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I already hate this theme with a passion bai

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“tuck your elbows, baby. you’re leaving weak spots.” a poke to your side. you yelped, shooting him a narrow eyed look over your shoulder. he just grinned—that tug of his lips that could easily be mistaken as vain if you did not know him so well—like he knew exactly what was going on inside your head. like he knew you could never stay mad at him when he was looking at you like that, holding you like that, all warmth and firm muscle and big hands on your skin.

tetsuro kuroo had been at this for a long while yet. it had been spoken of by the two of you in passing, suggested, but only today had he coaxed you into accompanying him to the boxing studio he trained at.

he had taken up boxing a long time ago, the call of the leather glove having echoed in his ears since deep into his youth. it suited him, you thought; the firm land of a fist on the punching back, the sheen of sweat over the carved ridges of his back as you ogled watched from behind, the trickle of crimson that coated his lips like a violent kiss on the occasion that an opponent made him bleed. it was his outlet—his space. his way to get the force in those knuckles out so that he could touch you afterward with a gentleness that the ring did not allow.

even then, as he positioned your elbows further toward your abdomen with calloused hands capable of breaking, not a single dent was left in the delicate silhouette that was you. he knew you were strong, and yet he held you as if you were not even to be at risk of breaking under his watch.

“there you go,” he said, slipping his own gloves—taken off for the convenience of correcting your sloppy figure—back on. “come at me again. just like that.”

he readied before you, arms raised. for a brief moment, lenses that corrected him as your boyfriend rather than the fighter that was kuroo, fell. you could hardly empathize with the men that faced him like it was second nature. he looked strong. you would never tell him quite how attractive you found that.

“yeah, yeah. i’ll be better at this than you soon, I bet.”

he raised a brow. “yeah? that a challenge or a promise?”

“it’s whatever you take it as.”

a punch, a dodge, and then another. he kept that stupid, stupid smirk on his face for all of it, like this was breathing for him. violence was not in his nature, but technique was. strategy. skill. tetsuro kuroo was nothing if not scheming.

somehow, in a manner you were sure was entirely against the rules of boxing, you ended up on the ground. he was above you, slightly damp strands of raven hair mussed from exertion (even his stamina could only last so long—this little lesson of his had taken a bit longer than you anticipated) as he pinned you down.

for a moment, it went silent. just the sound of his ragged breathing accompanied by your own, the feeling of his gloved hands on your shoulders the single grounding force in the midst of the interaction.

then, “I think you’re dipping your toes into the wrong sport, tetsu. disqualified.”

the silence lightened. he laughed, hearty and straight from the chest. it rumbled through the both of you as he dipped his head, nose nudging the junction of your neck in the brief moment he tried to hide how his ears had gone red and pretended he was chuckling as always. finding balance was what the two of you did best. not intense. not too flat, either. simply somewhere floating blissfully in the middle of fun and want.

“save it for the ringsides. you still lost anyway.”

you swatted at him. he barely even flinched. “you’ll get me next time, i’m sure. the student becomes the teacher or whatever.”

“that sounded really deceptive, kuroo.”

“doubting my faith in you?”

“entirely.”

“land a punch on me and prove me wrong, then.”

you huffed. “don’t tempt me.”

you felt him smile against your shoulder. then, he was peeling himself off of you, hopping to his feet with an agility you could only envy. “forbidden fruit, babe. come and get it.”

idiot.

you hopped up and went for it again anyway.

a/n: heyyyyy haikyuu I am Not Back I think but I wanted to write this. I miss kuroo ngl. anyway chipping away at both bthoc and aki vamp hunter fic in the meantime as well as a few different drabbles but take this!!!! written in twenty minutes as I contemplate folding my laundry.

