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haechannabelle · 1 year

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new years post featuring me getting sentimental and also shoutouts to my mutuals (and the girl reading this) 🎊🎉🎆

i started this blog back in august or september (time is fake, i don’t know anymore), and i feel so hashtag blessed to already have so many cool and fun mutuals to tag in a post, so i am making a post ! this is that post <3 so special shoutout to the following people:

@neonarcher @bangzchan @shuatm @pinkhaech @atinystraykid @seunieverse @kimsmingyu @kdongyoung @jsuh @ambivartence @felixyongboks @appiarian @8junhao @seuiqi @chxrry-chris @uwu-fullsun @sohnuts | even if we've never interacted i appreciate all of you so much that i decided to ring in my new years by writing this post !

ok quick 2022 highlights while i'm here (cue bgm seventeen - highlight, alt iz*one highlight. two bangers, either one will do):

2022 was actually the best mental health year i've had in like, over 10 years (we still got a loooooong way to go, but like. maybe i'm actually on the way up which is cool ??). i also ummm got into kpop in late july 2022 and my life has literally changed so much since (for the better, i feel). i saw nct-127 live in october and i cried the entire time, and i uhhhh got engaged (???!?!?!!) in november which is crazy (literally cannot believe another person wants to spend their life with me,, as a person who is generally very bad at receiving love that is SO wild to me but it is also literally forcing me to accept love and i am therefore getting better at doing that ! does that make sense ? i'm not fully with it rn, this is the latest i've stayed up in awhile lmao. anyways it's been a good year. i went to new york city and my fiancé and i spent entirely too much money on kpop stuff. we went to the beach also. and successfully held down the same job for a whole calendar year (never happened before). good year.

i want to do more art next year. i used to do art every day (literally for almost my whole life up until this past summer). i've had a massive creative block for months, i feel like i can only consume media and not create it and that has really sucked. but, i did make something recently !! something i will post very soon...spoiler it is a photo edit that i got a lil more creative with and i'm reeeally happy with it ! which is why i'm scared to post it LOL but i'm gonna do it. i'm gonna be brave !!

yeah, i think i will try and be brave in the new year. be brave and make art. vague enough to work.

also, i probably listened to 1,500+ different kpop songs in just the second half of 2022, that's crazy. can you imagine how much more kpop i can listen to if i apply myself this year ??? i am literally never bored anymore, thanks to kpop. and i have a lot of fun posting on this blog, so thank you to anyone reading this for being part of it ily happiest new year to you specifically <33

#shoutout (derogatory) to the guy in a facebook comment #that told me i need to use more paragraph breaks when i write #and shoutout (derogatory) to the other people in the thread agreeing with him #for making me so self conscious of my paragraph breaks all the time #like were they all right ? were my posts always a jumbled mess ? yeah okay you got me #but it still hurt my feelings #you've been listening to annabelle's unfiltered new year's introspection on 99.1 the sound #a real radio station in eastern north carolina that i used to listen to all the time growing up #ok now i'm going to go decide what the first song i listen to in the new year is #signing off

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izzyseemsfizzy · 11 months

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izzy intro ✨✨

alright hi bitches its me /lh

if ur new, hi! im izzy! im a bmc enthusiast and a proud member of the squip inc rp !!

BASIC INFORMATION

• she/they

• biromantic demisexual

• i do rp, art, writing, and animation.

MY FANDOMS

• be more chill/squip inc

• splatoon

• heathers

• six

SOME IMPORTANT INFORMATION

• i am a certified hydra hivemind and squangbanger (anony + foxxi + spirez + cowboy + oli + jo + will + izzy) member <3

• i get a little silly sometimes especially on vc/if i grow closer to u

• i am EXTREMELY sensitive. like. i will burst into tears if i think that you're mad at me /neg

• i constantly use tone indicators

• i am likely the biggest riverway (BMC) shipper ever

• i always spell things wrong, but it's kind of turned more into a comical thing rather than a problem :]

DO NOT SEND ME THE FOLLOWING:

• unsolicited nsfw or nudes (im a minor bitchass)

• graphic violence and gore (please put a TW, this stuff will literally make me pass out so NO !!)

• anyone else's personal information without consent (doxxing is a no-no <3)

SQUiP INC STUFF

first of all, what is squip inc?

