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Chapters: 2/2 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Additional Tags: TW for references to domestic abuse/dating violence

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“I told you not to come here anymore,” Grantaire says.

Éponine laughs. It’s an even more raucous, gravelly sound than it used to be. “Come on Taire, don’t give me that.” She bumps her knuckles playfully against his arm. “You know you love me.”

“I never said I didn’t love you. What I said is you can’t come here anymore.” Éponine flicks her hair over her shoulder (it’s faded. She hasn’t dyed it in a while) and tries to step through the doorway. He blocks her way. Doing so, he feels a pathetic little quiver of pride in his hollow, aching chest. At least he’s making a show of holding his ground. “Éponine, I’m serious. I’m done with you. You can’t expect me to keep taking care of you if you aren’t going to take care of yourself. You can’t expect me to keep picking the pieces up after you while you willfully ruin your life, over and over again.” You can’t … You can’t, it’s killing me. It’ll kill me even before it kills you. Éponine puffs out an exaggerated sigh. “You’re so dramatic, Taire. I just need a place to stay for the night, that’s all.” “No.” “One night, Taire. Parnasse is in a mood.” Grantaire’s heart squeezes. As do the fists at his side. As does his throat. But still, he manages to speak. “That’s your problem, Ép.” His nails are cutting into his palms—but even so, he can feel his hands trembling. “You chose to live with the bastard.” Éponine’s mouth purses into a small frown. She takes a step back and tilts her head up to get a better look at him. (She was always so small … When he curled his body around hers, she seemed to just disappear into him. And he thought he could keep her safe. He thought he could just envelop her and keep her safe…) Éponine’s gaze travels over his features, assessing. Finally, she cracks a grin. “You’re full of shit.” She steps forward again and pushes past him. Grantaire feels his traitorous body give way to her. Read the rest on AO3

#grantaire #eponine thenardier #les miserables #grantaire and eponine #eponine and grantaire #my brotp #blue rodeo #les mis #les mis fanfic

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Which Haikyuu character would you...

Be roommates with

Be best friends with

Marry

My answers below the cut -- spoiler for vol 42

1. Yachi … Or maybe Tsukki, IF we established a lot of trust/understanding and he decided to be a nice person more often. 2. Kagehina (Kagehina + Yachi are my fave hc friendship trio, so I guess i would take Yachi's place? Ek, i dont wanna break up my fave friendship trio though.) (oh and i probably don't need to explain that kghn counts as one person, right?) 3. Tanaka (ok so this one surprised me, but i've been having a lot of tanaka appreciation lately. And, while i don't have a fictional character crush on him or anything, when i think about it, i bet he'd actually be the SWEETEST most caring and devoted husband. Even though i've always criticized how much he ogles and harasses Kiyoko. I feel like as soon as Kiyoko actually shows him a bit of a bit of regard (i.e. when she lets him take her bag) he'll realize instantly he needs to be deserving of that regard and he'll start being super respectful in his behaviour towards her/women. And then he'll teach his sons to be more respectful of women than he was as a teenager.)

#haikyuu!!#hq

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Semi: did you guys buy eggs like I asked?

Tendou: even better

Semi: what did you do...

Ushijima: *holding up a chicken*

Ushijima: her name is Grenda

#why can i picture ushijima holding up this chicken lmao #tendou satori #ushijima wakatoshi #haikyuu!!

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awwwww!!❤️ as someone who’s spent countless hours scrolling miserably through ao3, bemoaning the relative lack of Eponine & Grantaire centric fics, it made me so happy when this person reached out and said my Eponine & Grantaire fics had inspired them to write one of their own 💗 Check out their fic here! Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Les Misérables - All Media Types, Les Misérables - Victor Hugo Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Grantaire/Éponine Thénardier, Grantaire & Éponine Thénardier Additional Tags: Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Pining, Unrequited Love, Crossdressing Summary:

"I've been drinking all night, babe, and the night before But when I get sober, I ain't gonna drink no more 'Cause my friend left me standin' in my door"

#les miserables #les mis #grantaire #eponine thenardier #grantaire and eponine #eponine and grantaire

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I know no one's going to read this but i need to

The Leaving

Rating: Teen TW: referenced r*pe Summary:

Kevin laughs and hugs him. He presses his smiling face into Benji’s neck. Benji closes his eyes. Because he wants this. He wants this, he wants this…

Everything can go back to the way it was. And Benji will only ever have himself to blame that he didn’t let it.

