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Thank you Dan for feeding my obsession with this man 🙏🙇‍♀️

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"i deserve a break frfr" -Anaxa at that moment probably

what is wrong with him

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Peak writing y'all 🙏😭

go loud

summary: Kita x F!Reader. you come back from university. he’s still waiting.

wc: 1.4k

cw: one (1) instance of kita lookin at ur butt, pining, misunderstandings, reader is carried but kita is a strong farmer so don’t be offput lol

a/n: sorry for being obsessed with using fanfic to work out feelings about my hometown

you've been acting weird around kita ever since you came back from the city.

when you decided to move back to hyōgo after graduating university, he'd been delighted in his own quiet, mild-mannered way. he'd always hoped for this outcome, though he had tried to hide it. you seemed happy when he came to visit you, but he always had the uncomfortable sense that you were becoming something beyond his comprehension, wearing styles that were unfamiliar, laughing about jokes for which he lacked context, your heart expanding at the rate of the universe but somehow without room for him in it.

he knew this was silly reasoning, but he just felt... drowned out in tokyo. it made him afraid that someday you would stop seeking his voice—but you hadn't. instead, you had called him one day and said "shinsuke, what do you think of my moving back home?"

he thought so highly of this idea he could have climbed the sky tree for joy. finally, things would return to the way they had been since you were children. you would meet him on saturday mornings and walk to the market with him, one hand supporting a book, the other holding his. he would be waiting in your kitchen when you came home from teaching language lessons at the high school, slicing up vegetables and laughing with your mother. you would sit on the narrow paths between the rice paddies as he weeded, mimicking the sounds of birds and frogs back over the water. his world would fall back into place.

it hadn't. you had come back with a little piece of that loud city life inside your soul. on saturday mornings, you no longer relied on him for guidance while you frantically turned pages and attempted to walk into poles; now, you face the morning with a bright smile and shout greetings to people even kita isn't familiar with from across the street. it takes fifteen more minutes to reach the market because everyone has questions for you that you answer bashfully, one hand on the brim of your sunhat as kita stands beside you, his hands in his pockets. you teach at inako, but don't come home until late, stumbling through the doorway and laughing about how much fun you had at karaoke with your colleagues. you always invite him, but his mornings are much too early. you insist on helping him weed when you come with him to complete his chores, borrowing a pair of his boots and sliding around in them as you stomp toward the paddies. occasionally, you slip, and he's forced to put a hand on your waist to steady you. your yelp startles all the birds, their feathers fanned out stark black and white against the sky.

this isn't what's weird. kita is pleasantly surprised that you've found your voice, having always chafed against what you felt was your stifling hometown. he's pleased to watch you smile, the flash of your teeth as your new friends compliment you, the sway of your hips when you return from karaoke inebriated. the feeling of your body beneath his square palm makes his heart pound fast, but that isn't anything new either. he's always been in love with you. how could he not be?

you, however, jerk away from kita's touch, water sloshing into your shoes when you stumble again. he asks you to taste test his cooking, but you knock the chopsticks away from his hand and insist on feeding yourself. he comes to karaoke and you don't look at him at all when he sings.

he walks home with you anyway.

you're wearing impractical shoes, the kind that make your legs very difficult to avoid staring at but that are now clearly hurting your feet.

"take them off," he says, exasperated.

"no," you say stubbornly. "you can't tell me what to do." he's grateful you kept your kansai accent, even though you can switch to a flawless standard dialect if need be. this is your real voice, the one you use with all your walls down.

"you're clearly hurtin'," he says pointedly as you stumble again. "take 'em off. i'll carry you."

"...fine," you say, already bending over.

(kita is a gentleman, but he doesn't quite look away fast enough, and the way your skirt rides up is seared into his brain forever.)

he unbuttons his shirt while you fuss with the straps, leaving him in a white tank, and gives it to you before you climb on his back.

