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Reblog if you write fic and people can inbox you random-ass questions about your stories, itemized number lists be damned.

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Thanks for the tag 💕

Here's a reminder- this is a wip I haven't edited yet so,,, yeah anyway I'm hoping I can make it better lol

"I care about you, and you can try to drive me off, but I won't let you destroy yourself," he warned.

Not tagging because I'm lazy <3

Last Line Meme

Rules: Write the latest line from your WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the line. I was tagged on my main by the lovely @tortoisesshells. Thank you!!

This isn’t the latest line I’ve written (yay for writing things out of order), but it is the last line so far of the next chapter of “And Every Winter Turn to Spring,” until I write the actual ending of the chapter:

And sometimes men have swifter, more merciful hands.

Tagging: @ladytp-annex @viola-ophelia @musicboxmemories @culper-spymaster @tallmadgeandtea @bi-spinach-husband …I feel like I’m forgetting someone, and I’m two people short as well. If you’re a writer and you follow me, consider yourself tagged!

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Terushima Yuuji x male!Reader

Requested

Content warning: cursing, sick character, Yuuji didn’t take care of himself, like,,, one sex joke technically (in which the reader is implied to be a top but- yeah anyway), if I missed anything let me know

To set the scene real quick (because I’m just like this I’m sorry)- Yuuji is in an extra room that they have, but really don’t use (they don’t have a lot of stuff, what can I say?) unless one of them feels bad (physically, mentally, whatever) but since neither of them get sick a whole lot, and when they do they kinda just collapse where they have their dizzy spell and spend the next couple days living there. Therefor this room has been dubbed the ‘Breakdown Room’ and they absolutely spent money buying a plaque engraved with that name and attached it (and they will 100% be bringing it when they move out) Anyway it’s just a mostly empty bedroom, it’s got a couch and a small table, and a couple boxes in the corner of stuff they had when they moved it (they’re gonna get rid of it because they don’t need it but like,,, busy, executive dysfunction, all sorts of stuff… Anyway onto the story!

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“You’re a hypocrite.” “No, I’m Yuuji.”

Y/n gave him an unamused look while he exited the room.

“To be fair, I didn’t nearly pass out in the kitchen,” Yuuji pointed out, giving his boyfriend a goofy grin. Y/n scowled as he walked back into the room with a tray in his hands. “Getting your dizzy spell at work is not better than getting it at home,” Y/n scolded. He looked frustrated but as soon as his eyes landed on Yuuji his gaze softened. It always did.

Y/n set the tray down and knelt next to the couch, reaching to Yuuji’s face and brushing some hair out of his eyes. Yuuji leaned into his touch, letting out a small sigh at the warmth of Y/n’s touch.

“The audacity,” Y/n whispered. Yuuji snickered, flinching slightly as a flare of pain shot through his abdomen. He opened his his eyes and looking at Y/n curiously, wondering if he’d noticed, but the man wasn’t looking at him, instead scanning over the contents of the tray once more. “Me? What audacity?” Now Y/n turned to him with a playful glare. “You just have the audacity to be so adorable all the time. You’re such a pain in the ass,” Y/n grumbled. His voice was annoyed, but the way he very gently ran his hand through Yuuji’s hair spoke more for his feelings than his words ever did. Yuuji chuckled at him again.

“Really? I kind of think it’s the other way around,” he joked, smirking a little and raising an eyebrow. Y/n sucked in a breath and sent him a sharp glare, leaving Yuuji quietly laughing, then cringing as his head throbbed and his torso ached. Y/n took notice of the change immediately.

“Hey, hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re gonna be alright, love,” he cooed, once again running a soothing hand through Yuuji’s hair.

“It hurts though…” Yuuji mumbled, pulling his blanket tighter around himself. “I know it does. But you’ll be alright. I promise,” Y/n soothed, leaning forward and gently kissing his temple. “In the meantime though. I brought soup, orange juice, and medicine,” he said, turning to the tray.

Yuuji followed his gaze and moved to sit up, cringing again at the pain and trying to ignore the tiredness in his body.

Y/n quickly set a hand on his shoulder, urging him to lay back down and Yuuji really just didn’t have much fight in him.

