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new fic who dis

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66219523/chapters/170695573

brother, let me be your shelter (never leave you all alone) by justasuperfan on ao3 :)

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chapter one is out! mind the tags and TWs. happy reading!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66219523/chapters/170695573

finally convinced myself to start writing a supernatural fic after months of trying

here are some excerpts to motivate myself and excite the huzz

“But, Dean thinks, he would be a good father. 

And it’s a little too late for thoughts like that.”

“Dean has been trying to act normal. Pretend Sam didn’t literally die in his arms. Pretend he won’t be dragged to Hell sooner rather than later. He wants his last year to be just as wild and abnormal as his first twenty-seven. But Sam seems hellbent on keeping that guilt on the surface. It’s like Dean is all the kid can think about.”

“‘Sam, stay with me,’ Dean chokes, grabbing his little brother’s face. The back of his head is sticky with blood, hair matted down, and Dean finds himself trembling uncontrollably as his fingers come back stained crimson. 

Sam, to his credit, tries. His eyelids flutter uselessly, snatches of dim hazel peering up at Dean.”

if you couldn’t tell already, this is set during season 3. a case fic in arizona mixed with sam whump and plenty of angst on both sides. i’m excited to keep working on this and share it!

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finally convinced myself to start writing a supernatural fic after months of trying

here are some excerpts to motivate myself and excite the huzz

“But, Dean thinks, he would be a good father. 

And it’s a little too late for thoughts like that.”

“Dean has been trying to act normal. Pretend Sam didn’t literally die in his arms. Pretend he won’t be dragged to Hell sooner rather than later. He wants his last year to be just as wild and abnormal as his first twenty-seven. But Sam seems hellbent on keeping that guilt on the surface. It’s like Dean is all the kid can think about.”

“‘Sam, stay with me,’ Dean chokes, grabbing his little brother’s face. The back of his head is sticky with blood, hair matted down, and Dean finds himself trembling uncontrollably as his fingers come back stained crimson. 

Sam, to his credit, tries. His eyelids flutter uselessly, snatches of dim hazel peering up at Dean.”

if you couldn’t tell already, this is set during season 3. a case fic in arizona mixed with sam whump and plenty of angst on both sides. i’m excited to keep working on this and share it!

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rec hurt sam winchester fics😁

absolutely no wincest or you will be #blocked😍

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where all the six minutes fans at. just got back into it and dying from lack of content

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arcane roleplay on roblox is a strange and wonderful place

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arcane baddies where are the hurt jayce fics🙏🙏

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HELPPPP BESTIE I THINK WE WERE DOOMED BY THE NARRATIVE FROM THE START. BESTIE I THINK THE UNIVERSE PUT US TOGETHER ONLY TO TEAR US APART AND LEAVE ME TO PICK UP THE BROKEN PIECES AS YOU START OVER WITH SOMEONE NEW. BESTIE I THINK WE WERE NEVER MEANT FOR EACH OTHER WE WERE PIECES OF TWO DIFFERENT PUZZLES BUT IT LOOKED LIKE WE FIT. BESTIE HELP

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guys please recommend ekko-centric fics im begging🙏🙏 preferably angsty

my underrated king has too little fans on ao3

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new zolu fic!

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nekoma as things my friends have said (but its mostly yaku and kuroo cause they’re my favorites)

kuroo: guys i said mr miyagi is the ideal man and kenma blocked me

yaku: genuinely what is wrong with you

kuroo: you’d kill an innocent fish if it was ugly?

yaku: is that even a question? yes

kuroo: ok but what if one of our teammates was an ugly fish, what then

yaku: depends on who it is

kuroo: lev

yaku: he’s gone in 0.2 seconds

kenma: imagine being on the verge of collapsing and coach nekomama says one lap of diving drills. that is my reality

fukunaga: sorry neko-what

kuroo: Now no one can turn my honey badger into a honey ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) badger without getting caught

yaku: girl what

kuroo: it’ll be tough to beat fukurodani. but where there’s a will there’s a will. and you can bet your ass theres a will.