@sh0ot1ngst4r @azinniyaa @fiannee @bubybubsters @lizbix @mayyhaps @adoresia @xianji @cinnamxnangel @sickpatientt @megapteraurelia @aldebrana @cancelledkat @wizzzierr @jadeyaps @evesfairytale @nishislcve @grndz3r000 @reverd-ck @yshzai07

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the house internet stopped working when i js decided to check your thing😂

most of my data was gonna too kms

LMFAO ur cursed. 😭😭😭 it ok my friend

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is that new writing tag a hunger games reference 👁️👁️ i could smell it from miles away you cannot hide a hunger games reference from me because i am crazy

WHY DID YOU CATCH THAT IMMEDIATELY oh my gosh you’re a nerd. oh my goodness bro SMH MY HEAD but. yes. hehehe

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“tuck your elbows, baby. you’re leaving weak spots.” a poke to your side. you yelped, shooting him a narrow eyed look over your shoulder. he just grinned—that tug of his lips that could easily be mistaken as vain if you did not know him so well—like he knew exactly what was going on inside your head. like he knew you could never stay mad at him when he was looking at you like that, holding you like that, all warmth and firm muscle and big hands on your skin.

tetsuro kuroo had been at this for a long while yet. it had been spoken of by the two of you in passing, suggested, but only today had he coaxed you into accompanying him to the boxing studio he trained at.

he had taken up boxing a long time ago, the call of the leather glove having echoed in his ears since deep into his youth. it suited him, you thought; the firm land of a fist on the punching back, the sheen of sweat over the carved ridges of his back as you ogled watched from behind, the trickle of crimson that coated his lips like a violent kiss on the occasion that an opponent made him bleed. it was his outlet—his space. his way to get the force in those knuckles out so that he could touch you afterward with a gentleness that the ring did not allow.

even then, as he positioned your elbows further toward your abdomen with calloused hands capable of breaking, not a single dent was left in the delicate silhouette that was you. he knew you were strong, and yet he held you as if you were not even to be at risk of breaking under his watch.

“there you go,” he said, slipping his own gloves—taken off for the convenience of correcting your sloppy figure—back on. “come at me again. just like that.”

he readied before you, arms raised. for a brief moment, lenses that corrected him as your boyfriend rather than the fighter that was kuroo, fell. you could hardly empathize with the men that faced him like it was second nature. he looked strong. you would never tell him quite how attractive you found that.

“yeah, yeah. i’ll be better at this than you soon, I bet.”

he raised a brow. “yeah? that a challenge or a promise?”

“it’s whatever you take it as.”

a punch, a dodge, and then another. he kept that stupid, stupid smirk on his face for all of it, like this was breathing for him. violence was not in his nature, but technique was. strategy. skill. tetsuro kuroo was nothing if not scheming.

somehow, in a manner you were sure was entirely against the rules of boxing, you ended up on the ground. he was above you, slightly damp strands of raven hair mussed from exertion (even his stamina could only last so long—this little lesson of his had taken a bit longer than you anticipated) as he pinned you down.

for a moment, it went silent. just the sound of his ragged breathing accompanied by your own, the feeling of his gloved hands on your shoulders the single grounding force in the midst of the interaction.

then, “I think you’re dipping your toes into the wrong sport, tetsu. disqualified.”

the silence lightened. he laughed, hearty and straight from the chest. it rumbled through the both of you as he dipped his head, nose nudging the junction of your neck in the brief moment he tried to hide how his ears had gone red and pretended he was chuckling as always. finding balance was what the two of you did best. not intense. not too flat, either. simply somewhere floating blissfully in the middle of fun and want.

“save it for the ringsides. you still lost anyway.”

you swatted at him. he barely even flinched. “you’ll get me next time, i’m sure. the student becomes the teacher or whatever.”

“that sounded really deceptive, kuroo.”

“doubting my faith in you?”

“entirely.”

“land a punch on me and prove me wrong, then.”

you huffed. “don’t tempt me.”

you felt him smile against your shoulder. then, he was peeling himself off of you, hopping to his feet with an agility you could only envy. “forbidden fruit, babe. come and get it.”

idiot.

you hopped up and went for it again anyway.

a/n: heyyyyy haikyuu I am Not Back I think but I wanted to write this. I miss kuroo ngl. anyway chipping away at both bthoc and aki vamp hunter fic in the meantime as well as a few different drabbles but take this!!!! written in twenty minutes as I contemplate folding my laundry.