“You don’t have to take it now, hon. Go slow with it, alright? Eat first, then medicine, then orange juice.” “Seems specific,” Yuuji murmured. “Well, medicine on an empty stomach would just make you feel worse, so eat first. And medicine also happens to taste bad, and orange juice happens to not taste as bad so…. Anyways what I said was just a suggestion, but you’re definitely eating before taking medicine.” “Aye, aye, captain.” Yuuji grumbled into his pillow, letting his eyes shut again.

Y/n let out a fond sigh and continued carefully brushing his hands through Yuuji’s hair, smiling softly at his boyfriend.

He leaned in and kissed the top of his head, then sat back, adjusting his blanket, smiling a little as he remembered what Yuuji had said to him last time he was sick.

“Just so you know, I will kiss you when you’re sick, so get healthy or else you’ll have to deal with sick me again,” he playfully threatened. Yuuji hummed in response, giving a tired smile. “I know.”

Y/n couldn’t help but remember hearing how after so long couples begin to act alike. Was that happening between him and Yuuji?

Neither of them were very good at taking care of themselves, but they were good at taking care of each other. Maybe the co-dependency wasn’t exactly healthy but no matter the situation, Y/n knew that he would have Yuuji’s back, and take care of him when he needed to, just like Yuuji does for him. Unhealthy or not they were happy with each other, and that’s really all that mattered in that moment. They could learn and grow later, but for now Yuuji lay on the couch with a blanket and a pillow and Y/n curled up next to the couch, leaning his head back into the cushion, taking hold of one of Yuuji’s hands and getting comfortable as both of them drifted on the edge of consciousness.

Yeah, they would be just fine.

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hi, I'm not sure if you're taking requests but I really love your terushima x male!reader stuff and I was wondering if I could request a male reader oneshot where it's terushima who's sick and the reader has to take care of him? anyways have a great day/night <3

I'm gonna be honest with ya, I want planning on taking requests (I’ve never been really good at getting them done so I stopped doing them altogether), but I love this so much I am 100% going to do it. Thank you anon, and I hope you also have a wonderful day/night 💕

Anyway it’s posted now ✌ have it

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Terushima Yuuji x male!Reader

Content warning: nearly passing out, sick reader, cursing, again, please tell me if I missed/you want me to add anything

This is a part 2 to my last Terushima post. As you can see, I forgot what the story was, so it’s just a sick fic w/ Teru

Y/n paused, again, staring into space, his face getting pale. Yuuji watched him nervously, standing and moving over.

“Babe? You alright?” He asked, pausing beside Y/n, his hands twitching slightly, ready to catch him if he fell. Y/n looked down, then over at Yuuji, then to the floor again, tears filling his eyes as his headache got worse.

“M’ head hurts,” he whispered, his voice breaking slightly as tears began leaking out of the corners of his eyes.

Yuuji quickly led him to the couch and laid him down, going back to the kitchen and getting him some water and pain meds, coming back in and giving them both to Y/n, who carefully took the meds and drank the water then handed Yuuji the cup back.

Yuuji wiped Y/n’s tears away then pushing his hair back and placing his lips on his forehead.

“Damn. You’re burnin’ up, honey,” he said quietly, moving back and carefully rubbing his face. “Kinda feel like shit, not gonna lie,” Y/n joked lightly. “Yeah?” Yuuji asked, pushing Y/n’s hair back. Y/n gave the smallest nod, the pounding headache preventing him from moving very much.

“Well, maybe you came down with something. Are you in pain?” He asked. Y/n hesitated then nodded. “Sorry I didn’t tell you…” he murmured. “It’s alright. Just tell me next time, yeah? I don’t want to find out you’re not okay when you nearly pass out in the kitchen, alright?” He cooed softly. Y/n nodded a little again, closing his eyes to block out the light. Yuuji looked over to the window and opened the curtains a little, enough to light up the room, but not hurt his boyfriend’s eyes, then he turned off the lights, allowing Y/n to open his eyes.

“Good news,” he starts. “What’s that?” Yuuji asks, peeking at him out of the kitchen. “I’ve regained the power of sight.” Yuuji snickers a little. “Wow. Incredible. And you didn’t even have to do much.” “I know right?” Y/n sighed happily. “I’m amazing.”