• squip inc is a discord and tumblr rp that began with a simple anon ask on @anonyb0b's blog!! soon, everyone started creating their own squip ocs and now we have a full-fledged rp that we plan to turn into a web comic. in fact, we even have our own growing wiki!

my character

• in squip inc, i play a major character named unit 6339, or better known as mio, and a minor character named izzy (basically just myself but in the rp form) !!

• izzy's lore began as me joke-flirting with @a-superquantumunitintelprocessor and fighting a love war with my friend spirez. after i lost the love war, i felt anger and envy mixed with the curiosity of the side effects, and thus, i took a squip. that squip ended up being mio.

• mio is judgemental, rebellious, salty, and pretty gay ngl. however, her life is cut short when she is corrupted and killed by a virus. but let's be honest, the story would be pretty boring if it ended there. mio is brought back to life using an interesting method and returns with a... rebooted personality. if you want more details on mio and the other characters in squip inc, make sure to check out the wiki and dm me for any extra information !!

mio's blog -- @mio-chxrry

who all is involved in squip inc ?

• oh, tons of people. in the official discord server, we currently have 35 members, and that's just in the discord server! we have many more active members on tumblr. it's honestly such an amazing thing! and i am totally invested in anima's group's lore.

MY TAGS

art -- #izzy art

writing -- #izzy writes

rp lore -- #squip ocs, #jeffrey moments, #squip inc, #the squapocalypse, #squangbangers, #squolive garden, #mio moments, #anima, #cowboy's ranch, #the jeffrey lore, #squip rp

old miscellaneous tag -- #anyways

ooc -- #ooc jeffrey lore, #ooc squip rp

#izzy introduction

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ajaxstar · 2 years

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[ art: @/tuanzi43213480 (twt) ]

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ TAGLIST ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ .

꩜ Genshin Impact (all)

— @genshin-impact-writings @meimeimeirin @hanilessa @valen-nidk

꩜ Mr. Perfectly Fine Pt. 2 & 3

— @jameineliebe @amalthaeya @genshin-impact-writings @tsunotaro-san @r0ttenhearts @valen-nidk @ms-petunia-blue @1-clementine-1 @instantmillktea @ehddsnys @kiryoutann @coffeeoat @cherlynono @chxrry-ig @plersia @lizzhearthz @acheeseblock (if i missed anyone please lmk!)

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ HOW TO BE ADDED ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ .

꩜ just send an ask that shows your username or the username you’d like me to tag then indicate for what fic series, franchise name (genshin, bsd, etc.) or specific character(s).

— “please tag me in your childe fics.”

— “can i be tagged in hypmic fics?”

#꩜ — taglist #꩜ — navi #꩜ — thank you for reading!

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limitless-rose · 9 months

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tagged by @zoe8stay 🦋🖤

Rules - shuffle your 'on repeat' playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people.

➷ Go Hard - TWICE

➷ Sugar Rush Ride - TXT

➷ OnlyOneOf me - OnlyOneOf

➷ chrOme arts - OnlyOneOf

➷ Cherry Bomb - NCT 127

➷ Connected - Bang Chan

➷ Bouncy - ATEEZ

➷ ICKY - KARD

➷ Bite Me - ENHYPEN

➷ hot girl bummer - blackbear

Funnily enough, Go Hard, Sugar Rush Ride and Connected came up twice 😅

tagging: @luvtora @l3visbby @moyashiis @many-gay-magpies @herocean @stray-but-okay @astraystayyh @screechingforthem @chxrry-chris @kiinnnaa [and everyone else who wants to join in ofc]

#moot games 💫#looking for moots

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leo-k1 · 2 years

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FELIZ NAVIDAD HPTAS :D

Gente feliz navidad, los quiero mucho (insertar parla emotiva barata) como no se que mnda hacer con mi vida etiquetare gente que admiro mucho (con la gran mayoria no he tenido ninguna interaccion solo quiero mencionarlos porque me gustan sus blogs xd)

@sally-demon @datblackmoth @beckysso @chxrry-dream @winli-k @nigthmare-factory @lupinhuff @totty-o @tokachithewarrior2 @3lm4nz4-danzv @teoeldibujante @cafexito @cameliart @saki-blackneko @angelateixeirafnaf @alisonblackwhite-art @ezeblazeworld @anamakara @yesmapacheuwu @immelyna-14-tb @lazulita-chan623 @chipichopi @coneink @benjamin-red @april-vvv @miyikkevolution @summerayito @lucytsuki-of @dulceprincesa @prometeo1170

Con esto concluyo esta mnda se cuidan ire a inhalar vic.

