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I ALWAYS FORGET I SHARE A BIRTHDAY WITH IZUKU MIDORIYA

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so now you might be thinking shortest hiatus ever right

i'm still occasionally working on content but my interactions on tumblr and discord will probably be quite limited (and it is at this point i would like to apologise to everyone who's tagged me in fics/tag games)

if you leave comments or rb my stuff i'll be eternally grateful But. quietly so

from now on i’ll be on an indefinite hiatus (as if i haven’t already been on one lmao)

the past week has been very very busy but also very very good to me, and i basically haven’t touched dc and tumblr in about four days. honestly i’ve never felt more relieved and relaxed? i was comforted by the lack of constantly feeling like i need to post

and i hope you’re proud of me because last night i took a look at the 3.7k jean fic sitting in my drafts (and i’ve been dying to finish and post it, btw) but i decided now’s not a good time to work on it and it will finish itself when the time is right

that + the loss of sirhamburrger has just made me realise i’m becoming more and more of a passive fandom member and that’s okay. it took a lot of courage to even become a fic writer and that’ll always be a part of myself i’m proud of, but i realised it’s fine to step back as well

i just wanted to say thanks to the people still liking my old work because you’re the only reason i may ever come back to this hellsite, that and the fact that i have a dream of someday becoming someone’s favourite fic writer :)

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airport pickup (y. isagi x foreign exchange buddy!reader)

wc: 0.6k tags/cw: f!reader, can be read as pre-bllk isagi (still losersagi) a/n: mostly inspired by isagi's travels in the latest chapters + exchange students my friends hosted back in hs (maddie @3p1logu3 we havent talked in a bit but i hope you like this)

yoichi is absolutely ecstatic when he’s selected for his school’s foreign exchange program (he’s never gone anywhere further than okinawa). he feels like he’s floating through his days, a little starstruck by the idea that someone is actually coming to his country, his house, to live with him for two whole weeks.

his english isn’t exactly the best, but he throws himself into studying anyway, cramming vocabulary lists and pronunciation videos into every spare moment. he even switches his phone’s language settings to english, which results in some mild chaos when he accidentally resets it entirely.

still, he’s determined. he wants to make a good impression.

so when the big day finally comes, he decides to meet you at the airport himself. he polishes his sneakers the night before and gets there an hour early, just in case. but your flight ends up delayed by two hours. not that he minds too much. 

he spends the time nervously scrolling through soccer news, his headphones in, eyes occasionally flicking to the arrival screens. he watches the world cup livestream to distract himself, trying not to think too hard about what you’ll be like. he doesn’t even remember your name off the top of his head. he’s sure he looked once, but it slipped right out of his brain somewhere between past participles and irregular verbs.

then suddenly - 

“hey!” he feels a light tap on his shoulder. “you’re yoichi, right? my exchange partner?”

his heart practically jumps out of his chest. he whirls around so fast his phone nearly goes flying. and standing there - right there, in front of him - is you.

and the only thought echoing through his brain, english vocabulary forgotten, is -

pretty girl.

he hadn’t expected this. not at all. not the way your smile curves up so easily or the way your eyes meet his without hesitation. you’ve got a small backpack slung over one shoulder and a suitcase rolling behind you, and you look completely unfazed by the hours-long flight. he, on the other hand, feels like he’s just been hit by a freight train of panic and hormones.

“h-hi,” he stammers, suddenly very aware of how sweaty his palms are. “it’s really great to meet you. your accent is very good.”

your laugh - light and warm - makes something flutter in his chest. it’s a sound he finds he could be addicted to already, rather embarrasingly. “you can be honest, yoichi! i’ve still got a long way to go.”

you glance down at his phone screen, where the livestream is still running. then your gaze shifts to the small collection of soccer keychains swinging from his bag.

“oh, do you like soccer?”

he exhales in relief. a safe topic. finally. “yeah. i play for my school’s soccer team.”

your eyes light up. “will i get to watch you play while i’m here?”

he nods, trying to play it cool even though he’s sure his face is still a hundred shades of red. “yeah, we have practice every other day, and there’s a big game on saturday. you could come watch, if… if you want. b-but only if you want.” 

he cringes internally. smooth, yoichi. real smooth.

“i’ll be there!” you smile sweetly, then go on to talk about how excited you are to meet his friends and family. or something along those lines. admittedly, he’s too focused on how your lips move to focus on what you’re actually saying.

the second your back is turned, he groans internally and runs a palm down his flushed face. it’s not even been five minutes, and he already knows one thing with absolute certainty: he’s completely and hopelessly done for. and it’s all your fault.

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otoya as hongdae guy

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from now on i’ll be on an indefinite hiatus (as if i haven’t already been on one lmao)

the past week has been very very busy but also very very good to me, and i basically haven’t touched dc and tumblr in about four days. honestly i’ve never felt more relieved and relaxed? i was comforted by the lack of constantly feeling like i need to post

and i hope you’re proud of me because last night i took a look at the 3.7k jean fic sitting in my drafts (and i’ve been dying to finish and post it, btw) but i decided now’s not a good time to work on it and it will finish itself when the time is right

that + the loss of sirhamburrger has just made me realise i’m becoming more and more of a passive fandom member and that’s okay. it took a lot of courage to even become a fic writer and that’ll always be a part of myself i’m proud of, but i realised it’s fine to step back as well

i just wanted to say thanks to the people still liking my old work because you’re the only reason i may ever come back to this hellsite, that and the fact that i have a dream of someday becoming someone’s favourite fic writer :)

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i fell off after switching accounts

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if you were wondering what my lazy ass has been doing in all the time I haven’t posted

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if you were wondering what my lazy ass has been doing in all the time I haven’t posted

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⌞▹⌝ meet the... MENTAL ILLNESS SQUAD

DIRECTOR'S CUT (R.BRAUN X F!READER)

REINER BRAUN, ANNIE LEONHART, BERTHOLDT HOOVER, PIECK FINGER and PORCO GALLIARD ; aka the cast of 'warriors' ; aka best friends who grew up in the industry ; aka five single people on the midst/verge of an identity crisis

taglist: @mayyhaps, @stellar-headquarters, @mia-can-yap-too

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DIRECTOR'S CUT (R.BRAUN X F!READER)

⌞▹⌝ SYNOPSIS: they're on two different sides of that clapper board. the best love stories have been built on less, though.

