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im that anon from bleedinq and like tysm for taking time to send that. it means a ton. ty ily and thanks for coming to my ted talk

hey anon!! i’m glad it meant something to you. and when it comes to messages like yours, i’d take all the time in the world to make sure you feel.. safe, wanted, loved, cared for. whatever it may be. i’m here for you hon! i love u lots too! :”) please don’t hesitate to message me or to send me an ask. i’m always available :)

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i forgot about this but i love this so much

hey hey hey babey! love ur blog already :”) can i get 20, 33, 42, and 31 (in that order) with tsukishima and fem reader? he changes and falls out of love with her. pure angst!! please and thank u :)) also, i think its from angst/fluff prompt list pt 2 by helldemonicboy? (ithinkthatstheblogname) thank uuuu

Request: heyy i had permission sending another blog this ask so here i go 🥺 angst with tsukishima kei becoming dry with you and then it goes on for multiple weeks. then you realize it’s because he fell out of love with you? he ends up finding someone else and replaces you. thank u so much for taking my ask. ur amazing! angst, with extra angst, sprinkled angst and angst on the side. thank u babey!!!!!

a/n: so i hope i chose the correct quotes but they make sense so i think i did LOL i also combined these two requests because they’re pretty similar hehe also first time writing angst so i hope i did the requests justice hehe

You approached the front entrance of school, yet again no boyfriend to greet you before classes. The past week or so he’s been acting a little distant but you couldn’t blame him; exams were coming up and he’s been practicing even more due to a big volleyball tournament also coming up.

Being in different classes you knew you weren’t going to see him until after school. You decided to send him a text to invite him over for dinner after practice.

Sure.

You smiled, happy that you were finally going to spend more time with him.

Perfect! I’ll make your favorite since my parents are out for the night. See you after practice love you!

Ok.

Your smile faltered due to his short response but maybe he was just tired, he did have morning practice before school today.

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SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HERE

@haikyuuscreaming

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says the girl who fantasizes about iwa’s piss GTFO

piss kink UNLOCKED

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alexas jus hiding the fact that she would slurp tsukkis piss for free !!! these hoes wilding istg

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imi has urolagnia confirmed. piss kink UNLOCKED @haikyuuscreaming

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stay safe

! IMPORTANT !

…no joke

i think the fic is somehow taking people’s accounts.

no fucking joke.

someone i was just talking to dmed me the link. they were nice. their account had posts.

now its empty, it has no posts, their header is blank.

DO NOT FUCKING CLICK ON THE FIC LINK. ITS SOMETHING THAT GRABS YOUR PASSWORD. I DONT KNOW WHAT IT IS.

I REPEAT. DONT FUCKING. CLICK. ON THE FIC.

RB THIS. RB THIS. RB THIS. RB THIS. RB THIS. RB THIS.

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reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

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happy 3 month friendship to my first tumblr friend :) + announcement

hey so i met amber, 3 months ago. on this day. i was scrolling through bnha angst tags when i found her @ and i fell in love with her content. amber, if you read this, i’d like to thank u for an amazing time on tumblr! i never have looked forward to logging on to an app this much, and you were the reason behind it. although... we don’t talk as much as we used to, which incredibly saddens me, i’m still glad to have met you. to have won that followers contest. to have that courage to start a conversation. you’re truly an amazing person. you’re incredible, show stopping, never before seen. i love your high as fuck self and how we can be so comfortable around each other. i love how you worried about me when i went ia for a solid 3 days. i love how i met other incredible people through you, like stan, mik, bisuga, etc. you were my first ever tumblr friend. and i was yours. i’m glad to hold that title. i’m glad to be your friend. you mean so much to me, amber, you really do. <3 happy 3months friendversary! and i hope those 3 months increase to many more. @bleedinqhearts

and to conclude this, farewell my friends. i’m taking a break. however, if any fics were to be written while on my break, i’ll gladly release them. apologies for the sudden decision, but i think its what’s best for me right now. hope everyone understands <3

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angst short fic coming soon??

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may i request a nsfw kageyama hcs?

hey hon! completely forgot to take off nsfw from my rules! i don’t write nsfw due to the fact that i am underage.. thank you for requesting but my apologies for the inconvenience :”) feel free to request again !

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A quick tip for writers out there, who use Microsoft Words:

Change the background colour of the pages to a mint green shade.

It is said that green is a calming colour, however, the main reason why I like this, is because I can write for a much longer period of time now, as a white background I used before made my eyes dry and exhausted after just a few hours of working.