"tie this around your waist," he instructs, and you goggle at him, speechless for a moment. too late, he realizes he's indicated that he was looking and briefly considers dying of shame right there on the sidewalk.

here lies kita shinsuke, who passed at age twenty-four, having unholy and perverted thoughts about his childhood best friend, who did not love him back.

mercifully, you say nothing for once and just let him carry you, your heels dangling from one hand and knocking against his thigh. your body is warm through the thin material of his undershirt, your voice soft as you hum absentmindedly in his ear.

he sets you down on your front porch and you wobble. instinctively, he reaches for you, but stops himself in time to hover only a few centimeters above your skin. your head snaps up and you look at him, mouth parted like you want to say something.

before you can, he blurts: "who'd you leave behind in tokyo?"

"what?" you say. he wishes he could slap a hand over his past self's mouth. then he keeps going.

"you're pining for someone, right?" he asks, shoving his foot deeper in his mouth. "that's why you're always singin' love songs and dressin' like you wish you had someone to impress."

you're silent, gaping at him like a fish. something he had been too stupid (lovestruck, lovesick) to consider before pops into his mind.

"or you didn't leave them behind? you're still together?" your hands are rising to your mouth as he speaks, abject horror written all over your face. he steps back and bows, his squeezed-shut eyes preventing him from seeing the way you move towards him, reaching out but not quite touching him. "i'm so sorry, L/N-san. i've been behaving improperly out of habit, i hadn't considered that it might have different implications now that we're adults. i apologize sincerely."

"shin!" your gasp brings him out of his bent posture, your hand holding his wrist. "stop that! and don't talk to me so formally. i'm not seein' anyone at all. in fact," the porch light pours gold over your face, neck, and shoulders, not helping with the way his skin prickles with your touch, "i did go on dates while i was away. i won't lie about that, but all i learned was that i didn't—i couldn't like anyone who wasn't you."

kita echoes your earlier question. "what?"

"i didn't understand it in high school because it was all i'd ever known," you admit, "but when i saw my friends start dating, it was unfamiliar. then once they settled down, i saw their love like i saw my feelings for you. i always wanted to come home to you because i knew you'd always listen, that you make me laugh harder than anyone, that i understood you without sayin' a single word, but i didn't know what it meant 'til now. i'm sorry you noticed. i really did try to keep it quiet."

kita stares at you. you look apologetic, your eyes wet, your lips curved down. he glances down at his wrist, which you're still holding, prompting you to drop it like it had burned you. his overfried brain mourns the loss of contact, so he grabs you by your hips and really touches you, hauling you in for a kiss so close your chests are touching, your lips soft and warm as he presses his own against them.

when you separate, both of you are breathing heavily. you thought you knew the depths of your heart’s beating for shinsuke. you were wrong.

"i was scared i was gonna lose you again," he tells you, resting his forehead against yours. “i thought nothing was ever gonna be the same.”

“it probably won’t be but that’s okay.”

“yeah,” he breathes, a slow, shuddering thing. something he hadn’t known was wound tight unravels in his chest. “yeah. but you wouldn’t—you stopped talkin’ to me.”

“i didn’t,” you draw back, looking insulted.

“not like this,” he puts his fingers to your lips, slightly swollen from his kiss, then on your breastbone, over your heart. “see?”

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Sakusa never spoke much about his private life while at work. The team knew he had a partner, only because he mentioned it once, and they assumed whoever it was must be similar to him.

So they were shocked when he arrived at the New Year’s party holding hands with you. Your face was adorned with a bright smile and you waved eagerly the second you faced the rest of the attendees.

“This is my fiancé,” Sakusa said, using his free hand to gesture to you as if it wasn’t obvious who he was talking about.

“Hi!” you greeted cheerily.

“If anything happened to her, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself,” he added for no apparent reason other than seeing Atsumu, Bokuto and Hinata’s jaws drop at his unusual display of affection.

You chuckled as if this was completely normal. “It’s so nice to be here, I’ve heard a lot about you!”

“Now get back to the party, thank you.” After finishing his introduction, Sakusa swiped you away so you could both wash your hands in the bathroom.

