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hey real quick if u voted for trump and ur admitting it on tumblr dot com of all places… i hope you wake up every day with the heaviest weight on ur shoulders and never find peace, if i spoke my mind for what i actually wished for you id be shot on the spot but i truly wish unrest for the rest of your life.

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lives were fucking changed today

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lives were fucking changed today

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forget me not.

❝True love is selfless. It is prepared to sacrifice. ❞

╰┈➤ 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝; 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐱 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞; 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬… 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐟𝐨𝐫��𝐯𝐞𝐫.

𖨆♡𖨆 hitto kakucho x fem!reader, haitani ran x fem!reader

·˚ ༘ angst, 18+, MDNI, psuedo-cheating, love triangle, smut, fluff, amnesiac!reader, husband!kakucho, bonten timeline, mentions of pregnancy, tension, weapons, heartbreak, mentions of breeding, blood, unhealthy marriage, canon-typical violence, weddings, language, suggestive content, mentions of food, alcohol, smoking, suicide ideation, graphic depictions of suicide, sexual assault attempt, triggering language based off sexual assaults

╳ cry harder while listening to this playlist

╳ status: 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄

— illustration of kaku convincing y/n to come back to him by @/ichigohanpff

— yn touching kaku’s scar by @/hannya-quinn

{{𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐗}}

#1: for better/for worse

#2: “she would’ve been mine”

#3: rewind and repeat

#4: me and my husband

#5: i do(n’t)

#6: one night in shanghai

#7: in loving memory [part 1┊part 2]

©all works belong to lalunanymph. do not copy, repost or claim as your own.

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asians: pls care about racism against us

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Bex’s 7k special!! i know i always bitch abt wanting to do an event, so join me and an irl friend (+ a few of your favs) in a (facecam) live stream!  It’s gonna be gaming/interactive q&a based, but it’s just me teaching bitches how to play Minecraft bedwars + jackbox!!

⊵  (Next) Saturday the 13th, 8PM CT

⊵  twitch link - incase you want to follow ahead of time for the notif

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Holy fuck Martin. Language.

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Holographic Nintendo Stickers made by Moli Fernyx

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Check it out! The Miya twins are fighting! Let’s bet our lunch money on who’s gonna win this time! Where’s Kita?

S04E21 vs. CH 279

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宮村 伊澄 in ep. 3

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the many layers of kenma 

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i'm waiting

send love via mëmë

i can’t remember which ones i already sent you but here just take my whole entire heart

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NIGHT FOUR: HOOK, LINE, SINKER.

Synopsis: You’re special enough to be the only girl close enough to Suna Rintarō, but how long is it gonna stay that way when another girl enters the picture?

Content Warnings: Angst. Porn with plot. NSFW. Vaginal penetration. Creampie. Mention of exhibitionism. Fingering. Choking. Friends with Benefits. Jealousy. Possessive behavior. Mention of another girl. Pining. Assumed unrequited love. Love triangle. Fluff. Happy ending but I suck at comfort so if it’s bad, well, it is what it is.

Characters: Suna Rintarou. Osamu Miya. Female Reader.

Word Count: 3.7k+

Violet’s Note: Comin’ in late with the Night Four but here it is, some more angsty smut with friends with benefits!Suna. I’m not sure but  I think I may have fucked up at the end, mayhaps. Little warning that this wasn’t proofread! A HUGE THANK YOU TO MY LIFESAVER MOUS BECAUSE IF IT WASN’T FOR HER THEN THIS WHOLE POST WOULD’VE BEEN GONE and I’d just shrivel up and die.

You really have to wonder if winning was for you.

You’re pretty sure you’re no protagonist—just a side character to everyone’s story. Hell, maybe even just an obstacle for the main characters.

But when Suna Rintarō has his hands all over your body, touching you, playing you like his own little doll—it makes you feel like maybe you’re wrong about this.

