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“What is precious to me? As if there could be anything.”

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My Emotional Support Bastard™

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miya stans come get y’all juice

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lol

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sakuatsu fic recs!

*possibly haikyuu!! manga spoilers

the world needs to know about these beautiful miya atsumu & sakusa kiyoomi fics - let me know if i’ve missed any must-reads and i’ll update as i find more (last updated 30/04/2020). this does not include incompleted fics.

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do you have any haikyuu fic recs?

Do I have any Haikyuu!! fic recs? DO I HAVE ANY HAIKYUU!! FIC RECS??

Why, yes I do. I would just provide a link to my bookmarked fics on AO3, but to be honest they reveal rather too much about my personal tastes, if you know what I mean ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) So lets do this the long way.

Make yourself comfy, we might be here a while! 

national hot dad alliance is now calling… - 58K words of pure joy; various pairings; captain!fic told mostly through skype chats.

When You Wish Upon a Star - 32K words; the IwaOi bodyswap fic you didn’t know you needed.

butterfly in the subway - 63K words; DaiSuga; a You’ve Got Mail AU where no prior YGM knowledge is required.

The PDA jar - 10.5K words; IwaOi; Iwaizumi and Oikawa are grossly affectionate and the Seijou first years must be protected at all costs.

new phone who dis - 40K words (WIP); IwaOi; Oikawa texts the wrong number when complaining about Ushijima, and then keeps texting.

stranger danger - 15K words; IwaOi; Iwaizumi refuses to give his personal details out to strangers on the internet. Oikawa just wants to know his name.

to be first, to be best - 26.5K; IwaOi; future fic in which both Iwaizumi and Oikawa are adorable idiots. And then Iwaizumi has an epiphany.

fake it, make it - 39K (WIP); KageHina; Hinata tries to be helpful and save Kageyama from an awkward love confession…by saying that they’re dating.

You’d fit my lonely arms so perfectly - 25K; DaiSuga; Suga accidentally calls a stranger instead of his best friend and it’s the best mistake he’s ever made.

Conquering the Great King - 106K of porn with plot; IwaOi; Iwaizumi takes Oikawa home from the bar for what he thinks is a one-night-stand.

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your lips, my lips, apocalypse

ao3 | ffn

summary: Annabeth Chase is highly functional, but even she has trouble with a sea god she accidentally took home from the bar. The worst part is that his lips taste like the apocalypse

index chapter 1. your lips, my lips (apocalypse) chapter 2. how can you miss someone you never met (cause i need you now and i don’t know you yet) chapter 3. god is real (he was sleeping in my bed last night) chapter 4. wear a necklace of rope (side by side with me) chapter 5. we live in a wonderland (like blood isn’t in our hands) chapter 6. neverland is home (to lost boys like me) chapter 7. at night when all is dark (i watch you dance) chapter 8. sea green (see blue)

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“don’t touch him” percabeth angst for the prompts if you’d like bia!!!

thank you grace! sorry i took so long and i hope you enjoy this!!!

also for some context: this happens right before the events of tlo, like when percy is still going back and forth from camp. this is some random quest i made up and the monster in this is also very lazily described but the truth is It Doesn’t Matter

The raid had gone from bad to worse very quickly.

They’d gotten word that some of Kronos’s half blood followers were set up not far from camp, probably preparing some sort of surprise attack. Annabeth and Percy set up a small team to go check out the operation, and possibly shut it down. Clarisse came along, so did Malcolm, Katie, and Travis. But somehow, their target had been alerted of their intentions, because as soon as they set foot in their improvised camp, five half-bloods (plus a giant scorpion) were already in position to fight back - and gods knew they could fight. 

Looking back, Annabeth realized they had nothing to worry about. It was six against six, counting the monster, and they had one hell of a team. She and Percy alone could have handled the opposing half-bloods. Then, however, her battle instincts were screaming too loud for her to think that way, especially when she saw Percy pinned against a tree, the tip of a sword to his throat. He met her eyes, a silent call for help: I need a distraction.

Annabeth’s words came more out of fear than strategy. They were a threat nonetheless.

“Don’t touch him.”

The blonde girl holding the sword looked back just long enough for Percy to hit her arm, causing her sword to fall with a clang. Annabeth charged at the same time. The girl realized she was surrounded and ran away from both, in the direction where Clarisse and Katie were fighting the monster. Percy and Annabeth took off behind her.

“Are you okay?” Annabeth asked.

“Better than ever,” he responded.

She noticed he was holding the other girl’s sword. “Where’s Riptide?”

“No clue, but it will be in my pocket very soon.”

They stopped in the middle of a now empty field, where the scorpion had just evaporated into dust. The other four enemies were tied up to a tree and being watched by Malcolm and Travis, but the fifth was nowhere to be found.

“Did you guys see that blonde one run off somewhere?” Percy asked Malcolm and Travis.

“No, weren’t you fighting her?” 

“Dude, you lost your person?”

“She’s not my per- whatever,” Percy turned back to Annabeth. “Wanna play hide and seek?”

“Love to.”

They headed to the woods, which is where they concluded the girl was probably hiding. Back to back, they advanced slowly into the sea of trees, alert for any noise or movement. Suddenly, Annabeth saw an arrow fly right past her shoulder.

She turned around quickly and spotted the girl creeping from behind a tree. “There!”

Annabeth saw the enemy fumble for another arrow, and she was about to move when she realized the previous one had grazed Percy’s arm, which was bleeding quite a bit. She could tell he was in pain, even though he didn’t let it prevent him from holding up his sword and focusing intently on their target.