The silence settled for only a minute, until-

“Pay up, ‘Tsumu. Told you he didn’t make her up.”

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AHWOOOOOOGAAAAAA

Jokar tongue meme

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Sigh, i miss my haikyuu era 🥲

His phone rings once, and Kiyoomi smirks down at it.

You’re calling him, of course you are, why would you not be, and he sighs and excused himself before slipping out to the front of the building and answering the phone.

“This better be good.”

“Im crawling in your walls.”

He lets out a laugh and scrubs his face with his hand, “you miss me that much? I’ve only been gone for a few hours.” You whine on your end of the line, and he chews the tip of his thumb to stop himself from laughing.

“Kiyoomi,” you whine. “I didn’t give you enough kisses this morning. I’m feeling deprived.”

He cocks a brow, “babe, you gave me a thousand kisses before I left-“

“No, I gave you forty seven. I should’ve given you forty eight. Or a thousand.”

This, has him laughing. Laughing because never in a trillion years would he expect to let such ferality be allowed. What would 16 year old Kiyoomi think if he heard some person say “I’m in your walls because I didn’t kiss you enough”?

He wouldn’t believe him. He wouldn’t think someone would care enough about him to go through such lengths to be part of his life, a part of him, and he poked his tongue in his cheek and shakes his head.

“You can kiss me more when I get home.”

“I don’t want to wait that long.”

“I’ll kiss you back?”

This, has you stopping, and he raises his brows as he waits for a response. “You promise?”

“Of course I do,” he snorts. “When have I never not wanted to kiss you?”

“True.” You go quiet again, “I miss you.”

“I miss you too, baby. I’ll be home soon.”

“…okay,” you finally sigh. “I’m gonna eat your drywall.”

He snorts again, “go for it.”

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This is...SO GOOD😭🙏

For the public to see him crying is equal to a sin for The Family Head, disgraceful, humane, weakly, and shameful for his reputation and position. That's the mindset ingrained in him since he was adopted.

Yet when Sunday sees the tabloid covers littered of pictures of him in tears, him messily wiping his eyes and being all shy and blushy behind his wings on your wedding day, all the newly wed can feel is joy and warmth.

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ALHAITHAM x Reader

To those who goes quiet when they're sad, i'm with you babe 😭

"...huh"

Alhaitham pealed his gaze off from the book in his hand, his eyes darting around the house from the couch

The plants? Lush green, flowing in the gentle breeze at the window frame. The table? Topped with two cups of tea he brewed not long ago and books he's yet to read. The kitchen? Neat and tidy, some dishes in the sink needs a washing but other than that still clean.

Everything seems normal enough, he wanders back to the book , eyes squinting to check the writings but they're perfectly fine too

But... something feels off

It's awfully quiet today, Alhaitham thought to himself

And as if an exclamation mark appeared on top of his head, he turns his head right, to your side of the couch

How long have you been sitting there, all quiet and at peace with a poker face that it almost feels tad bit unreal, staring blankly at the window, deep in your thoughts.

You've always been so cheerful, the sunshine that brightens every path you waltz, to see you like this made his heart tightens. Now if it were just anyone, they'd probably assume you're just relaxing, enjoying the rare tranquility of the day, but this was Alhaitham we're talking about!

Were there something troubling you? Or was it a particular person who has inflicted this humbling sadness on you?

