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guys i got back into genshin

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now that squid game is popular i see many squid game fans complaining that jo yuri was rigged in pd 48 like ok so what if she did. someone had to carry the vocals

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Not really an ask but... OMG YOUR PFP SJSJJDJDJJSJWK

YESSSS i loved weak hero! i was thinking of making a weak hero x reader fic but i don’t think its really popular in the community :(

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player 222 is better than me because i LOVE my pathetic men

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WHAT DO U MEAN JINU JUST. DIES. EVAPORATES. DISINTEGRATES. HELLO????

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would we be interested in a weak hero fic 😁

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guys i just finished weak hero and omd i love this show SO MUCH

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hi. i tried leaving tumblr to take a mental health break but i feel morally obligated to finish reflections… the only problem is that i deleted everything related to tumblr so id have to restart and remake everyone’s profiles 😬😬

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saw someone say sana from twice is female oikawa… like yes… tell me more…

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reflections — iwaizumi x reader

ᯓ✦ ๋࣭ ⭑ social media au! (smau)

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

bonus #5 — the aftermath 🌀

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

you don’t remember how you made it through the semis.

your body moved on instinct. your blade was sharp but your mind was all fogged. everything echoed. the cheers, your coach’s voice, the sound of your opponent’s footwork, it was all just noise.

your body was there. feet planted, blade raised, mask pulled down— but your heart was still in that changing room, watching him walk away from you like you didn’t matter to him at all.

you advanced by a single point. not because of skill, or because you deserved it. your opponent made a foul in overtime and that was it; you were in the finals.

and when you looked up into the crowd, into the place where he used to be, there was nothing. just lights. just strangers.

you smiled for the cameras. for your coach. for your country. you smiled so no one would ask questions. even if it didn’t feel like victory to you.

but your throat was closing up, and your chest wouldn’t stop aching. you’ve never felt more alone in your life.

you sleep maybe two hours that night.

you wake up in cold sweats, clutching your phone, checking for a message that still isn’t there. your inbox is full of congratulations. news outlets. old classmates. teammates. even your dad.

but not him. not hajime.

⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃🎐 ⋆

the morning of the finals, your body feels like lead. the uniform weighs too much. the floor tilts every time you stand. everything is too bright, too loud, too much.

they call your name and you smile. you wave.

no one notices your hands are shaking.

you blink back tears during the anthem. your vision blurs when you step onto the piste. you’re here—but not really. something in you was left behind. in that changing room. with him.

you try to focus. you try to remember your strategy. her tendencies. where she’s weakest. how to beat her. but the thoughts slip through your fingers like water. all you can think is:

you weren’t supposed to do this alone.

the match begins.

you’re slow. off. your timing’s gone, your edge dulled by something deeper than fatigue. every movement feels wrong, like you’re borrowing someone else’s body and it doesn’t fit right. like it’s betraying you.

your opponent lands the first touch.

and then another.

and another.

you try to recover, but you’re unraveling at the seams.

you can hear your coach shouting, but the words don’t land.

you can hear the crowd, but it sounds so far away.

all you can hear—really hear—is his voice, from a week ago, whispering i’m proud of you like it meant forever.

and now he’s not here.

and it’s all your fault.

you lose.

not with a dramatic collapse, not with a scream—but quietly. slowly, almost like a candle going out.

and when it’s over, when the match ends and you stand there with silver instead of gold, all you can think is: he’s gone. he’s really gone.

the headlines come faster than you can process them.

“a gamble that didn’t pay off.”

“too young, too green, too fragile.”

“eighteen-year-old fencer cracks under pressure in final bout.”

you don’t correct them, don’t explain.

you let them believe whatever they want, because the truth is worse. the truth is pathetic.

you sit through the interviews like a ghost.

microphones shoved in your face. flashes blinding your eyes. voices overlapping—

“how do you feel about the match?”

“what would you say to your fans?”

“do you think you disappointed your country?”

“are you proud of your silver?”

you nod. you smile. you say things that sound rehearsed even though you’re not sure you’re actually speaking. your mouth moves. your head bobs, and yet the questions still come.

they keep asking like they’re waiting for you to break, but you already broke. and none of them even noticed.

⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃🎐 ⋆

you don’t remember when the interview ends.

you just blink, and suddenly you’re in the hallway, your coach guiding you by the arm, telling someone you need a minute, just one goddamn minute.

you make it to the private room and the second the door closes behind you, your knees give out.

you fall, and you fall hard.

you don’t even try to stop the sob that rips out of your chest. it doesn’t sound human.

your hands clutch at your chest like you can tear the pain out. like if you dig deep enough, maybe he’ll still be there.

someone calls your name. someone kneels beside you. someone touches your shoulder, hands you water. you barely register someone telling you how it’s okay, you did your best—

all you can think about is how he’s gone.

and you don’t care about the medal, or the match, or the reporters outside.

you would’ve lost every match in your career if it meant he stayed.

but he didn’t.

you would’ve given up fencing if it meant he stayed just a while longer. it didn’t matter how much you loved this sport— you loved him more.

so there you were, crying because the person you loved most in the world looked at you and decided he couldn’t do it anymore.

and to you? no medal can make that hurt any less.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

fun facts! ❀༉‧₊˚

this finally explains why you were so reluctant towards him at the start

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

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𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

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REF DO SOMETHING IM FLOPPING

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reflections — iwaizumi x reader

ᯓ✦ ๋࣭ ⭑ social media au! (smau)

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

bonus #4 — the breakup 🌀

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

you don’t know how he does it. how hajime can make everything feel okay just by being in the same room.

when he showed up three days ago, you almost cried. not because he flew in from california to surprise you, not because he was there watching all your matches, but because for a moment, you didn’t feel like your whole life was falling apart.

you didn’t tell him about the phone call from your mom. the way your dad signed the divorce papers with a smile. the silence that followed after tooru left for argentina and never really looked back.

you didn’t want to talk about it. fencing was the only thing you felt like you had control over.

hajime was helping. his hand on your lower back before matches. his stupid nutrition reminders. the quiet way he looked at you like you were the whole world.

you were fine, at least you thought you were.

he slips into your changing room five minutes before your semi-finals.

“you’re not supposed to be back here,” you tease, fixing your gear. “you’re going to get kicked out before i even make it to finals.”

he doesn’t smile.

“we need to talk.”

your heart dips, but you laugh it off. “can’t it wait? you know how important this match is—”

“i’m serious.”

you freeze.

and then he says it. five words, so quiet you almost miss them.

“we need to break up.”

you laugh again, but it’s wrong now. “okay. that’s… not funny.”

“i’m not joking.”

you stare at him. the room feels smaller, suffocating. “we were fine this morning,” you whisper in disbelief. “you kissed me. you held my hand. you said i’ve got this—”

“i meant it,” he sighs exasperatedly. “but this… this isn’t right.”

you take a step back, like distance will help you breathe. “what the fuck are you talking about?”

his hands brushes back his hair and his voice begins to shake. “i can’t keep doing this, okay? lying to tooru. going behind his back like this. i feel like shit every time i look him in the eye knowing he doesn’t know.”

“so let’s tell him!” you snap. “tell him we’ve been together for three years, that you love me and that—”

“he won’t forgive me.”

your mouth opens. shuts. “so you’re choosing him over me?”

“no,” he pauses, trying to find the right words. “i’m just trying to do the right thing.”

“the right thing?” your voice cracks, angry tears blurring your vision. “you fly halfway across the world to support me, stand by me during every round, and then dump me right before one of the most important matches of my life? it’s the perfect time to do the right thing now?”

hajime won’t look at you. a part of you knows he can’t look at you. “i knew you wouldn’t understand. i just can’t do this anymore.”

“then why bother coming at all?” your voice is rising, and you can’t stop it. “why say all those things, why hold me last night like nothing was wrong if you didn’t fucking mean it?”

“because i wanted to believe it was okay!” he explodes. “i wanted to pretend that we could keep doing this, but i was lying to myself. i was lying to you.”

his voice is raw now, shaking with something you can’t name.

“this—us—has been killing me.”

your chest caves in.

“the guilt’s been eating at me. you don’t know what it feels like because you don’t even bother thinking about anyone but yourself. haven’t you noticed how it’s been eating away at me? this is the right thing to do. we can’t keep doing this.”

“you don’t mean that,” you whisper. “tell me you don’t mean that.”

“i do. you have no idea what it’s like to be in my shoes, to keep lying to your own best friend like this,” he says it all too fast. “i can’t keep doing this. you’re killing me.”

“fuck you,” your throat tightens. “if you wanted out, you could’ve left me months ago. you could’ve decided to end this years ago before it got serious. not here. not now. not when i needed you the most.”

he doesn’t say anything.

so you keep going, choking on it now. “you don’t even care, do you? i’m falling apart and you don’t even see it. you’re too busy protecting him to notice that i’m drowning.”

he closes his eyes.

you step forward. “haji, look at me.”

he doesn’t.

“hajime, please,” you plead, your voice breaking.

he still doesn’t.

you can’t hold it in anymore. your voice breaks. “please don’t do this, not now.”

he looks at you.

you wish he didn’t. because there’s something final in his eyes. like the decision is already made and it’s killing him, too.

“i’m sorry,” iwaizumi says. you know he means it.

but he turns around and walks out on you. on everything you’ve built with him. he walks away from everything, he walks away from you and doesn’t bother looking back.

you don’t follow. you want to, but you can’t.

you sink onto the bench as the door clicks shut behind him, hands trembling, mouth pressed into your sleeve to muffle the sound of your sobs. your chest hurts. your throat burns. you feel like you’re going to be sick.

your coach bangs on the door. “come on, you’re up soon.”

you wipe your own tears because he’s not here anymore to wipe it for you, and you grab your own helmet because he won’t be here to carry it for you anymore.

most importantly? you walk out like your heart didn’t just shatter into a million pieces.