It is basically much more soft and careful to the eyes. I can’t precisely explain why that is. I think it’s that by making a pinch softer contrast of the text and the background, your eyes does not get exposed to as much light.

Just make sure to not make the background too dark, or else your eyes will get exhausted do to over-fixating the lack of contrast between text and background.

And maybe you find a nice pastel/light background shade that fits you; give it a try.

Different things work out and fits for different people. And I just felt like sharing this.

Here’s the shade numbers I used to get my preferred colour:

Thanks for reading.

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Can I request a Boyfriend!Oikawa headcanons?

OIKAWA AS A BOYFRIEND

a/n: helloooo anon! this is my first time writing headcanons so enjoy :’) please keep in mind that this is the way i perceive tooru!

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― Oikawa Tooru is the most clingy person you’ll ever meet. He’s the type of person that craves for their s/o’s attention and love.

― Dating Oikawa would sometimes be hard. It takes time and patience to love him. He takes volleyball seriously, so it’s hard to understand him here and there. But in the end, he loves you dearly, far more than volleyball. 

― PDA PDA PDA PDA PDA!!!!! Oikawa is a cocky b*tch and he just adores his s/o’s touch. Kisses on the nose? YEs. Forehead? Oh most definitely. Kisses everywhere and anywhere.. Adores showing you off

― Always wanting to hold you or be held by you. Curling up together, underneath hefty amounts of blankets, sharing the warmth as you tangle your fingers into his soft hair? YES. Sneaking kisses and hugs from the behind always come from this boy!  Hugs and cuddles are a must.

― Oikawa is definitely a romantic and loves showing his s/o off to his teammates. Again, he’s SO cocky to the point where there’s not one day where he brags about you to Iwaizumi...

― Selfies! He seems like the type to take hundreds and hundreds of photos with his s/o. Dare I say, his entire social media platform and gallery is just filled with them. 

― He’s absolutely lovestruck. Despite the amount of fans he has, and the attention he gets, his eyes are set on you. Seeing you standing on the bleachers at his game makes him so happy and being cocky once again, riles him up to show off his moves. You can practically see stars shine in his eyes when you look into them.

― Matching items! Phone cases! Lock screens! Keychains! Pyjamas! You name it..

―   Pet names :’) He loves using pet names to tease you and seeing you all cute & blushy after hearing it from him makes his heart BURST. Loves seeing your cute, embarrassed reactions. Especially, chibi-chan. Uses your nickname usually though.

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THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOD GOODBYE DHQHDHWHHWHS

hot under the collar. | toru oikawa x reader.

pairing ୨୧ toru oikawa (hq!!) x reader. tags ୨୧  brief nsfw mention. word count ୨୧ 620. taglist ୨୧  @bleedinqhearts​ @saintlygore​. summary  ୨୧ it’s hot in the office and oikawa bitches at you about it. authors note ୨୧ this is weird. might be a series that comes in non chronological order. who knows.

your shirt starts to come undone at your fingers.

while toru peeks at you from over your cubicle wall, you pretend you’re too hot to notice, unbuttoning and rolling up your sleeves, undoing the windsor knot in your necktie, the itchy cotton of your work socks making you groan in agony. your shirt sticks to your back like a slimy second skin, and when you can’t grab your water bottle fast enough, then, and only then, does oikawa sneer, chide and tsk, mousy brown eyes having found their reason to pay you your due attention.

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deeper than any wound

collaboration with @tododork

⤷ summary: Sometimes, you don’t need to know what they know.

pairing: mirio togata/ reader

warnings: angst, infidelity

word count: 3.4k

a/n: okay okay so this was actually for @out-of-my-way-extras partner writing event back in… october lmao. BUT it’s okay bc we finished it and it turned out really good! shoutout to lee for being absolutely incredible and putting up w my indecisive ass lol. go follow lee @tododork or else >:( also bonus points if u can tell our writing apart.

They said it would get easier. Loss wasn’t easy, but that it would heal in time.

Mirio’s loss was different. He didn’t just lose a loved one. He lost a part of himself, and that hurt more than any wound.

It hurt you more than any wound.

“Is Mirio with you, Tamaki?” you asked gingerly, hoping that the desperation in your voice wasn’t too apparent. It was after curfew, and you haven’t seen him all day. You hadn’t seen him all week either.

When was the last time you’d seen him? When was the last time you talked to him?

A month.

“I-I’m sorry, Y/N,” he stuttered over the phone, and you tried your best to keep your heart in your throat. You picked at the threads of your sweatshirt as he continued. “H-He might be with Eri-chan and Aizawa-sensei? I’m sorry-“

“Don’t apologize, Tama. It’s not that important anyway,” you reassured, to him and yourself. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Take care of yourself, alright?”