#feliz navidad #merry christmas #tengo sueño xd #xd #tuki

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ohnoooo0 · 2 years

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Some ask??? :<

@kiriart-99 @ayuki-dream @youarepussy @randomsove-art @nigthmoonuwu @tequilitasong @anaguel-bianca-34x @chxrry-dream @fantasma027 @endlessly-night @overlay-abuser @alisonblackwhite-art @leith-lovess @guido-onnie @nageia-world @erixhope-owo @kandy-shadow

Algo pa rellenar<3

#corderito talks #friends <3 #ask time

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quetz-artl · 2 years

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*inhales*

FELIZ AÑO NUEVO A TODOOOOOOS >:D

Muchísimas gracias a todos los que me han aguantado y apoyado x'd

Especialmente @missing-cartoonist @yesmapacheuwu @bogarin-noth @morritotriste @tequilitasong @teoeldibujante @lucytsuki-of @lupinhuff @immelyna-14-tb @alisonblackwhite-art. @chxrry-dream @cafe-con-leches @tammypapitas @dacrio @kimlyartz y otros más que orita mi memoria de pez no recuerda :')

Weno, tú personita que ves esto, pásatela chido, come bien y toma awita uwu 💜

#añonuevo #:3 #<3 #feliz año nuevo #feliz año 2022 #lo iré editanto para añadir a los que me faltan x'd

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milks-writings · 4 years

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Omg I simp hard for Sakusa adfddsfhkj. Could you write about him doing a modeling photoshoot (b/c yk he would be getting sponsors) and he falls for the reader who does his make up because she is meticulously clean? 🥺🥺 this is almost a selfish request b/c I drew him as a model and now I kinda wanna read about it 🥰🥰🥰

✿.｡.:*☆.:*:.☆*.:｡.✿.｡.:*☆.:*:.☆*.:｡.✿.

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Kiyoomi Sakusa x Fem!Reader

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: swearing but I swear one day imma stop

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕒/𝕟: FINALLY SAKUSA RQS UGH I LOVE HIM SM

and,,, can I please,,,, see the art you did??? I am so curious about how you drew him🥺🥺��

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

☆*.:｡.✿ Scenario:

→ Two months

“Sakusa Kiyoomi” His eyelashes fluttered, and he blinked so often with those long beautiful lashes, he could almost start to fly with them. “Huh?” his mouth parted in confusion, staring at the female worker who pulled out cleaning wipes from her bag and started to clean her make up supplies. From the powder, over to the foundation, and even the eyeliner brush which she did not even touch once got cleaned by her. “I am done with your make-up” the female reminded him and flashed him a small smile, making his heart skip a beat, maybe two or even three. It was not her first day, neither was it her last one. She started to work just recently there, and Sakusa was already head over heels for her. Not only because she was damn clean and always washed everything after every use, but also because he just loved the way she stood calm around him and did not freak out after seeing her own work.

Sometimes he had to deal with crazy fangirls who would just scream at him, or his pictures. But Y/N always kept calm and quiet around him, not bothering him. She also never complained about having to use sanitizer or about wearing a mask around him. She wasn’t even bothered in the slightest, actually seemed to do that gladly. “How often do you wash those?” The first time the male spoke up to talk to her, which made both, her and him surprised. “Oh? After every use” Her voice clearly reflecting the nervousness which tensed up in her whole body. “How often do you use them?” Sakusa's voice seemed to almost suffocate her, it wrapped tightly around her throat and she could barely get any words out. “Uh, as often as I have to do someone's make-up?” to her, it almost felt like the wrong answers, even though there could be no wrong answers. It was just the truth.

“How often do you clean your supplies?” “You mean-” just as the female wanted to finish her sentence, the male just bricked between her words, which were already unsteady. “Yes. I mean the pallets, foundations, and so on.” The female, clearly confused and also kind of uncomfortable and nervous, looked around the room like she would find an answer this way. But sadly she didn’t. Sadly, she never did. “I guess uh, yeah. I Mean. Very often.” Between the small pauses, she did since she lacked oxygen and always had to inhale sharply, the female looked around the room to not have to look at him.

“I think I like you”

“eh?”

For a second, the heavy air lingered in the room, which symbolized the awkward silence between the male and the female. Then, the next second the male cleared his throat, snapping both, him and her back into reality. “Sorry-”

“It’s okay,” the answer shot out almost immediately after the male spoke like she didn’t want to hear any further explanations. “I understand” for both in the room it was clear that she did not understand. Not even one of his words.