She pulled Percy behind a tree to protect themselves from the girl’s aim and told him to stay there. She didn’t think he would, but she hoped maybe his injured arm would put some sense into his head. As soon as the second arrow flew by, she moved. The enemy dropped her bow and ran once again, but this time, Annabeth was faster. The image of blondie’s blade against Percy’s throat burned in her mind as she tackled her and pinned her hands behind her back.

“I told you not to touch him,” she said, hitting the girl’s head against the floor hard enough to drive her unconscious.

Percy was by her side in a second. “Is she out?”

“Yeah,” Annabeth got up. “How’s your arm?”

“It’ll be fine with a little bit of nectar.”

“Go get it, then. I’ve got this.”

“Are you sure?”

She raised her eyebrows.

“You are. Okay, have fun with your new friend!”

Annabeth half-dragged, half-carried the girl back to the others. When she got there, Percy’s arm was bandaged, and he was gulping down some ambrosia.

“I have the last one. Is everyone okay?”

The rest of the group was sitting down by a tree. They all gave her a thumbs up.

“Cool. I’ll call Argos and tell him to bring the van with the cage.”

While they waited, Annabeth set next to Percy.

“Thanks for saving me back there,” he said.

“No worries.”

“You looked kinda scary when you were chasing that girl. I was glad I wasn’t her.”

“It’s one of my best qualities.”

“Definitely,” he smiled, and Annabeth honestly hadn’t expected him to agree instead of teasing her a little more. A wave of butterflies fluttered in her stomach.

“It’s your turn to save me next time,” she told him.

“Will do, Beth.”

She hoped the sound of Travis snoring next to them was loud enough to cover the sound of her heart pounding against her chest.

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Favourite books/series as voted by my followers:  - #1 - Percy Jackson and the Olympians by Rick Riordan

“You carry the hopes of humanity into the realm of the eternal. Monsters never die… They must be defeated again and again, kept at bay. Heroes embody that struggle. You fight the battles humanity must win, every generation, in order to stay human.” ~ The Sea of Monsters 

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you may not like it best but we all know the son of neptune was the best book of the saga

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What if, when Percy dies, Riptide disappears because it thinks no one will be as worthy a wielder then Perseus Jackson

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i’ll never forgive reyna for saying percy couldn’t even find his way out of a paper bag without annabeth

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t’s uncrossed and i’s undotted- chapter one

word count (chapter 1): 834

hi guys!! this is chapter one of a very very long fic that i will be posting by chapter! it’s my entry to the @pjo-hoo-bigbang!!!

this is a little shorter than most of the chapters will be because it’s just an intro!

also, @cosmic-pindrops made a GORGEOUS PIECE OF ART for this fic that i love so so much! you can find it here! it’s seriously amazing!!!!

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Speaking of pupils who need to watch their back, I’d like to introduce James Maguire. Show yourself, please, James. James will be the first ever boy to study here at Our Lady Immaculate College. He was due to start at Christian Brother Boys, but there were serious concerns for his safety because, well, unfortunately, James happens to be English.

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as far as puberty goes, the most traumatizing thing about it for me was the change in how I was expected to act. bc suddenly you lose the privilege of carefree playing and are told, and then feel obligated to, start behaving according to all these mysterious and inconvenient new rules.

I distinctly remember being like 12 at the local pool w my mom, and I was sitting like I always did on one of those pool noodle floats (like riding a horse) when she told me that doing that was “inappropriate” now. And 12 yr old me was suddenly ashamed and felt like I was doing something dirty when I was literally just playing like I always had.

Similarly, I was so embarrassed when my mom told me I needed to start shaving. I was 12, and sometimes I forgot to do it since I wasn’t used to having to, and then at school in gym class I would be so paranoid that my legs were sonehow offensive that I’d hide in the bathroom and get marked absent.

When I got my period my mom bought me a little pouch that I was supposed to store my tampons & pads in at school. Then she showed me how I should fill the top with tissues so nobody could see what was inside if they unzipped it. I remember wondering aloud why we needed to buy this since my backpack already had so many pockets. Of course the answer had the hidden message of “because you ought to be ashamed of your body’s natural functions.”

Suddenly my world was all about how I appeared to other people. And slowly, I stopped living inside my body and started living outside of it, managing its appearance at all times.

The way girls are taught to act & feel about puberty makes it 1,000x more traumatizing than a transforming body already is

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more examples of tenderness

“have you ever been in love?” “once.” “how did it end?” “it hasn’t.” (the get down, 2017)

“I try to be kind to everything I see, and in everything I see, I see him.” (hanya yanagihara)

when you kiss me, heaven sighs (la vie en rose / edith piaf)

“the heart is the toughest part of the body. tenderness is in the hands.” (carolyn forché)

oh, if only I could nestle in the cradle of your cabin, my arms around your shoulders, the windows wide and open (amoreena / elton john)

“the curtains stir. there you are on the bed, like a gift. like a touchable dream.” (carol ann duffy)

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm (that’s no way to say goodbye / roberta flack)

“you’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you.” (richard siken)

love me always, love me always (oscar wilde in a letter to his lover)

“with you, intimacy colors my voice. even ‘hello’ sounds like ‘come here’.” (warsan shire)

if I could fly, I’d be coming right back home to you (if I could fly / one direction)

“do you want to dance?” “I don’t know how.” “me either. do you want to figure it out?” (stranger things, 2016)

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when jenny slate said “i felt like i was so sad that there was not a place for me to be in the world, and that my behavior was so shocking and abnormal to everyone,” i Felt that