@sh0ot1ngst4r @azinniyaa @fiannee @bubybubsters @lizbix @mayyhaps @adoresia @xianji @cinnamxnangel @sickpatientt @megapteraurelia @aldebrana @cancelledkat @wizzzierr @jadeyaps @evesfairytale @nishislcve @grndz3r000 @reverd-ck @yshzai07

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— . BY THE HATCHET OF CUPID.

𖤓 most romance stories involve the arrow of cupid striking one rather than the axe of their lover being driven straight through their head. how unfortunate it is for you that the ideals seem to have swerved you. however, you know that to believe in such fairytales would be foolish, for the hunger games leave no time for compassion (and especially nothing as silly as love). this is not your first go at the games, and you are far more focused on making sure it is your last than any man. you just want to go home. you never expected to find home in your first target.

an ongoing series featuring levi ackerman + the hunger games.

taglist 5/50

general taglist (only on mlist): @sh0ot1ngst4r @azinniyaa @fiannee @bubybubsters @lizbix @mayyhaps @adoresia @xianji @cinnamxnangel @sickpatientt @megapteraurelia @spookypeacesandwich @cancelledkat @whoevenisjessica @juliaarchiv3s

crossposted to ao3

tread carefully; the weak-hearted may not find comfort in the chaos. basic hunger games warnings (violence, death, manipulation, etc), mentor!levi and reader, fem reader, 75th quarter quell, district 12 levi, district 7 reader, rivals to lovers, slow burn, emotional conflict, lowk trauma bonding, proofread by my momma, my knowledge on thg is rusty, background hange x moblit, they/them hange zoe, tba

district seven’s hope. district 12’s anomaly. soundtrack.

day one. — beast to the slaughter.

day two.

day three.

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3rd place (along with the rest of the population) ykw i’ll TAKE IT 🤑🤑🤑🤑🤑

AYYYEEE YUP 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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first place?? aaaa??

LMMFFAAOOOOO you are just That Good

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SONIC THEME IS SO CUTE IM SCREAMING

AAAAYYYEEEE THANK YOU 😊😊😊😳😳😳

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omg sia just re logged smth abt your event?? i’ll check later when chem has released me

LMFAOAOAO why am I seeing this only now … you are a bit late my friend … it’s okay

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PODIUM TIME!! :3

info — first place can make a request that will become top priority for the time being for any of the fandoms that were included in the event. second and third place get bragging rights I suppose.

@stellar-headquarters with 4/6 correct guesses!!

@adoresia with 3/6 correct guesses!!

okay then we had like a million people tied for third place i’ll just put it here

web of fate — the centre of it all.

fushiguruuzzzz mini event — a guessing game competition !!

status: ongoing

in your attic lies a small box. it is a humble little thing, the wood worn and scratched from lifetimes of use. inside, there are pictures. each was sought from a different timeline—in each one where you found love. the men you so adore in the alternate realities are vaguely recognized, but not enough for a name to be put to their face by appearance alone. context clues are your best friend in this cocktail of memories, detective work, and anticipation.

timelines are like a web. they branch out endlessly, but all somehow lead back to the centre. you happen to be in the place they meet. pair the timelines to the described photos and be rewarded.

string one — eren jaeger

string two — levi ackerman

string three — armin arlert

string four — tetsuro kuroo

string five — yuu nishinoya

string six — kenma kozume

string seven — yuji itadori

string eight — suguru geto

string nine — yuta okkotsu

recent photograph—unassigned.

the attic is worn and riddled with cobwebs, but still, some things are meant to be clear.