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

fun facts! ❀༉‧₊˚

wait for the next bonus chapter to see just how it affected you

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

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current harbouring a torn meniscus and a sprained mcl… nobody talk to me i’m on crutches like a god damn FOOL. i swear im literally so injury prone im going to murder someone

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HOW DID I SPRAIN MY MCL.

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uni student!akaashi who frowns when he sees you for the first time in modern literature 103 because you rush in late, breathless, loudly excusing yourself before nearly tripping on your way to the front row—two seats ahead of him. who’s even late on the first day of the semester? and especially for their major?

uni student!akaashi who quickly decides you’re annoying. your reactions to the professor are far too expressive. you nod too eagerly, laugh too easily and above all—you’re unable to sit properly on your chair without moving every second. is there something wrong with these chairs?

uni student!akaashi who finds you weird for having way too many pens and highlighters and puppy-shaped erasers. who needs that many colours and what are you gonna do with them? does highlighting in lavender really help understand the class? he thinks that’s odd.

uni student!akaashi who wants nothing more than to disappear when, after a missed alarm, a car splashing his brand-new jeans, and a tragic drop of his coffee—realises he’s forgotten his copy of the setting sun. the very book he spent all night annotating. how is he even supposed to follow a course about dazai if he doesn’t have the material in his hands? it’s a terrible day.

uni student!akaashi who ends up sitting beside you when you gently offer to share the book (because despite your clumsy attitude and tendency to arrive late, you didn’t forget it). and who’s startled to discover that your notes are not only neat but extremely detailed and thoughtful. you even noticed metaphors and assonances that he hadn't seen (although he was convinced he was pretty attentive to that kind of things). maybe the day isn’t so terrible.

uni student!akaashi who didn’t know he liked jasmine so much until he sat beside you and caught a trace of it from your scarf. the scent has been haunting him since then. now he finds himself buying jasmine tea even though he never drinks tea. he usually prefers coffee, black and filtered. but maybe jasmine isn’t so bad and it helps ease his mind. so he concludes that jasmine is relaxing. yeah, that must be it. just something to do with chemical reactions. nothing more.

uni student!akaashi who wonders where you’ve been when you don’t show up to the class the next day. it’s pretty cold outside now that november is ending so you’re probably just a bit sick, right? but now that he thinks of it, you wore a scarf and gloves the day before so maybe something bad happened to you. maybe he should try to find you on campus and make sure you’re okay?

uni student!akaashi who can finally catch his breath when he sees you at the library. he decides to take a sit beside you because you’re his classmate after all and you missed class this morning, so maybe he could offer some help. you thank him. twice. you blush. and he forgets how to breathe, again.

uni student!akaashi who turns to the guy complaining about the noise you make when you tap your pen against the table and quietly says, “then sit somewhere else,” before returning to his book like it didn’t cost him everything to say it. but you tell him he looked “cool”. and he thinks he wouldn’t mind getting into a fight with every single person in the library just to hear you say this again.

uni student!akaashi who brings you coffee and raspberry cookies (the ones from the café he assumes you like so much, since you always bring food from there in class) just “because it’s the finals soon so everyone deserves a treat and…” but your smile is so bright it knocks the words from his chest. and he needs to find somewhere to sit soon—his knees are weak and his heart thunderous.

uni student!akaashi who shyly mirrors your smile when your eyes light up after he mentions something about your favourite book. you start blabbering and he nods at everything like he’s loved it for years when really, he pulled an all-nighter reading it just so he could understand why it’s your favourite. not that he did it only for you. as a literature student, he thought it was interesting to broaden his reading culture. maybe it’ll help for the exams. and he just wants make sure is ready for the exams.

uni student!akaashi who feels his ears burn red when you wait for him after class with a chocolate muffin and a tiny candle. “happy birthday,” you say, all sweet and beautiful. and before he can overthink it, he asks, “there’s a new exhibit in town. about dazai. do you want to come with me?” you answer yes—too quickly.

uni student!akaashi whose heart threatens to explode when he receives a text from you that night with a "happy birthday again!! see you tomorrow for our date :)" but at least his mind is at ease. wait—should be bring something? are you expecting flowers? maybe he’ll stop by the coffee shop and the flower shop. and the library… he doesn’t sleep that night.

i’m not ashamed to say i have been obsessed with uni student akaashi for weeks. so i had to write something.

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i hope all is well and you've recovered from your concussion 😭 looking forward to reading the update hehe

thank you!! i have recovered from my concussion yes but im currently recovering from a knee injury too LOL 😭😭 i tore my meniscus because i overworked it or sumn so im on crutches 🙏🙏