“Your sarcastic voice is far too good,” Yuuji commented with a little chuckle as he turned back into the kitchen. “I think you’re just jealous,” Y/n responded easily. “If my joking voice sounded that real I think Suga and Sawamura would’ve had my head the moment I breathed in your direction,” he joked, then he came in and sat down by the couch where Y/n was laying and looking over at his face while Y/n stared either at the ceiling or directly past him. Y/n never did like eye contact all that much so when talking to someone he would focus on their forehead, or their nose, or look past them, if they insisted he look at them, or if he wanted to look at them.

“You’re so pretty,” Y/n murmured, reaching out towards Yuuji. The blond smiled and leaned forward so that Y/n could pat his head like he always did. “You’re prettier,” he shot back, setting his cheek on the couch and looking up at his sick boyfriend. “I’m too lazy to get an Uno reverse card right now, so just pretend, okay?” Yuuji laughed more, but toned it down, even though Y/n’s headache was going away, he figured it was better safe than sorry. “Right back acha,” he chuckled, leaning his head into Y/n’s touch.

Y/n gave him a soft smile a goofy little grin and relaxed even more as Yuuji carefully grabbed his wrist, moving Y/n’s hand from his head and setting it on his cheek, leaning into the palm for a moment then turning his head and kissing his wrist.

“You better get feeling better soon or I swear- if you think I won’t kiss you while you’re sick if you decide to take too long, you’re dead wrong.” He playfully threatened. Y/n chuckled weakly, his eyes closed again, but this time not out of pain. “Yeah, I know. I’ll try,” he chuckled lightly, gently patting Yuuji’s face as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

Y/n pulled his hand back and shifted slightly until he was comfortable, then he drifted off. And that’s when Yuuji got to work.

He stood and grabbed a soft blanket, carefully draping it over Y/n’s sleeping body and taking his phone and plugging it in. He paused and brushed some hair back out of Y/n’s face. It flopped right back and he couldn’t help but smile, leaning down and kissing the bridge of his nose then heading to the kitchen to make some soup.

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Terushima Yuuji x male!Reader

Content warning: cursing, recording someone without permission, implied ed (not explicitly mentioned I don’t think?), please tell me anything I might’ve missed

This is literally 100% self indulgent, and the original actually has my name on it, I just changed it to Y/n to share with other people

This is part of an idea I had where Y/n went to Karasuno (this doesn’t have a specific time period, but they’ve graduated high school) and he can get easily overwhelmed by people who are super loud and/or energetic. The third years learned how to help him out, and ended up being kind of protective over him (especially Suga and Daichi, not that Asahi didn’t accidently use his height and looks to scare off people when Y/n got overwhelmed) Y/n starts dating Terushima and the third years are very worried about their relationship not being great because Yuuji is the way that he is so Y/n records some moments to prove that he’s actually a lot softer than they think, starting off with Y/n recording a video of Yuuji waking him up

Y/n took a few deep breaths, glancing at the phone again and forcing his breathing to even out so his heart could slow to a normal rate. Then he waited until Yuuji began stirring. He grinned then suppressed it quickly, closing his eyes and calming himself once more.

Yuuji squirmed a little, then let out a heavy breath, groaning slightly as he woke up. He shifted a little then sat up a little, blinking around blearily then looking down at Y/n, leaning over a little, humming quietly and watching his face for a moment, then deciding that he looked like he was still asleep. He carefully moved the blanket off himself, making sure it stayed on Y/n, glancing over really quick just to make sure it had before getting up and heading to the bathroom.

He gets ready for the day and Y/n shifts a couple of times, waiting for him to get back.

Yuuji eventually did come back in, heading over to Y/n’s side of the bed (Y/n sleeps on the right side and that’s where the camera is), crouching down so he could see his face. He gently poked his cheek and Y/n managed to stop his facial muscles from moving.

“You still asleep?” Yuuji asked quietly, tipping his head. He leaned forward and kissed Y/n’s forehead then went back around and sat on his side of the bed, checking his phone and looking over at Y/n every once in a while.

As the clock got closer to 9, he got more fidgety and anxious.

“When did you fall asleep?” He wondered quietly, reaching over and brushing some hair out of Y/n’s face, rubbing his cheek lightly. “It’s almost 9, baby,” he murmured, moving so he was laying down next to Y/n again, nuzzling his face in his boyfriend’s neck. “You hate waking up after 9,” he murmured. He was silent for a moment, just breathing in his boyfriend’s scent and sighing a little, placing a gentle kiss on the side of his neck. “I hope you aren’t too tired,” he murmured one more time then moved back and sat up, shaking Y/n gently.

