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i don’t write fanfics i literally just repost them and sob my eyes out.

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never seen a more accurate thing on tiktok

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smut is great but do you know what’s better? heart wrenching, soul twisting angst that makes you want to cry (take my money)

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i don’t write fanfics i literally just repost them and sob my eyes out.

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everyone liking my posts but not reblogging them 💔

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why tf are the pfps the size of jupiter?? HELLO?

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You Got Everything You Wanted

Part 1 / Part 2

italics is start of flashback.

Another airplane was getting ready for take off, the cloudless blue sky was vivid against the wide panels of glass; the airport filled with the bustling minds of passengers waiting for their own flight.

You, waiting for something else. Someone else.

Seeing the airplane fly off into the distance into the clouds camouflaging itself, reminded you of an event three years ago.

Your last fight with Tooru. And your last encounter.

With him announcing his sudden departure to Argentina.

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“Why are you telling me this all of a sudden? W-was it because of yesterday?” You frantically questioned, feeling pathetic watching him load his suitcase up.

“I’ve been thinking about it for a while and I already bought my ticket. It’s for tomorrow morning.” He continued packing as if it was one simple holiday.

“Tomorrow? Tooru, that's our anniversary.”

“Who gives a fuck [y/n]. Can’t you see our relationship is in shambles? I fucking cheated on you and you still came back. When will you take the hint that it’s over? We’re over.” He looked at you fed up, with pity in his eyes.

“So you’re just going to throw away the last - what, five years of our lives? Really? The Tooru I know wouldn’t do that to me.”

“He’s gone [y/n]!” He rises to his feet. “Can you not grasp that?”

“No I can’t Tooru! I can’t when all I see in front me is the boy I fell in love with. The boy who was there when I needed him most. And now he’s abandoning me for no apparent reason.” You sobbed, frustrated tears stinging your eyes.

“You’ve changed so much in the past year that I can’t let you go without you explaining to me what the hell is going on with you!” You pleaded.

“Just give me one simple explanation. Then I'll let you go. Then I’ll give up.”

Sensing your sense of defeat, something shifted in Tooru. He was used to you being stubborn. Having the strong sense of determination to power your way through arguments. Maybe his facade was wearing off seeing you crumble like a porcelain doll.

“I had an offer last year for a position to be setter for a club in Argentina. And I accepted.” He glimpsed back up to you, betrayal written all over your face.

“I-I was going to tell you I swear! But seeing you flourish at your new promotion, and your plans for our future life in Japan, I just couldn’t tell you.”

“Tooru…”

“I couldn’t tell you knowing all of this. And knowing that if I told you, you’d have to give it all up; all that you built and all that you lived for. But I also couldn’t leave with you still loving me. I just couldn’t.” He paused, coughing his tears back.

“The thought of us being apart with thousands of miles between us killed me and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to fathom it. That’s why I cheated. And I really thought that was the last straw for me. That you’d finally given up and seen the worst parts of me.” He explained, pouring out everything from his heart that he’d wish he said earlier but couldn’t.

Silence filled the apartment once again until a hiccup reached Tooru's ears. He glanced up to you only to be met with a sobbing mess in front of him. It sounded like agony. You stumble up to him, weakly punching his chest as the salty tears bleed through his shirt.

“Y-you fucking idiot Tooru! You can’t just decide that all on your own. You can’t just decide for me!” You exclaim between rigged breaths.

“I can learn the language! I-I can find another job and we can build a new life there together! Just don’t leave me here, Tooru. Please. I can’t be alone again. “ You looked up at him with blurry eyes, pain evidently searing through veins, clenching your fists against his chest.

Tooru feared this reaction. The worst outcome for him. He was vulnerable to you. He knew that if he saw you like this he’d be tempted to stay, and he was. But, his career was on the line. He had to be selfish.

“Get off me [y/n].” Taking all the hits from you. He couldn’t look down at you.

He shoved you off of him, your body falling to the cold floor.

Weakly, you tried to reach out for him. “Don’t go, don't go, don’t go, please Tooru!”

The jingle of the keys and the creek of the front door opening sealed the new life plan Tooru had. One without you. You stared in horror at Tooru’s figure standing at the open door. Guilt evident on his face.

“I never stopped loving you [y/n].”

“Tooru…”

“Goodbye, my love.” The slam of the door indicating his departure.

Maybe, you were hallucinating, and maybe you were only trying to comfort yourself, but you swore to yourself that he had one small tear fall onto his cheek. The cheek you were supposed to kiss goodbye to.

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“[y/n]!”

The sound of your name being called out to you in the busy airport transported you back into the present. Startled, you look to see where the sound of your name came from, only to see a tall figure running towards you.

“Sorry I took so long, the plane had turbulence issues and- wait are you okay? Why are you crying?” He let go of his suitcase, gently holding your face in his hands, analysing your face with concern.

You laugh whilst wiping away your warm tears from your eyes.

“I’m fine Tobio, just remembered something,” you reassured.

“Must’ve been sad to make you cry out of nowhere,” he said concerned, raising an eyebrow.

“I swear I'm fine! Besides, how can I be upset when you had an urgent meeting,” you reached out for a hug from him. Tobio quickly hugging you back, relaxing himself onto you.

“I wouldn’t miss our anniversary and you know that.” He smiled fondly at you.

“I’m just so relieved to see you in one piece. This week was so stressful at work and clients not cooperating,” you rambled.

“Anyways! Happy anniversary, Tobio,” you grin up at him.

“Happy anniversary [n/n] .You’re everything that I could ever want, except for volleyball of course,” he slyly commented.

