaizumi calls, looking around frantically, until he spots him and the goddess. the four boys bow as they watch her take them all in.

“son of athena.” iwaizumi looks up and his eyes grow wide. he then changes to a look of confusion before deciding his spear was more entertaining to look at.

“thank you demigods, for retrieving my mirror. your work will not be forgotten.”

she gave a wave of her hand, and a gold chariot with beautiful white horses attached appeared in front of her.

“here is how you will get back to camp. i grant you safe travels.” a cloud of pink smoke engulfed her, giving off scents of roses, then cedar, before it and the goddess disappeared.

“i HATE the smell off whiskey.” yahaba exasperated, cleaning his arrows off on his shirt. oikawa raised an eyebrow, as that wasn’t what he’d smelled.

“whiskey? smelled like rain to me.” iwaizumi said, his spear forming back into a bracelet.

“hm..” oikawa started, sitting on a nearby rock. “she looked.. oddly familiar? i couldn’t place it.” he played with his dagger, scrunching his nose up at the monster blood splattered on it. the brown haired boy looked up at his friends for any type of explanation.

iwaizumi hummed at his declaration, then frowned. oikawa froze. suddenly, he knew why the goddess had looked so familiar.

he’d heard stories about how looking at the goddess would have you gazing upon the one you love most. her magic could transform her face to look different for everyone who saw it. but oikawa had never thought that would mean he’d see his best friend.

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