⌞▹⌝ TAGS/CW: actor!reiner x director!reader; written + smau; use of 'y/n' only in smau portions; this is about the la entertainment scene even though i've never been and my only references are smosh and dropout; this is just all my hyperfixations rolled into one fic

⌞▹⌝ PLAYLIST: dropping soon

CHARACTER INTROS: ⌞▹⌝ mental illness squad ⌞▹⌝ control freaks ⌞▹⌝ dumb brunettes + niccolo ⌞▹⌝ broadgays/theys

SCENES: ⌞▹⌝ one. ⌞▹⌝ two.

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my neocolonialism paper is done... war is over...

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new series spoilers

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KAI HI IMY

(i dunno if i already sent one but yes🙂‍↕️)

no not yet hiiii <333 i alr know your new theme will be bomb

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hiiii do you add people to tag lists? if you do can i be added to the ‘To Dance Among Flowers: Levi Ackerman’

yes ofc!! glad you're liking it so far <3

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heh... don't mind if i do

WRITE IT!!! WRITE THAT SELF INDULGENT SHIT!!!

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PACIFIST - ts!armin x diplomat reader

CHASING HORIZONS: ARMIN ARLERT (PART OF THE CALM AFTER THE STORM: A COLLECTION)

TAGS/CW: reader is an eldian from liberio, lowkey this won't make a lick of sense at all || WC: 0.5k

“commander,” you say simply, not looking up from your papers. your voice is level, clipped. “didn’t expect to see you so early today.”

the scratch of your pen is the only sound in the room. armin shuts the door behind him. the click lands too loud in the stillness.

“i thought i’d make time to speak with you,” he says, his smile measured, tight, “before everyone else arrives.”

you don’t look up, but your pen stills for just a breath before continuing. tension hums beneath the silence - thin, stretched, ready to snap. your guard is up. he suspects it always has been.

and if what reiner says is true, that you are barely an adult, even younger than he himself is - it makes the erwin-esque look in your eyes all the more scary.

the commander of the survey corps, face-to-face with one of marley’s most brilliant - and dangerous - minds. he’s imagined this meeting more times than he cares to admit; so far, it’s unfolding exactly as he feared.

“well - please.” your voice cuts through the air like glass. “take a seat.”

he obeys, slow and careful. you finish your last sentence, cap the pen, and fold your hands over the page with unnerving precision.

“let’s cut to the chase. why are you here?”

“i -” armin’s voice catches in his throat. you’re a lot sharper than the warriors warned him you would be. colder. no one warned him that your silence would feel like a scalpel.

he steadies himself. “they’re looking to me to lead the diplomacy effort. and i want us to get off on the right foot.” he meets your gaze. “i want to understand how you operate. so we can find common ground without compromising our beliefs.”

you tilt your head slightly. your eyes narrow - not quite hostile, but far from open. assessing.

“that’s admirable,” you say. “though i’m not sure if it’s idealism or just naivety.”

he flinches, barely, but doesn’t let it show.

you continue. “and what exactly do you think my beliefs are, commander?”

“i don’t know,” he answers finally. quiet. honest. “i haven’t gotten to know you yet.”

you lean back, arms crossed. the tension doesn’t break - it shifts. thickens.

“forgive me if i’m getting ahead of myself,” you murmur - not sounding the least bit sorry - “but i know the kind of man you are. a pacifist. and i’ve dealt with enough of those to last a lifetime.”

your voice is colder now.

“you want to know how i operate? fine. lesson one: i don’t trust easily. not your team. and definitely not you.”

the silence that follows is suffocating, but armin holds your gaze.

“then let me earn it,” he says.

you study him for a long beat. something flickers behind your eyes. not approval. not warmth.

but maybe... curiosity. interest.

and hopefully, a growing respect.

“very well, then.”

you stand and walk to the door. the muffled voices beyond it fall silent at the sound of your approach.

“let’s meet your team, commander arlert.”

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THE CALM AFTER THE STORM: A COLLECTION "for love is but a war, and i am your soldier"

TO DANCE AMONG FLOWERS: LEVI ACKERMAN (ts!levi x florist!reader)

he settles into a largely uneventful post-war life in the city of liberio. that all changes when he meets the florist at the local street market.

entries:

THE MEMORIAL ⇢ a moment of connection, shaped by loss and the silent language of flowers

HEART AND SOUL: REINER BRAUN (ts!reiner x therapist!reader)

his wartime scars don't seem to have faded even after all this time, and they’re not the physical kind. maybe he needs to see a doctor of some sort.

entries:

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CHASING HORIZONS: ARMIN ARLERT (ts!armin x diplomat!reader)

they hail from opposing sides of the great divide, but they share a common goal. amidst carnage and political chaos, that could be enough to bring them together.

entries:

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STILL STANDING: PIECK FINGER (ts!pieck x ex-scout!reader)

once enemies, and reunited by chance in her hometown of liberio, they discover that the only place they feel truly understood is with each other.

entries:

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levi: @alebrasil0101 reiner: armin: pieck: all:

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