Read on ao3

#benji ovich #beartown #fredrik backman #self indulgent #fanfic #books

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In Which Yachi Ships Kagehina _ Edited

So I changed the first kiss scene in my most popular work b/c it was actually really problematic. Yikes, dunno what I was thinking. Mea culpa. Excerpt below or read the full work here. ***

The vice-like grip of Kageyama’s arms loosens when he falls asleep, so Hinata is able to un-smush his face from the setter's chest. He doesn’t want to pull away too much… Just enough so that he can look up at Kageyama.

His setter looks different in sleep. The deep vertical frown line that seemed to be permanently etched between his eyebrows is absent. It makes his face look oddly smooth and soft. Hinata likes it.

He wriggles one arm out of Kageyama’s grasp. His setter stirs but doesn’t wake. Hinata raises his hand to Kageyama’s face. Slowly, delicately, he touches a single finger to that spot where the frown line used to be. Kageyama hums in his sleep and Hinata feels something flutter in his chest.

He finds himself smiling. Just a small smile that tugs at the corners of his mouth. Pulling his hand away from Kageyama’s face, he touches his fingers to his own lips, feeling the smile there. Then his eyes go to Kageyama's lips.

They're relaxed, not twisted in a scowl. It makes Kageyama look so peaceful. So... sweet.

Hinata finds himself leaning closer to those lips... They feel magnetic. Like they’re drawing him in. They make him wanna... wanna...

Hinata gasps. In a panicked flurry of limbs, he pushes himself off of Kageyama, tumbles feet over head, and lands hard on his butt.

Kageyama grunts. Hinata freezes. His heart pounds furiously in his chest as the setter stirs... and sits up, rubbing his eyes.

“What is it now, dumbass?” Kageyama sighs.

Hinata shakes his head so furiously he thinks he might break his neck. “N-nothing! Nothing happened! I didn’t—I’m totally not—Nothing, it’s nothing, nothing’s going on!”

Kageyama’s brow furrows in confusion. And then a flicker of concern enters his eyes. “... Are you okay?”

Hinata flushes. “Yes! Yes of course. Why wouldn’t I be? Nothing... nothing weird happened...” Nothing weird happened. He totally didn’t just experience a surge of desire to kiss Kageyama. Why would he even want to do that? That would be... ridiculous... That could mess everything up. No. Hinata totally doesn’t want to kiss Kageyama. Totally, totally not...

Kageyama is still frowning at him and Hinata is not mourning the loss of that smooth, relaxed brow he had during his sleep. He’s not fighting the urge to crawl towards Kageyama and take his face in his hands and kiss away the frown lines...

“Did you have a nightmare or something?” Kageyama asks. His voice is low and concerned. It makes Hinata’s heart hiccup in his chest.

“Wh-what?” he stammers breathlessly.

Kageyama scratches awkwardly behind his ear. “It’s okay if you did,” he says. “You don't have to be embarrassed or anything. I, um, sometimes have nightmares too.”

Hinata’s heart somersaults.

Damn. Dammit. Why is Kageyama picking now of all times to be all weird and mushy and sweet? As if it wasn’t bad enough to watch him sleep so sweetly and peacefully... This is just really, really messing with his head...

Kageyama coughs. His eyes shift to the side. “Um. If it would help, you can...” Kageyama opens his arms and sort of gestures at his own chest. “Come back here. If you want.”

Hinata squawks. He feels the blood rushing to his face. And then he feels the terror closing in on his throat. Kageyama must know. He must be making fun of him. That’s why he’s inviting Hinata to cuddle. He’s mocking him. He knows Hinata wants to kiss him and now he’s mocking him...

“Shut up, Bakageyama,” Hinata croaks. He hopes Kageyama can’t hear the quiver in his voice. “You’re so stupid!”

