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important announcement

hello everyone! i know I haven't posted anything here for months and has only uploaded works for my main blog, but i have decided to move blogs and leave this one.

interactions has never done well (my guess is bc this is just a salvaged account from years ago that i turned into a writing blog). i desperately needed a fresh new start and im hoping this new change will help me.

thank you so much to those who's loved my works and sent asks about my fics before (they weren't many, but they meant a lot to me), you guys have no idea how much i held onto those simple messages whenever i felt down about my writings, it really meant a lot to me.

i will not be posting my new @, since I haven't decided if i want to continue writing fluff or not. so, this will be my last post in this blog.

thank you so much for your support, i love you all💜

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“It really is quite amazing. You never know when to stop.”

Nanami & Tomoe S1E12

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asheiji sketches by akemi hayashi ♡

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twilight

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season 5’s opening said shinsou supremacy 🛐

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Can I have a continuation of this but the reader finally breaks up with the boys on her own accord and after a while they begin to feel miserable without Reader. Reader's happy tho with out them. Angst ending for the l boys, good for reader. :D

➵ contains. sakusa, kenma, kuroo, akaashi, oikawa, iwaizumi

➵ warnings. angst, breakups, toxic relationships, pregnancy mention

➵ a/n. unedited!!! these are not great :o so um i hope u like it

— SAKUSA KIYOOMI

➻ when he shuns you completely, that’s the last straw. how can you be around someone who makes it clear he doesn’t even want to breathe the same air as you let alone live with you.

it only hits kiyoomi when the scent from your pillow fades, the hair products in the shower, your clothes and toiletries all disappear. that’s when he realises how badly he fucked up. he spends most nights awake, wallowing in self pity as he clothes your pillow to his chest. you were the only one who knew how to comfort him, how to deal with him and make him feel at home. home. you were his home. now he feels as if he belongs no where.

— KOZUME KENMA

➻ kenma takes a whole week to figure out you’re gone. there’s no meals prepared for him on the counter when he gets up fuck knows when and you haven’t moved to take him into your arms while he concentrates on a game in too long. “no...” he’s frantic, tearing apart your home in search of just a hint of you. just something. but he’s left alone. with a ghost that follows him around, the shadow like visage of you. you haunt him. his own thoughts and guilt haunt him.

he sees a post months later when up late, a picture. you hadn’t uploaded since the breakup. but now, you sit on a mans lap with a beautiful smile stretched on your face. tagged in the picture is no other than an old acquaintance, akaashi keiji.

— KUROO TETSURŌ

➻ tetsurō was stunned when you flat out denied his proposal, shattered. “how am i meant to marry a man i don’t even know?” you had told him.

“what the fuck do you mean?” he had been furious, embarrassed and so hurt.

“i don’t know you, tetsu— i feel like i only know one side of you, you’re so different around every one else!” it was the same day you left. overtime, you sent a few friends to pick up your stuff because how could you face him? certainly not after saying no to his proposal.

he just didn’t except to find a wedding card posted through his door a couple years down the line. especially not one that came from you and an old school friend.

— AKAASHI KEIJI

➻ you knew akaashi never really loved you. you were just waiting for the day he broke up with you. so why on earth was he dragging it out so long?

“i-i felt bad,” keiji trief to explain, “i didn’t want to break your heart.”

“get your head out of your ass, i’m not a fucking charity case, keiji.” you spat, feeling sick at the sight of the man you once deemed an angel. “i don’t need you to string me along because you think i’ll be heartbroken without you. just leave.”

— OIKAWA TŌRU

➻ “don’t touch me,” the venom which seeps into your tone alarms him and tōru is quick to take his hand off of your arm. “fucking cheater, get out of my fucking house.”

“what do you mean?” he laughs nervously, tugging at his collar, “y/n-chan, you’re joking right? angel?”

he’s been caught this time. “you’ve never looked at me like that once, if you don’t love me why can’t you just fuck off, tōru?”

it’s funny really, after you left, he couldn’t even look at another person romantically. no dates, no sex, no love. just loneliness. even his friends distanced themselves after learning what he did.

— IWAIZUMI HAJIME

➻ regret courses through his body when he sees the little letter you left. he doesn’t even need to open it, considering the fact that most your stuff is gone.

hajime’s outburst had scared you off. you were scared of him. or was it the fact he didn’t trust you or his friends? he was so insecure in himself he didn’t trust oikawa, his childhood friend and he couldn’t trust you, his partner of years.

“hi, haji,” you greet one day with a small smile, you’re at his front door. at the house you once stayed in. “tōru told me you’d still be here and i just wanted to give you this.” in his hands you drop a... baby shower invite? “i hope you can come, i wanted to see you again.” how cruel, is all hajime thinks when you walk away.

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𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸.

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osamu outside his work clothes

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I launched a small business!