“Y/n,” he called quietly. This time Y/n couldn’t stop the corner of his mouth from twitching up. Thankfully it was the one that was pressed into the bed. “It’s wake-up time, come on,” he continued, leaning over and brushing Y/n’s hair out of his face again, then rolling him onto his back so that Yuuji could stroke his face.

Y/n inhaled sharply, some of his muscles twitching and he opened his eyes slowly, pretending that he’d just woken up. Yuuji smiled down at his boyfriend, tilting his head again as he watched him wake up.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he greeted, leaning down and kissing his forehead again.

“Hi, Yuuji,” Y/n murmured, smiling sleepily up at him. Yuuji’s heart fluttered hearing his name. Y/n always said that he loved his name and that always made him happy.

“Sleep well?” He asked, continuing to stroke his hair. “Mm… about as well as I can,” Y/n responded after a moment. “Well, that’s good at least. Think you can eat something for me?” Y/n tensed up. “You don’t need to. I know there’s a lot of reasons you don’t eat in the mornings. But if you can manage, we can do pancakes. Some with chocolate chips too, if you’d like,” he offered.

Y/n relaxed and stared up at him with a small smile. Yuuji couldn’t help but smile back.

“What?” “I just… I really love you.”

Yuuji stared down at him. He wasn’t shocked to hear the words but they did make his heart flutter. He pulled him up into a hug, holding him tightly and laughing.

“Well, that’s good. Because I love you too!” He said excitedly, but careful to not let his voice get too loud. “And I’ve already met your parents and declared myself their son-in-law. I would hate to have to take back my words,” he teased, pulling away and standing up, poking Y/n’s nose then turning towards the door.

“You get ready, I’ll get pancakes,” he said simply, grinning then slipping out of their shared room.

Y/n stared at the door with a dopey smile then covered his face, a lighthearted giggle escaping his mouth.

“Fuck,” he whispered, dropping his hands and still smiling. He shook his head then stood up and grabbed his phone, stopping the recording.

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Content warning: Cursing, dysphoria mentioned/implied, past relationship, death mention (tell me anything I missed) Context: Ripley is my D&D character. Angel was his girlfriend, then she died. I was talking with my dm, and they said something about a necromancer bringing her back for some reason, so I wrote how one night might go if that happened.

“What are you here for?” “Why did you leave?” “Why are you still running?”

Ripley grabbed at his hair, rubbing his eyes. His head hurt. His heart was shriveled. His stomach was twisted. Everything was so wrong. Why? Why was she here?

“I was moving on. I was doing better. Goddammit, why the fuck are you here?” He growled, but his voice was strained. “You know why, Ripley.” There was a short pause.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked. Ripley looked away, leaning forward, putting his elbows on his knees and folding his hands.

“At the time? I just didn’t know.” “But you knew before I died.” “I did.” “So?” “So what? I was young, and I was scared. I didn’t know what was happening, all I knew was that Leloth left a bitter taste in my mouth and every single part of my body screamed that it wasn’t right.” “You could’ve told me. I would’ve helped you.” “Not like it mattered anyway.” He murmured.

“Ripley, please, just talk to me.” She begged as Ripley stood, picking up a bucket and throwing water in the fire, putting it out, then smothering it. “You’re dead, love. Have been for a long time. I’ve come to terms with it.” “Have you?” “Well… it’s a process. I’m still working on it, sure. But it doesn’t haunt me the way it used to. I can sleep soundly now, and I don’t need-“ he paused, then rounded on her. “I don’t *want* you here.” She was unphased. “This isn’t how someone who’s moved on would react.”

“Go back to being dead, Angel. I loved you, but that was a long time ago. Life doesn’t suit you,” he growled.

“Ripley, you’re not okay.” She called quietly. He paused, stopping in his tracks, but he didn’t look back, only down. “No maybe not… But I will be. Soon.” He paused. “Maybe…” He shook his head a little. “Hopefully…” He pulled himself up again, continuing his walk.

“Goodnight, Angel.” He said dismissively. “See you in the morning.” She responded. “Let’s hope not.”

That night his dreams would twist into nightmares, and just like always, he’d convince himself that it’s not worth bothering anybody. He’d just sit there, awake and alone, and wait for the others to wake up so they could move on.