Kageyama blinks. And then, anger hardens across his face. “What the hell, dumbass,” Kageyama hisses. “I’m just trying to help you.”

Hinata feels his own anger flare up. It’s easier to be angry than afraid and overwhelmed and distraught and a hundred other emotions that he isn’t prepared to deal with right now.

“No you’re not!” Hinata shouts, his fists clenching. “You’re just being stupid!” He hates how uncreative his insults are right now, but it’s hard to be creative when you feel like your heart is climbing up your throat and plugging your airways. When you feel like the gym floor has been ripped out from underneath you and suddenly there’s the threat of everything, everything changing, everything collapsing... Hinata feels tears welling up in his eyes. He blinks them away before they have a chance to spill over. “Just leave me alone, Bakageyama.”

Kageyama’s nostrils flare. “Fine! God, you’re so annoying!”

“You’re annoying!”

“Shut your stupid face, I’m going to sleep!”

“Me too! So shut your stupid face!”

Kageyama casts him a final glare, then lies back down on the floor and rolls over, turning his back to Hinata.

And that’s when Hinata allows the tears to spill over.

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Kageyama grits his teeth as he curls in on himself.

That stupid dumbass.. He was just trying to be nice. Kageyama knows he isn’t very good at being nice, but he was trying. What did Hinata go and get all pissy at him for? Stupid idiot, stupid dumbass...

Kageyama tries not to be concerned about him. Tries not to wonder what kind of horrible nightmare had Hinata flying into a panic in the middle of the night like that. He tries to shut his eyes and go to sleep...

And then he hears snuffling sounds.

Kageyama’s eyes fly open. For a moment, he just lies there, frozen, waiting to see if he’ll hear it again. When he does, his heart cracks.

For a brief second, Kageyama wrestles with himself. Hinata has made it very clear that he doesn’t want Kageyama to try to comfort him. He should really just ignore him. Just let the idiot cry himself to sleep...

The brief second is over.

Kageyama gets up and is before Hinata in an instant. Pulling the idiot against his chest, tucking his head over his, squeezing him tight, tight, tight...

Hinata breaks apart and sobs, his fingers grasping at Kageyama’s shirt and hanging on for dear life. “I—I’m sorry,” he stammers in between hiccups. “I promise I can ignore it. I didn’t even know I w-wanted to before tonight so I can t-totally ignore it. Things can go back to n-normal. I promise. Just don’t stop s-setting to me. And p-please don’t stop eating lunch with me either or w-walking with me to s-school or p-practising with me extra... I p-promise, things can just be n-normal...”

“Dumbass, what are you even talking about?” Kageyama murmurs into Hinata's hair. He has no idea what Hinata is going on about, but this is obviously some kind of mental breakdown after a nightmare. Kageyama will comfort him. He'll comfort him, he'll hold him until he stops crying...

“It was just one time!” Hinata wails, burying his face in Kageyama’s shirt. “I only wanted to kiss you one time!”

Kageyama’s body goes stiff with shock. Hinata continues wailing and stammering hysterical words. But Kageyama can’t hear him anymore. He can only heart those last words, ringing over and over again in his mind, like a tape recording of an opposing player’s serve that he’s set on loop to study.

I only wanted to kiss you one time...

Hinata wanted to kiss him?? When?? How had he missed this?? How could he possibly have missed this when he’d been pining after Hinata this whole damnable year??

Hinata is banging his head against Kageyama’s chest now and sobbing something incoherent. Kageyama grabs him by the shoulders and holds him at arm's length. “When?” he demands breathlessly.

Hinata blinks, his wet eyelashes fluttering and shedding tear droplets. “Wh-what?”

“When did you want to kiss me?”

Do you still want to? Can I convince you to still want to? Do I have a hope after all...?

Hinata tilts his head. “You mean, you didn’t know? But... why did you suggest we snuggle then?”

“Dammit, Hinata,” Kageyama groans. It’s half exasperated, half desperate. “I have absolutely no freaking clue what you’re talking about. When did you want to kiss me?”

Hinata’s gaze shifts to the side. He clears his throat. “Um. I was just joking.”