You hung up before he could apologize again, staring at his contact on your phone. Looking up at the sky, you closed your eyes for a second, feeling the cool breeze kiss your skin. Sometimes, you pretended that you were in a world without heroes and villains and fear. You pretended that you were in a world where Mirio was okay.

It was dangerous to be outside past curfew, with villains and the fear of teachers catching you, but it was the only place you could go without getting looks of pity. Why should you be pitied? It wasn’t like your mentor died and you lost your quirk-

How selfish of you to think about yourself. It made you want to throw up.

You stared at the stars, took a deep breath, and walked back to Hero’s Alliance.

“Y/N?” Nejire frowned when you walked into the common room, freshly brewed tea in her hand. She was in her pajamas. “What are you doing up so late?”

“Just taking a walk,” you said, trying to look sheepish instead of sorrowful. You were semi-aware that your eyes were puffy and that your hair was nappy. “Finals are really taking a toll on me, and the common room isn’t exactly quiet!”

There was a pause, before you asked, “Have you seen Mirio recently?”

She frowned, her eyebrows knitting together. “I’m sorry-“

“It’s fine!” you said, a little too cheery for someone who looked so tired. “I’m sure he’s in his room.”

He wasn’t.

Nejire looked at you strangely. “Alright, then. Night, Y/N-chan.”

You waved at her goodnight before turning around, hating yourself for the way your shoulders trembled.

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read AND like AND reblog @bleedinqhearts shit or i’ll give u the coronavirus BITCH

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STARGAZING

stargazing ;   pairing: keigo takami x reader   warnings: none   summary: you have no idea why your boyfriend feels the need to force you to stargaze with him… or, in which you finally see the real keigo takami.    request: “ stargazing with keigo where the reader is just admiring his features and such bc he’s a beautiful man 🥺👉👈 (sorry it’s not hq ” – anon

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“Keigo, it’s midnight.” You don’t mean to sound whiny, but you’ve been suffering at the hands of a God awful cold for the past two days, and the last thing you want to do is get flown up to the roof of your apartment building for God knows what whenever you would much rather be in bed.

“Don’t worry, it’s nice out tonight!” Your boyfriend of only three months says this cheerfully, as if all is well in the world right now. And maybe for him it is, since he’s been making a name for himself in the world of heroes. You make a mental note that congratulations on his latest achievement are in order, but you can’t think straight whenever a gust of wind causes you to clutch the thin blanket Keigo allowed you to bring closer to your body.

His golden-brown eyes are focused on your slightly shivering figure, and a flash of concern passes through them, almost like he’s just come down from whatever high has caused him to fly you up to the rooftop so late at night. Before you can reassure him that you’re fine, that you would just feel better if you could return to bed, he’s shrugging off that aviator style jacket of his and wrapping it around your body, taking that thin blanket off of your shoulders in the process. His jacket is much warmer than that stupid blanket of yours, and even better, it smells faintly like the woodsy cologne he favors. You wrap it tightly around yourself, and for a second, all is silent. 

“Sorry. I should have realized it was so cold out.” He says, and you want to tell him that it’s fine, that you’re currently dying of a cold so naturally all types of weather are perilous to you, but you don’t, and the silence settles over you two heavier than your blanket, and even heavier than his jacket. 

“It’s okay.” You say quietly, breaking the silence, and you know that it doesn’t matter how softly you speak because Keigo’s awfully conscious of his surroundings (he didn’t build up his agency from the early age of eighteen and became wildly successful for no reason), and he takes a step back, almost like it’s a slap to the face. But Keigo is Keigo, and he turns on that mega-watt charming smile that has so many women flocking to his side, but you’re sick and tired, and you don’t really want to throw a pity party for yourself right now, but it’s kind of hard not to whenever you’re a sniffling, shivering mess, and he’s standing there, glowing in the moonlight like some sort of demigod. 

He lays down your blanket and plops down on it, and even though he still has that five o’clock shadow, and even though he has that rogueish charm only a young man can get away with, he looks almost childlike right now. His ash blond hair looks as soft as silk, and you know that it is that soft because you’ve ran your hands through his hand on more than one occasion. He’s still smiling, but even you notice that it seems sort of off, almost like he doesn’t want to be smiling. He pats down the empty space next to him on the blanket, and you make your way to him, sitting next to him. 

“I’m sorry.” He says, again, and this time you can’t bring yourself to hold back any reassurance. He tries, he really does, to be a good boyfriend.