every three days, a description of a photograph will be released. these will not be at all correlated to the timeline orders. a google form will be attached to the post, and you will have said three days to answer before it is removed and the true lover is revealed. until revealed, the photograph will be linked in the section above. once revealed, it will be linked in the name of the man. if 50% or more of the submissions are correct, a drabble will be written about the scenario when the photograph was taken (context, dialogue, etc.).

regardless of whether the stats are worthy of a drabble, the correct guessers will be tagged when it is revealed. the person who gets the most right—the winner—will be tagged afterwards and be given the opportunity to submit a top-priority request!!! ^^

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ends here I think!!!!!! lack of responses :( thank you to @adoresia and @reverd-ck — you got it !!!!!!!

web of fate — photograph six

the next photograph features a dimly lit room, the blue glow from a television screen casting cool hues across the dainty features of your lover. this was quite blatantly more modernly set, considering the headset on his head and the remote clutched in his hands. one of the ears of the headphones was moved aside, and though he would never admit it (likely spew something about “general awareness” or “scoping the scenery” or whatever it was he loved to say), it was the ear closest to you.

his gaze had flicked from whatever it was occupying his attention previously, irises zoned in on your face—which was behind the camera, unfortunately. his nose was scrunched just slightly, like a lazy attempt to display annoyance. however, the fact that the lower half of his body was identically dressed to the bits of your knees sticking out southward spoke a little louder about his affection for you (as did the shimmering of his eyes, but that was an entirely different story).

REVEALED: EREN JAEGER

taglist @megapteraurelia @xo-nyx @reverd-ck @mayyhaps @adoresia

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i’ll shoot my self five times before i gaf about the history of the atom or periodic table

woah okay 😕😕😕😕 you can be nonchalant in the face of them but let’s … let’s put the gun down okay my firnend

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anyway can you come over to do my chem revision for me 🤕

yes okay i’m swimming across the ocean right now? i’m 🏊‍♀️🏊‍♀️🏊‍♀️🏊‍♀️🏊‍♀️🏊‍♀️🏊‍♀️🏊‍♀️🏊‍♀️🏊‍♀️ wait for me

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I LOVE YOIR SONIC THEME SMNFIAIDIFOQOOAOQLSKKFJG

AAAALALALLAALALA THANK YOU MU FRIEND 😊😊😊😊

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web of fate — photograph six

the next photograph features a dimly lit room, the blue glow from a television screen casting cool hues across the dainty features of your lover. this was quite blatantly more modernly set, considering the headset on his head and the remote clutched in his hands. one of the ears of the headphones was moved aside, and though he would never admit it (likely spew something about “general awareness” or “scoping the scenery” or whatever it was he loved to say), it was the ear closest to you.

his gaze had flicked from whatever it was occupying his attention previously, irises zoned in on your face—which was behind the camera, unfortunately. his nose was scrunched just slightly, like a lazy attempt to display annoyance. however, the fact that the lower half of his body was identically dressed to the bits of your knees sticking out southward spoke a little louder about his affection for you (as did the shimmering of his eyes, but that was an entirely different story).

submit your guess !

taglist @megapteraurelia @xo-nyx @reverd-ck @mayyhaps @adoresia

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web of fate — photograph six

the next photograph features a dimly lit room, the blue glow from a television screen casting cool hues across the dainty features of your lover. this was quite blatantly more modernly set, considering the headset on his head and the remote clutched in his hands. one of the ears of the headphones was moved aside, and though he would never admit it (likely spew something about “general awareness” or “scoping the scenery” or whatever it was he loved to say), it was the ear closest to you.

his gaze had flicked from whatever it was occupying his attention previously, irises zoned in on your face—which was behind the camera, unfortunately. his nose was scrunched just slightly, like a lazy attempt to display annoyance. however, the fact that the lower half of his body was identically dressed to the bits of your knees sticking out southward spoke a little louder about his affection for you (as did the shimmering of his eyes, but that was an entirely different story).

REVEALED: EREN JAEGER

taglist @megapteraurelia @xo-nyx @reverd-ck @mayyhaps @adoresia