lev, helping shibayama prepare for a test: whatever you do, make sure you choose the right answers and not the wrong ones. hope this helps ( ＾∀＾)

lev: here are my stats

stamina: 0

intelligence: 3

strength: 17

competence: 0

charisma: 25

this is out of 5 btw, i’m just built different

inuoka: this goes hard, may i screenshot?

kenma: if you give me $10

kuroo: bro just recreated nfts

kai: wait what if we had limited edition nfts of everyone on the team like trading cards

kuroo: everyone at the function losing their shit when i pull out my rare limited edition 1992 rizzlord kenma card

kuroo: If you woke up in the middle of the night with kai looming over at you staring into your soul, wouldn't you feel a sense of calm and security?

yaku: no

kuroo: damn just me then

kuroo: wait how long do you think it’ll take for everyone on the team to injure their ankle somehow

yaku: not long if i have anything to do with it

kuroo: tbh marrying mr miyagi would make me a happy woman

kai: ???

kenma: caught in 4k

kuroo: not unsending i said what i said

fukunaga: i think a fish could make me laugh but god forbid i kiss those fishy lips

inuoka: im homies with everyone on the team. imagine not texting coach nekomata good night every night. embarrassing

kuroo: me when the bear gang shows up: ohhhh no its the bear gang. we better hide in this super sturdy tent. but what we don’t realize is da bear gang can use zippers

yaku: stop biking *bowling **bullying

kuroo: me never biking or bowling again because yaku-paisen said so (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

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karasuno as things my friends have said

suga: is asahi awake yet?

noya: ya he is going to be woken up in a minute

suga: can i come kick him in the head

daichi: Oh that would be amusing

kageyama: the only way to solve this is a cage fight

hinata: Ok see you tomorrow

tanaka: hinata VS kageyama headlining on UFC Fight Night tomorrow at 7:00 EST

hinata: sick

tanaka: I'm betting hinata knocks out kageyama round 1

noya: placing bets on hinata but who knows, we shall see

noya: 1+2+1=14

tanaka: Bro how

hinata: holy crap, whats 362847283x36173819389

noya: Easy, it's 2.3. Getting spam emails from Harvard rn saying that want me.

hinata: my god he's a wizard

suga: im holding my will to live like a basketball and bröther the net is open

kageyama: who are you, oikawa or something?

hinata: yes! i looooove milk bread!😁

daichi: i can’t i have an orthodontist appointment monday

suga: bro plans his life around the dentist💀

noya: was i there

tanaka: idk probably

ennoshita: was i there

tanaka: you haven’t been to practice since 1987

suga: i opened my fridge and my pitbull cutout fell on me

asahi: wait you have a fridge in your dorm? lucky

daichi: why is that the question you’re asking

*picture of yamaguchi with rings drawn on his hands*

hinata: look at his beautiful jewelry

kageyama: is that marker

hinata: no its rings

tsukishima: really cause it looks like marker

hinata: that’s the crazy thing about rings

tsukishima: but is it

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excerpt from one of my private bokuaka fics

But part of him wonders, if they’d met any other way at any other time...could they have been friends? Or maybe even more than that?

He’ll never know. But maybe...maybe he wants to know.

And that’s scary.

He’s jolted out of his thoughts again when something warm touches against the hand he’d rested on the cool stone of the building. He jerks it away but then puts it right back when he realizes--it had been Bokuto’s hand that had touched his. And that wasn’t entirely unwelcome.

His fingers are interlocked with the other boy’s. Bokuto’s hand is big and warm, and Keiji thinks maybe he kind of likes it. The cold wind, the overcast skies, the world far beneath them. He kind of enjoys the happiness it brings, happiness that he’s never been allowed to have.

“Bokuto-san?” 

“Hm?”

Keiji takes a breath. “Thank you. For stopping me.”

“I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I didn’t.”

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drabble i found in my old haikyuu doc

“Kageyama,” Someone stands above him. “He’s gonna be okay. Stop worrying so much.”

Tobio looks up at the voice. It’s Tsukishima, of all people. 