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omfg bokuto would be nichkhun on GAWD

i’ve been thinking abt it and yeah, if msby was a kpop group they would be 2pm

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🤔  hmmmmm truthfully speaking i was intending to leave this fic ambiguous, but you got the gears in my mind rollin’ rn

i might make a sequel to this; it all rly depends on my work schedule bc i work 2nd shift (graveyard) at a warehouse and i tend to work 10+ hrs so it might take a while for me to get it done if i decide to do it 😥

thank you for reading it and im glad you enjoyed it 🥰

don’t follow me, you’ll end up in my arms

summary: interviewer: “when did you realize that miya osamu no longer loved you the same way he did in the beginning?”

warnings: angst, mentions of depression, implied cheating, mentions of miya atsumu and suna rintarou

pairings: timeskip!miya osamu x reader

a/n: i just woke up today and chose violence uwu. content is under the cut!

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don’t follow me, you’ll end up in my arms

summary: interviewer: “when did you realize that miya osamu no longer loved you the same way he did in the beginning?”

warnings: angst, mentions of depression, implied cheating, mentions of miya atsumu and suna rintarou

pairings: timeskip!miya osamu x reader

a/n: i just woke up today and chose violence uwu. content is under the cut!

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‘what a coincidence...’ you pondered to yourself as you looked outside your window, the condensation making it hard for you to make out the figures running to their homes, cars rushing to their destination for the day. it rarely rained during the spring in hyogo. normally hyogo had warm, yet refreshing cool breezes; it always felt as if spring was gently guiding you through their season.

today... seemed different. 

your normal morning routine didn’t wake you up the way it usually does. you woke up 5 minutes later than your alarm clock, throwing you off your balance as you rushed to shut that annoying beeping noise. groaning, you threw your comforter out of the way and placed your feet on the cold, cold tiles, seeking warmth in your fuzzy slippers. 

they weren’t in the place they should be in. 

your senses started to fully awaken, and you finally took in the state of your room. work clothes thrown haphazardly on your love seat in the corner, your slippers sitting nice and prettily against the door to your bathroom. 

why was everything so out of place?

confusion started to settle in your features as you walked up to your restroom, feet snuggling into your slippers as you flicked on the light, your reflection staring hauntingly back at you. letting out a sigh, you continued the rest of your morning routine, hoping to get rid of the uneasy feeling settling in your bones. 

-

click. clack. click. 

every click and clack of their shoes gnawed at the back of your conscience, the slight tremble in your figure starting to feel overwhelming as you looked up, standing to greet the interviewer as they did the same. 

sick, you just felt sick to your stomach at their smile. 

“thank you so much for coming to the interview! here at as/is japan, we want to expand and broaden japan’s society, showing our audience that anyone, including celebrities and every day people, that everyone goes through similar issues. we’re hoping through this video that we can convey that they’re not alone in this, and we’re all in this together,” they explained, gesturing to the group of people being ushered into the waiting rooms to get prepped. 

you laughed nervously, “i hope so as well. it’s a very thoughtful video for you guys to prepare for your audience.”

the sound of the clapperboard startled you, the director behind the camera holding up three fingers, slowly counting down before the camera started rolling. 

the interviewer cleared their throat and pointed to the camera, indicating to maintain eye contact with the device. 

they started. 

[today at as/is japan, we asked questions about their relationships and why it ended. we’re going over the topic of heartbreak today. so please, introduce yourself.]

“my name is y/n. i used to be in a relationship for six years with the owner of onigiri miya, miya osamu. we ended our relationship last year in march.”

[i’m sorry to hear that but wow! you dated one of the miya twins. how was it dating the famous miya osamu?]

“it was just amazing. i didn’t care for the fact he was famous, and we started dating way before he opened his restaurant; i believe it was our third year when we finally sealed the deal, haha. miya-san is kind, super attentive, and just overall a great man. anyone would be so lucky to have him.”

[gosh, he really does live up to the name. miya osamu is truly known to be the quiet one compared to his brother, but i’ve always thought twins would have the same personality y’know?]

“right? i thought the same when i first met them at the beginning of high school, and until i started hanging out with them, my perspective has changed.” 