Nevermind that...yet

With a straight face, he discarded his book then leans closer to you

Before you can acknowledge his sudden movement, he pressed his soft warm lips against yours

Surprised, you unknowingly jerked away with widen eyes only for him to tilt his head and kissed you again whilst holding your hand

It took you a moment to process what just happened when he pulled back, opening his beautiful turquoise eyes that makes you feel like drowning in them everytime they met yours

"wh-what was that for?" You finally spoke up, heart thumping faster as blood rushes to your cheeks

Alhaitham only blinked at you, confused not knowing how much his action has affected you, "kissing releases dopamine and relive stress, and it looks as though you needed it" he said, voice sincere and warm

"But you've never been the one to initiated it before, it's quite odd coming from you" your brows furrowed into a concern frown

His free hand coming up to hold your face, thumb gently swiping your redden cheek

"We are lovers, are we not? Besides, you looked troubled, it pains me to see you so sad and quiet, not being able to talk about your feelings with me..." confessing as he gave you a small reassuring smile

Your eyes tear up at his thoughtfulness

He's always been this observing, looking pass the walls you built around yourself

"I need you to trust me" he whispered softly, pulling you in for an embrace, sheltering you from the world. He never wants you to feel like you have to always be happy and brave to be loved, he'd rather be the one to stay with you during your lowest.

You sniffle in his chest, trying to keep up the act you'd put on your whole life

"i'm fine..." You uttered weakly, hands gripping the back of his shirt

Alhaitham didn't try to argue with you, humming as a response as he soothe you, tightening the hug to stimulate more comfort and help you relax. More importantly, to assure you that he's here for you.

Whatever it is you're dealing with, he wants to be apart of the battle

Because he knows you'd do the same for him.

A/N : on god we all deserve someone who'd see our pain through all that acting.

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Phainon x Reader

Angst (you dying lol)

Just a heads up i have yet to play the quest so if i'm off (which i assume that i am horribly) please tell me kindly in the comment 😭

What Phainon feared the most has arrived

Suddenly the world grew darker...

Suddenly the world grew smaller, as small as his silhouette

His shaking arms tightening around your body that's getting weaker as each gruesome second passes by

Kneeling down, he had you wrapped up in his lap, not even a millimetre seperating you and Phainon

He spoke amidst the flames and ruins,

"you know..."

Eyes growing tired, you looked up at his loving ones, your chest rising, huffing dangerously desperate, clinging to life, to him... Oh the things he'd do to peel your gaze off him at this moment, it was getting too much for him to bare but he dared not to avoid

"I wish you'd never met me" Phainon uttered painfully, his face contorts in agony seeing you like this with no way to save you from the greedy arms of death

"Keeping you all to myself was the first and only selfish act i regret, the life you could've had if i were to just let go"

Your words dying in your throat, it feels like you're about to pass out but you forced yourself not to give up just yet

Your wounds are gnawing on you less, the pain subsidizing as another grew in your chest

He knew you wouldn't be able to respond, hence why he's confessing everything to you now, especially now...

"I've lost you more than i can count ...the loop, i-"

his throat tightens, a hard tug strained his aching heart

Phainon's mind racing, his own body growing numb

You see, it was difficult for him, you have to understand you were his biggest weakness,

Seeing you after every resets made him feel alive again and he never wanted to let you slip away,

Even if it meant he had to face your inevitable fate

"I'm sorry...i'm so sorry i fell in love with you" tears finally rushes down the nameless hero's face, he leaned over pressing his forehead against yours and closed his eyes

There's so many things going through both of your minds, but ultimately, you shared the same vision

A parallel universe, where you fell in love as normal people, lived a normal life together, one where his only worries were what to have for dinner with you instead of having to shoulder the responsibilities of this title.

With your dying last breath, you only felt his love for you

You were content, happy to be his.

Your life flashing before your eyes, all the memories you shared. Never once had you wanted another, nor regret ever falling for him

... now, he's truely alone on this god forsaken planet.

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BladexCityAlleyxReader

Minors don't interact

A/n: i dreamed ab the title, woke up and then was like "holy fk i gotta write this down"

"Shhh stay still sweetheart..."

Blade hushes you, his breath fans into your ear with the impossibly close distance you two have

But poor little you can't stop groaning, thrashing and moaning through his palm, especially not when his dick is so deep in you.

Blade is so mean, dragging you to the back of a hidden alley where no one can see you two whilst initially out for a casual stroll through the Loufu's street in the middle of the night so he can pound you mercilessly

He's not giving you what he promised though.