“Like you care.” Tobio scoffs.

Tsukishima just picks a seat next to him which, well, great. Just dandy. That’s exactly what he needs, this guy who despises him trying to cheer him up when he’s worried enough already. And shit, he doesn’t know why he’s so worried. But he likes Hinata, really really likes him, and he doesn’t want anything to happen to him.

“Despite what you think, I don’t go around wishing pain on people. I have a heart.”

“Doesn’t seem like it.”

Tsukishima pushes his glasses up with a smirk. “You’re the one who’s always rude to Hinata, anyways. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say something nice to him.”

What?!

He’s a great friend to that little brat! They hang out...sometimes...and race to the bike rack after practice, and play volleyball together…

Tobio’s just...not great at feelings. He doesn’t know how to react to this stuff with Hinata other than smacking him upside the head and calling him names.

“I...I’m his best friend. Take that back, you ass.”

“Hm. Doesn’t seem like it. You’re always yelling at him and calling him a dumbass.” He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. “I’m just saying.”

Dammit. Tobio will never admit this, but...Tsukishima is right.

“If you want my opinion…”

“I don’t.”

“...You should talk things out with him when this is all over. Not like I care or anything. It’s just annoying to watch you oblivious idiots walk all over each other.”

Ugh. Stupid Tsukishima, always in his business. But...it’s good advice. He supposes.

“Thanks.” Tobio mutters.

“Sorry, what was that?”

“Shut up, asshole. You know what I said.”

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kagehina judo au?

Judo is a game of chess. It favors skill over sheer power, technique over size or force. 

Hinata’s fighting, desperate for a throw. Trying to get Tobio down with strength alone. His foot wraps desperately to no avail. He’s not close enough. Tobio lets him push. Lets him get out his frustration and anger. 

And in one calculated, swift move, he shifts. Using that momentum, sliding out of the way, leaving his foot right in Hinata’s path. And down he goes. 

“Shit—” Hinata hisses as he goes down, tumbling over himself and landing in a clumsy backfall before jumping to his feet. “Again!” He shouts, foregoing the slap-bump and charging straight at Tobio with a rough grip. 

For all his lack of technique, the guy is strong. If Tobio were any smaller, Hinata’s throws might be working. But with his height, Hinata really needs to learn some throws other than o soto gari. He’s getting too predictable. And there’s nothing worse than your own throw getting used against you. 

“Hinata! Go for a hip throw, stop trying to sweep!” Sendei Ukai shouts, clearly frustrated with his student. With good reason. Judo is a sport of skill. And while Tobio has been honing his for years, Hinata still can’t seem to grasp the idea. His boundless energy and strength are useful elsewhere—sparring, self-defense, maybe even Jiu Jitsu, if utilized properly. But not here. Not in this uniform, in this belt, on this mat. He needs to learn a lesson. 

Hinata steps in to a messy O Goshi, barely getting low enough to even get his arm around Tobio’s waist. He’s being sloppy. He’s desperate. Tobio sinks down, sliding quickly until his foot is in between Hinata’s, snaking his arm in front. And he spreads his wings. 

The timer beeps loudly, pulling him right out of his stupor. Class is over. Hinata is lying on the floor, hands covering his face. Tobio knows he’s not hurt—when he’s hurt, he jumps up right away and gives a fake smile and tries to keep going until Sensei sits him out. When he stays down, face red and body tense, it’s because he’s frustrated. 

Tobio sighs, kneeling next to him. Everyone else is beginning to give high fives and bows and running up to the front of the room to line up. Sensei is staring at the pair with one eyebrow raised. Tobio raises a single finger, and Sensei nods in that ever-understanding way of his. 

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possibly one of my favorite fics i’ve written

fav line - “‘I miss you.’ Shouyou says it first, shattering the comfortable silence. And it all comes flooding back. All the memories of stolen kisses in the storage room, heads laying on stomachs as they stared up at the stars, volleyballs flying overhead during lunch break. He misses being Shouyou’s one and only. He misses the greedy, selfish attention of the sun.”

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my most recent fic - kagehina fluff