Hi guys! After many hours of hard work and avoiding my credit card balance, I finally set up an etsy store for my handbound journals. The covers are crafted from antique postcards that date back to the early 1900s. 

It would mean the world to me if you could check out my store, reblog this post, or offer any amount of support. Thank you so much <3 

https://www.etsy.com/shop/goldenretweaver/

https://twitter.com/goldenretweaver

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Shigaraki Tomura in Boku no Hero Academia Chapter #306

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Schweiden Adlers, Then vs. Now

Grandpa’s boy, JAPAN!!, and 55554.

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clothes; sakusa kiyoomi

sakusa loves to wake up to you wearing his shirt early in the morning while he has his chest and face pressed against the mattress. he loved to watch you sitting on the bed next to him, bathing in daylight as you scrolled through the calendar app in your phone to check what's today's agenda. it's as if he never really woke up from his dreams.

he's seen you in his jersey. “omi, how do i look?” you twirled around in front of him just before a game. there was nothing revealing about your outfit, your pleated skirt reached a little bit below your knees, but he felt like he could pull down his mask and kiss you right there. you took his hand and kissed him the inside of his wrist instead. “good luck. don't win for the country, win for me.”

“treason,” he mumbles as he hugs you before you slip out of his grasp, laughing.

he's seen you in comfortable wear. everytime he comes home, he could almost predict what you were doing just before he entered the room. you sat on the couch with your legs folded, no feet dangling above the carpet, and there was your favorite show playing on the television. your hands were busy, it was either from folding today's laundry or from typing on your phone to chat to your friends. “welcome home, babe.” your neck would crane up to receive his kiss. “get changed so we can start with dinner already.”

his hand slides down over your back as he kisses you more, touching you felt like comfort. “what's for dinner?” he asks you after you pull away. his hand stays over your back. you wag a finger at him, grinning, “secret. guess what i put in it, later, okay?”

he's seen you in formal wear. the room is spacious and the chandelier above was almost glinting like gemstones. your back was leaning against his side as the both of you stood by the entrance, waiting for someone to take your coats. he knows you're nervous, you tell him so. “i'm so nervous, omi. do i... do i look okay?” you fuss then point at this lady who had just entered. “oh god, am i underdressed, look at her, i think she's wearing something really expensive. oh. oh, i think she's hot. i might just leave you for her, omi.”

his hand slips to yours, and he holds you gently. he draws small shapes on the back of your hand, small bubbles to calm you down. “don't leave me, i'll be heartbroken.”

“on a second thought,” sakusa feels the trembling of your hand stop, the worry lines on your face are replaced by the creases of a smile. “she might be such an expensive date. today's your lucky day, omi, we'll still be stuck together as usual.”

and he's seen you in your favorite clothes. “were you waiting long?” you awkwardy tug at his sweater, trying to hide the big excited smile that would burst on your lips. he couldn't make fun of you, then. sakusa was hiding his own excited smile, too. this is it, he had thought to himself. first date.

“no,” a lie. he was there thirty minutes before. “you ready?” he asks you, partly asking himself also.

you nodded, trying to quiet down all your first date fusses, “yeah.” his hand replaces the hem of his sweater and takes your hands in his instead.

and now he's watching you in his shirt, you looked snug in it even if it was a little bit too big for you. sakusa finally stirs and lies down on his back so you could see he was awake already then he mumbles a, “good morning.”

“good morning, omi.” you look away from your phone to face him, gently placing it down on top of your blanket. “how was your sleep? had a good dream?”

“yeah.” sakusa loved the smile you wore along with his shirt. “yeah, i had a good one.”

“wanna tell me about it?”

“it's a secret.” he reaches for you, placing a hand behind your neck and you allow him, leaning down close to him. he tries to reach for your forehead but his kiss falls to the side of your neck. it makes you smile, then giggle until he follows you, laughing over how silly it was.

“i'll... ” you say, between laughs. “i'll let you kiss me more everywhere after you brush your teeth and have breakfast with me.”

“not a bad deal. what's for breakfast?”

you stand up on the bed while looking down on his figure. “get up and you'll know.”

sakusa loves to watch you in his shirt, especially since it meant mornings like these.

it makes him yearn for forevers.

wanted to write something where they say they're in love without actually saying it.

— marilags, do not modify or repost!

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“KISS ME SLOWLY” — suna rintarou ;

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘: female reader. fluff—established relationship. angst if you squint. comfort. mention of drug use. like, one swear word.

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 2k

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: suna rintarō is so much more than his bored eyes, the blunt between his lips, and his tendency to slack off and you’re one of the very few people who know this.

♡: repost (: this was written way before it was announced that suna was a part of the japan olympic players so.

It’s you who find out first that there is truly so much more to Suna Rintarō than his expressionless exterior, sleepy eyes, and bored gaze towards even the most ridiculous situations. It’s when his self assured stance dwindled as he walked towards you once upon a time, introducing himself first before asking you for your number.

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