“No, I am. I’m tired and sick and being a cranky bitch.” You mutter, and he pulls you closer using those bright red feathers of his, and you can’t even yelp out in protest because it happens so fast. He lets you rest your head on his shoulder, and now the scent of him is overwhelming, but not to point where it’s bothersome. In fact, it’s becoming a comfort to you, and you breathe in deeply, even though your stuffy nose doesn’t want to cooperate. 

“I brought you out here to look at the stars.” He’s chuckling softly, as if to say “what a stupid idea”, but even though it hasn’t been long since you’ve known him, you’re certain that he genuinely wants to do this, and the idea that he just wants to spend time with you, away from the cameras, away from prying eyes, makes you melt.

“I like that idea.” You say, and Keigo shifts both of you two’s position around so that he’s able to look down at you, his piercing golden colored eyes looking directly into yours. He hums in contentment, but there’s a sort of worrying gleam in his eyes that you can pick up, even in the darkness. It’s that sort of childlike uncertainty that you rarely see glimpses of, but it occasionally makes its appearance in moments where Keigo is feeling most vulnerable. He’s a grown man now, yes, but there’s an internal, eternal boy in him that’s longing for actual validation, not just someone giving into him because he’s a top hero now. 

You have no idea what type of history has shaped and formed the man sitting next to. You haven’t an inkling of an idea on why something as frivolous as your acceptance of him is so important to him, why doing something as simple as hanging out with his significant other causes some internal conflict that he feels the need to hide away with grandiose smiles and flashy displays with his wings.

You take his hand into yours, squeezing gently but firmly. “I want to look at the stars with you.” You reaffirm. His eyes are searching yours intently, searching for any sign of dishonesty. His ears are perked up, listening to any hint of you saying that just to appease him. His sharp features are softening as he realizes that you passed some test he himself wasn’t even aware he was giving you, and he squeezes your hand back to tell you that he thinks you’re by far the most amazing and understanding person he’s ever showed a sliver of his true self to. 

“Good.” And there’s a sort of brightness in his eyes that you’re not quite used to seeing. He seems to relax, just the slightest, and no one would notice from his usual carefree attitude, but Keigo Takami is as tense as one can be. Even with his arms around you, admiring the stars sparkling overhead, his sharp jaw is still clenched. His fingers are drumming on the side of your arm, light little taps that aren’t annoying, but aren’t done out of the absentmindedness people wrongly diagnose him with. He’s still on edge, always on high alert. You realize that it must be tiring to be him, to have people look at this godlike man and see only Hawks. 

“Look! I bet I know more constellations than you!” Keigo’s free arm is extended up, his long fingers pointing up at the sky. There are clusters of stars forming indiscernible shapes, and you allow Keigo to grab your hand so he can guide your fingers as you two trace out the constellations together. 

You’re hardly paying attention to whatever star-related fun facts he has stored up in his brain. His jawline is still as sharp as ever, but it’s relaxed, and you’re sure his jaw is cheering in relief. His hands are rough and calloused as they’re guiding yours, but the texture is just proof of what a hardworker he is, even with that lax attitude he exudes. With his guard practically down, golden brown eyes alighting with wonder and pure happiness, you’re certain that this is the real Keigo Takami, not just some front he puts on for the masses. 

“Keigo.” You say, interrupting him mid-explanation of some Greek mythology that you have very basic knowledge of. 

“Yes?” He hums, turning to face you, and you’re suddenly struck with just how utterly out of your league he is. He looks like the type of man the Greeks would immortalize in stone, would remember by a random formation of the stars – the type of man that they would revere as a god and sacrifice people better than you to show their honor and adoration for him. 

“I don’t think I understand constellations very much.” You mumble, and Keigo knows that you don’t mean the stars because he knows that you don’t really care about them, especially in the state you’re in right now. And it reassures you that he knows, that he understands, that he gets what – who – the constellations you don’t understand really is.

“That’s okay.” And there’s no faux cheerful lilt to his voice like there usually is. “You’ll get it one day.” And he pulls you closer, but there’s no incessant stories about the stars shining above you to fill the silence because for the first time in forever, Keigo feels like there’s no need for it. 

It’s just you, and him, and the stars. 

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ahhh! Sorry to bother but oh my god I loved oikawa fic!! 💕

thANK YOU SO MUCH!!!! that means so much to me 🥺🤍 and don’t worry, you’re not bothering me whatsoever! speech season is almost over (one more presentation left) and then hopefully... maybe... possibly... a part two might come out??