[good to know. moving on, what caused your relationship to fall?]

“...it was our third year anniversary. we somewhat had a routine when it came to our anniversary. we always went to awaji island early in the morning to rent a boat and fish for the day. he and i really enjoy basking in nature, so it was ideal for the both of us. when i woke up at the usual time, i usually snuggle with him before we have to get ready.”

“when i woke up, he wasn’t there, and it was downhill from there.”

[a-ah, y/n-san you don’t have to continue if you don’t feel comfortable. here, a tissue.]

sniff. “thank you, but i would like to continue.”

[as you wish. may i ask what’s happened since your third year anniversary?]

“he... osa- miya-san slowly, but surely stopped being affectionate with me. mornings that were filled with loving kisses turned to waking up alone. lunches that used to be spent together were now filled with empty promises and excuses, saying he had plans to eat lunch with someone else. truthfully, i didn’t think too much of it, and kept supporting him from the sidelines, even if it meant not being able to see him as much.” 

gasps overloaded your senses. [when did you realize that miya osamu no longer loved you the same way as he did in the beginning?]

pause.

“i... fuck, i need to get my shit together.” 

you took a moment to breathe.

in, and out. in, and out.

“on our six year anniversary, i tried to set up our usual routine, and it seemed like he was on board with it. for the past three years, miya-san made excuses, saying things like, ‘i need to meet up with a rep from an investment company,’ or ‘i made a promise to atsumu and rin to meet up with them.’ i could give less shit if it was an ordinary day but it was our anniversary for fucks sake! i had so much hope that he would stay, wake up in bed with me, do our usual, and just be with each other for once.”

in, and out. in and out, in-

“i woke up to an empty space right next to me. it was barely warm, so it meant that he’s been out for a while. i remember being so fucking angry, so torn up inside. how could he flake on me again? i walked to the restroom and saw his phone on the sink counter. i didn’t think too much of it until his phone lit up, and i saw a preview of a message he received. i knew right then and there that this relationship was done for good, so i packed all of my stuff and left without a trace. blocked him and all of his friends on everything and moved away.”

[is there anything you would like to say to our audience, and quite possibly miya-san if he’s watching this?]

“to the as/is japan fans, thank you for tuning in. i hope you all know that you’re not alone, and even the nicest people in this world can be scum bags. my advice to everyone is to make sure you’re in a relationship where one isn’t sacrificing more than the other, and that your happiness isn’t defined by theirs. i’ve always thought whenever miya-san was happy, i was too yet there was still a void in my heart every time i questioned it; make sure it’s genuine and real. and as for miya-san...”

ahem. 

“miya osamu. i don’t hate you, and i never will. i’ve forgiven you a long time ago. truthfully speaking, the day he told us that he would be trying out for teams in tokyo and i saw that look in your eyes, i knew i would never be enough yet i kept on trying. for six years, i’ve chased after you to make you stay while you had eyes for him, traveling to set up your stands at his games. you even had the audacity to invite me to one of his games. i wish you could’ve ended it when you realized it because to this day, i... i’m still in love with you unfortunately, and i don’t know if i ever will stop. please stop searching for me. i just want to be left alone and for him, i hope you make osamu happy.”

wiping your tears, you bowed towards the camera, faintly hearing the clapperboard as you stood up. you bowed once again to the crew members and made your way to the exit, the sound of the light shower soothing your senses. looking up, you smiled. 

‘what a coincidence...’ you pondered to yourself as you saw the sun shyly peeking out from gray, murky clouds. 

- 

gray eyes stared blankly at the outro of the video, the screen illuminating his grave features. 

he brought his hand up to wipe the tears on his sunken cheeks, the action causing for more tears to leak out. miya osamu finally felt the consequences of his actions catch up to him, and he couldn’t take it any longer. every single word that left your lips, your sad smile; it felt as if there were thousands upon thousands of needles pricking his heart. 

to hear that you still loved him, yet didn’t want to do anything with him, killed him inside. 

... “i’m so fuckin’ sorry y/n, i’m so fuckin’ sorry-”