Your brows furrowed as tears swells in the corner of your eyes. The cruciating pleasure of his tip gently poking that one spot that's driving you crazy by not moving even an inch, it's not enough

While one of his hands were trying to shut you up, the other one slides down to grab your tits. In his palm, the soft skin spills through his rough pads as the cold air rush pass, hitting your harden nipples

You shudder, wiggling your hips into him, your right arm that was positioned on the wall to steady yourself reaching back to feel him, fingers combing through his long dark hair and tug them out of frustration, a desperate attempt to tell him to please move

He let out a soft grunt and glares at you,

"Be patient...i'll give you what you want soon, what we both want, my love" his voice ever so smooth that it makes you melt in his arms

Although it was rather cold tonight, your bodies were boiling hot. His broad fully dressed front pressed onto your naked back, his heat radiating onto you forming beads of sweat

Like a bitch in heat, Blade began to attack your neck, biting, sucking, desperately trying to leave a mark when he finally, FINALLY decided to free you from this torment

His arm that was holding you up as well as gropping your breast slides down to your soft tummy, then on your ass. His big palm enveloping the entirety of your cheek, using his thumb to pull your pussy agape. Blade gulps at the mouthwatering sight of your heat, dripping with your own slick and his pre, filled to the brim by his size

His hip pulls back ever so slowly, carefully dragging his lengthy cock out of you

The action and friction of him leaving your warm walls left you to shake uncontrollably, soft huffs and moans emitting from your throat bearly audible but still heard by him. The overwhelming pleasure and pain after what felt like hours of him just cockwarming you making your legs wobbly like it's about to give out on you

The lewdly, sloppy, wet sound it made bounces off the walls of the alley fills your head, mind going hazy, unable to think of anything other than the man you love so dearly behind you

A long sigh left his mouth as only the tip remained inside of your cunt. You can't help but pulse, beckoning his dick to slam into you, fuck you until your hole is stuffed with his cum

Blade chuckles at your impatience as if he's not going insane too. His princess feels so good, and your taste is even better.

He might as well eat you allll up <3

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🌹

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Imagine dying and then gets brought back to life in a mechanical body, i'd crash tf out

drew this before release of boothill's lore

so here's sm sad stuff

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This is amazing

@/smoooooody: 기억 척자 기대된다

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Alhaitham hasn't touched his grandmother's various recipe books since she passed. It's not that he doesn't cook any of the same dishes, it's just more convenient to use the ones he's written down himself. (At least that's what he tells himself- it's not like he doesn't want to face the reality that no matter if he follows her recipe to the letter, it'll never taste the same as when she made it)

Which is exactly why he freezes the moment he spots you; humming to yourself while setting something in the oven. He recognises the scent immediately, sees the familiar leatherbound journal, the scribbles along the margin, a faded bookmark with a child's drawing tucked between the pages.

Taking the first bite is scary though his expression is carefully schooled. You're smiling, unaware of the impending disaster. Alhaitham can only hope he can keep disappointment from his eyes, the taste already bitter on his tongue.

The taste is different. Unique. A little more sharp.

The warmth in your eyes is different as well, anticipation clear as he chews.

Before he realises, he's reaching for another bite.

It's different, but Alhaitham finds that he wouldn't trade even if he could.

Those beloved old recipes see a lot more use after you move in.

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If my future man ain't Alhaitham, I don't want him

Just saw this tweet,,, and uhh-- guh,, uhhgghh,,, what if,,,, al- alhaitham in this f-font?? ...guh

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My glorious king

Happy Birthday, Wriothesley!

So eager to summon me to the Pankration Ring, are you planning to show off the results of your recent training?

Hold on, just a second. All contestants must thoroughly check their gear before the match begins.

This coat... Hmm, best leave it in the spectator stands. Who knows, by the time we're done, it might end up with some more stickers.

How many do you think there'll be? Care to make a wager?

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Happy Birthday, Wriothesley!

"Hey there, little guy... Not afraid, are you?"