Kageyama lets out a sound like someone being strangled to death. No. No he is not letting the turd-face get away with that.

“Hinata!" he shouts, shaking the dumbass like a rag doll. “I have wanted to kiss you every second of every day for this whole freaking year so if you want to kiss me too you’d better TELL me and if you don’t you’d better also tell me or I’m just going to DO it, I’m just going to kiss your stupid face!!”

Hinata is gawking at him. His eyes are practically hanging out of their sockets and his jaw appears to have come completely unhinged. “Wh... Whaaaat?”

That’s not an answer. That’s not a freaking answer and Kageyama is losing his freaking marbles, he needs to get away from Hinata now or he really is just going to kiss him, and Hinata still hasn’t said he wants that so he can’t, he can’t...

Kageyama shoves Hinata away from him and jumps to his feet. He’s ready to run—forgetting for a moment that they’re locked in here and there’s nowhere to run to—but Hinata tackles him from behind. Kageyama’s legs buckle and he face-plants. Hinata lands on top of him, flat against his back, knocking all the air out of him.

“D-dumbass!” Kageyama wheezes.

“Why did you want to kiss me?” Hinata demands, his mouth at Kageyama’s ear.

Kageyama screeches. He’s so done. He’s so, so done.

“BECAUSE I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU, YOU IDIOT!!”

He’s in love with him. He’s so, so in love with him and he’s so, so done , he can’t even care, can’t even be afraid about declaring a secret that he’s spent the entire year guarding with his life...

“Oh.” Hinata’s declaration is soft. “Huh. Well that changes things.” Kageyama has no idea what that means.

He has no idea what it means when Hinata just stays there, lying on top of Kageyama’s back, for several silent seconds.

He has no idea what it means when Hinata finally gets up and offers him a hand.

No idea what it means when Kageyama takes the hand and Hinata helps him to his feet, their eyes locked on each other and their breaths held.

But he does know what it means when Hinata says: “I guess we’d better kiss each other then.” Read the full fic on ao3

#kagehina #first kiss #haikyuu!!

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Happy Ch. 61 day y’alls ☀️🚗🔥🧛💋

#snowbaz #simon snow trilogy #rainbow rowell

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Ch. 3: In Which Jeremy Puts his Pants on for Michael

(This is the last chapter of "Echoes of Erasure", which you can read on AO3) Preview: When you love somebody…

Michael bounces his rubber fidget toy off the ceiling for the umpteenth time. It makes a tiny “thwack” sound, then falls back down and lands on his chest.

When you love somebody…

Thwack … thwack…

The fidget toy falls and Michael catches it in his hand this time. He grips it tight and grinds his teeth together.

Time to get up, Michael Mell. Time to get up already and go … It hurts. It hurts like hell. But when you love somebody … you just keep pushing through until the pain is gone.

Michael digs his elbows into his mattress and props himself into a seated position. His limbs feel extra heavy, but he manages to swing his legs off the bed and stand up. He walks over to his dresser. Grabs a pair of pants and stuffs his feet into them. Tugs them up to his waist, does up the zipper … Drags a shaky hand through his hair … Then turns towards the door.

It’s open.

And Jeremy is staring at him.

Michael gawks for what’s probably several seconds. Then he lets out some sort of nondescript hiss and takes a staggering step backward.

“What the hell, man! You can’t just—did you just barge into my room without knocking? I wasn’t wearing any pants!”

Jeremy ducks his head. He’s silent for several beats. “I’m sorry,” he rasps finally. Barely loudly enough for Michael to hear.

Michael isn’t stupid. He knows Jeremy is saying sorry for a lot more than forgetting to knock.

This is Michael's opportunity. To be a good friend and smooth it all over. Tell Jeremy it’s okay. So they can go back to normal…

“Why are you here?” Michael asks instead. He hates how strangled his voice sounds.

Jeremy blinks at him. His eyes are red, like he’s done way too little sleeping and way too much crying these past couple days. “I came to see you.”

“Yeah?” Michael tries to stop it—the bitterness that instantly begins climbing up his chest. But it moves too quickly, and before he knows it, it’s scrambled up his throat and is popping out his mouth in the form of words. “So today is a day where you do want to see me? Not feeling the whole optic nerve blocking thing right now?”