“Why you…” you grumbled, sarcastically rolling your eyes at him.

All he did was chuckle to himself, proud of his little joke.

“Remember who got you the opportunity to go on an airplane in business class!”

“I still can’t believe you won us a holiday here at the raffle party,”

“I’m just one lucky girl, what can I say?” you boasted, implying a certain someone made you lucky.

“Okay, okay i’m sorry. Shall we go?” He asked, ready for the eventful night to unfold.

“Yeah, we should,” you agreed, kissing him on the cheek.

The warm outside air and the lively night market marked the beginning of your memorable week. Here, together, in Argentina.

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brewing up something tonight…. 🙂‍↕️

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wish i could archive posts 💔

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i just woke up why do people like my fics what HELLO THANKS? 😭❤️‍🩹

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You Got Everything You Wanted

Part 1 / Part 2

pre argentina oikawa x afab reader

heavily based on ‘We Hug Now’ by Sydney Rose

angst scenario

not proofread !!

w/c: 690

a/n: literally made this because i heard this song and thought of this scenario it’s literally 2am rn. i’m so sorry for the poor plot and appearing randomly :’(

taking the pledge to stop making drafts of long fics that don’t end well…

“He’ll be better.”

You began to tell your friends the same thing every week, which turned into everyday.

“He’ll be home soon,”

Taking a glance at the front door, that should’ve opened one hour ago,

The furnished apartment somehow always felt empty and cold even with the warm fuzzy memories. For some reason the bed felt the same way, even with the presence of Tooru.

No matter how many silent dinners you have with him; no matter how many times your friends have tried to persuade you to leave him, there was always a lingering feeling gripping inside your chest; a small chance that he’d go back to his normal ways.

The flirtatious Tooru, who tried to impress you with a jump serve that ended up hitting Iwa straight onto his face.

The jealous Tooru, who ignored you for a maximum of one hour when you revealed your type for basketball guys during freshman year.

The Tooru that scurried straight to your door when you found out you couldn’t get into your dream university, calling him with incoherent sentences and a snotty nose.

The Tooru who dragged you to his apartment when your parents kicked you out of the house for being a disappointment, arguing back to them.

“You’re more than they’ll ever be.”

The Tooru who still tried. Who still cared.

Now sitting in front of you silent, with lifeless eyes that you couldn’t read anymore as if the connection you had was cut. As if he chose to be a stranger.

“You’re late to dinner again, was coach Mizoguchi making you guys run the same drills again too?” You asked after a nervous silence, trying to start a conversation.

He just grunted in response, along with a half shrug.

“Y’know you can look at me right, I’m not mad at you for being late again for like the hundredth time,” You began with a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood.

He didn’t make eye contact with you.

Understanding that he wasn’t going to respond, your smile flattened, and you pressed your lips together, forcing yourself to eat dinner quietly. Almost feeling embarrassed for even trying to talk to him.

The clash of metal utensils and ceramic plates filled the kitchen, creating a sharp dissonance that started to agitate you. Through this, new doubtful thoughts about Tooru slithered into your brain as your friend’s words returned into your memory.

“Have some self-respect [y/n].” Something you forgot you had.

You wrapped your hands around Tooru’s waist, behind him as he washed the dishes, showing signs of life. He always liked being affectionate. Now he only hugs you back when he wants to.

Today, however, he accepted your offer of affection. A rise of butterflies filled your stomach as the distant but familiar sensation of love finally reached back down between you two. Until you rested your chin at the base of his chest smelling a sickening sweet scent.

It wasn’t your perfume.

“Have some self-respect [y/n].” Your friend’s words echoed through your mind.

You shoved yourself off Tooru in confusion and disbelief, finally meeting his eyes. They were clouded by lust. He reached for your face with his cold, damp hands.

“Wait Tooru —“

“What?” He said agitated.

“That’s not my perfume you’re wearing,” I explained

“What? What are you talking about, just come back here,” He demanded, gesturing for you to come back to him.

“No. I’m not having sex with you, Tooru, until you explain why you’re wearing another woman’s perfume.”

“I never said I wanted to have sex [y/n]…” He sighs, bringing a hand to his forehead clearly annoyed at your sudden outburst.

“Well it’s always what you want and what we end up doing anyway, isn’t it Tooru? You can’t tell me i’m lying,”

“I fucked up…” He whispers under his breath.

I should’ve kept my mouth shut.

“What did you just-“

“I slept with another girl. Happy?”

Silence.

Other than your rapid heartbeat banging against your chest. The overgrowing vine of pain flowed through you. The words in your throat, trapped.

“Say something [n/n], I can’t stand this silence anymore.”

“Well it seems like you got everything you wanted.”

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omg needed this tysm

hi! i was just wondering how you’re able to get colored text ❤︎

i use color text gradient from this website—patorjk.com :) after you generate copy the html and paste in html editor on here, not the regular rich text and it should show up ^^

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fanfic writers are so fucking awesome in the sense that they can take one single scene, that lasts less than a minute, from the source material and turn that one single scene into a 40k word long fic with depth, feels, character study and development and create a whole storyline out of that one single canonical moment.

fanfic writers are so fucking awesome in the sense that they can take one single scene, that lasts less than a minute, from the source material and write 40 entirely different fics about that one single canonical moment and each one of those fics are literal masterpieces.

shout out to us fanfic writers ♡♡♡♡♡♡

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2nd version

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EXAMS ARE OVERRR hopefully I can send out loads of fics this summer 🥹🥹