He hates himself as soon as he says it. Hates himself even more when Jeremy’s face crumples, eyes and mouth scrunching up like he’s going to burst into tears right then and there. Michael feels his heart lurching in his chest towards Jeremy ... but his body stays rooted to the spot. His hands clenching into fists at his side. His face growing warm with anger and hurt and a thousand other clamoring emotions.

“Michael,” Jeremy says weakly. “Please”—

“Please what? Do you really think you’re in a position to make demands of me right now? After you tried to fucking erase me?”

Jeremy is crying. Tears splashing over his cheeks and chin. But he lifts that quivering chin and fixes his gaze squarely on Michael. “No,” he says. “No, I’m not in a position to ask anything of you. That’s not why I came here.”

“Why did you come here then?” Michael bites the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood. He’s trying not to cry as well.

“I came here because … because I thought you deserved a friend.”

Michael stills.

He stares at Jeremy, oddly tongue-tied.

Jeremy lifts his chin even higher and tries to blink away his tears. “Michael … You have every right to hate me. You have every right to tell me to piss off and never talk to you again.” His voice quivers and he has to close his eyes and take in a few steadying breaths. Michael at once feels a surge of pride and a stab of pain as he watches Jeremy breathe in and out. Slowly. Just like Michael always prompted him to do. Jeremy opens his eyes and again fixes them on Michael. “I was going to respect that,” he continues. “I was going to stay away from you, if that was what you wanted.” His voice cracks horribly. His nostrils flare as he takes in another steadying breath. “But then I thought … Then I thought: Where would I be if that’s what you did?”

“… What do you mean?”

Jeremy takes to wringing his hands. “Back then … with the SQUIP … Jake’s party, the optic nerve blocking … Back then, I wanted you to stay away from me.”

Michael closes his eyes weakly. Yeah. Yeah he knows…

“But you didn’t.”

Jeremy's words ring between them, followed by an odd silence. Slowly, Michael opens his eyes. Jeremy is gazing at him earnestly, still wringing his hands. He looks like he might be about to twist one of his fingers right off.

“You didn’t stay away from me,” Jeremy repeats. “And thank God you didn’t. Cuz I would’ve freaking destroyed myself and the entire student body. Maybe the world. Not to mention that I … I … would have lost you. Permanently.” A massive tremor courses through Jeremy’s body. “I know that’s not exactly the position you’re in right now. I mean, being poised to destroy the world and all that. Or poised to lose the world’s most incredible best friend...” His brow twitches. “But …You said you were upset. ‘Pretty not happy,’ you said. And friends are supposed to be there for each other when they’re upset, right? You always have been for me…” Jeremy’s eyes are suddenly swimming. “So I figured I’d better go to you. Even if you didn’t want me. Because that’s what you would do. And you’re … you’re everything I need to be like. You’re the best best friend, Michael. And I don’t deserve you. But—But”—Jeremy hiccups and smears his hand under his nose. “But you do . Michael—you deserve a friend like you. You’re probably the only person in the world that deserves a friend like you. And if I need to be that friend in order for you to have what you deserve—then I’ll do that. Somehow, I’ll do that. Even though I’ve failed so, so badly in the past. Even though I’ve been the most terrible friend in the history of friends. I’ll be better. I’ll be the best. For you . Because that’s what you deserve. And Michael … Michael…” Jeremy has started shaking again. His hands are shaking so hard he can’t even wring them anymore. He can’t even use them to wipe at the tears and snot streaking down his face. “Michael…”

Michael steps briskly forward and catches Jeremy’s wrist. He lifts it to his mouth and presses a kiss to the inside.

Jeremy quiets and stills. Even his shaking stops.

“… Michael?”

“Thank you,” Michael rasps. He raises Jeremy’s hand to his face and presses the palm against his cheek. “Thanks for coming for me, Jer.” Read full fic on AO3

#last chapter of “echoes of erasure”#boyf riends #be more chill #bmc musical #michael mell #jeremy heere

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