“It just slipped out because-” “I have heard that very often, please don’t come up with excuses like ‘I like you because you look so beautiful’. That’s just whack” Y/N confessed, to which the black-haired only nodded lightly in agreement. She was right, it would have been weird then. But that was not the reason why those words just slipped over his lips. So easily, like they were out of ice and his mouth hot, they just slid over his lips like it was the easiest thing ever. Sakusa didn’t even know to this day that the was able to confess this easily.

“Give me two months.”

The sudden confidence in his voice made her eyebrows quirk up in a confused, yet somehow satisfied manner. “For what?”

“To make you fall in love with me.”

«𝐛𝐲 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞»

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝕃𝕠𝕪𝕒𝕝 𝕡𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕤: @yams046 @shouyouwrites @sugawsites @kara-grayson04 (send an ask to be tagged in the gen. Taglist! <3)

☆*.:｡.✿ 𝔹𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕥 𝕡𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕤:

@akaashichigo @drainedjaz @haikkeiji @annalyn-annalyn @mlkytobio @sosugasweet @cali-writes-sometimes @simping4ratsumu @shishinoya @ushiwakaa @from-left-to-write @akaashit-baeji @kxgeyamasmilk @agaassi @hanibuni @cupofkenma @kawanisshi @thiccbokuto @sufiawrites @wakaitoshi @skyguy-peach @fern-writes-ig @kawaiikraykray @bubbleteaa @miyuswriting @raevaioli @ouikarwa @hakueishirei @pineapplekween @estherwritess @keiji-n @achoohq @badlywritten-hq @mochibeaa @oinkanna @chxrry-wxne @spudicide @airybby @asranomical @karmasuna @nekoglasses

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drabblily · 4 years

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pairing: akaashi keiji x female reader

genre: angst, fluff for like...5 seconds, TLFY! au

warnings: mentions of cheating, reader is in denial, akaashi is an asshole

word count: 1148

synopsis: you hoped to repair your and akaashi’s marriage when he came to visit you, but things have seemed to go the exact opposite

author’s note: chapter three of ellie and i’s “the last five years” au collab ! i kinda like this chapter so,,, enjoy <3

i guess i can't believe you really came

you sat at the edge of a familiar pier next to your husband, akaashi keiji, smiling lightly at him, admiring all of his pretty features. he hadn’t been able to make time for you in a while lately, saying he’d been much too busy to come and visit you. you knew your marriage had hit a rough patch lately but you still wished he would try harder to see your shows and yourself like you had always made time for him. but at least he was here now, and for your birthday too, and that’s all what mattered.

you inhaled quietly before speaking up, “hey doesn’t this sweater make me look like daisy mae?” you nudged him slightly with your shoulder, showing off the piece of clothing you stole from some costume shop. akaashi’s quiet chuckle filled your ears, his eyes crinkling in amusement as he stared at you. the sound of him caused a small laugh of your own come out; hope fluttering in your chest.

see we’re laughing...i think we’re gonna be okay

you grabbed onto his slightly calloused hands, laughter slowly dying down and the mood becoming more serious, “i know...that we haven’t had the best of days lately. but i know we can fix that keiji, if we just try a little harder i know we can make our relationship as beautiful as it was five years ago,” you told him before a smile came back onto your face, “and hey! i mean, this is already a start. you came to visit me all the way over here so if we can do that, we can do anything, right?”

i think you’re really gonna like this show

you started talking to him about your upcoming musical that you’ve been preparing at the arts program, “we’ve been practicing a whole lot, you know? i think it’s going to be good, er--at least it won’t suck?” the blue-eyed male snorted, his laughter sounding like a beautiful melody to your ears, a grin to making its way onto your face. you gazed at your interlocked hands, looking at the golden rings on both of your fingers.

and you’re mine...we’re doing fine

akaashi signaled with his head to start getting up off the pier, standing up--with you following shortly after. side-by-side, you walked next to each other, the wood under your feet creaking with each step you took down it. “i know i’ve made a lot of mistakes in this, but you have too,” you started, clearing your throat before continuing, “but that just shows that despite all of what we’ve had to go through, i know we can end up stronger than before, together. i guess that’s why i’m so happy you’re here for this weekend, because we can start repairing us now.”

suddenly, akaashi stepped in front of you this time, turning around to face you and grabbing your other hand, “i’m so sorry, my love, but i won’t be able to stay this weekend...it’s this random house thing that i was invited to tomorrow and i can’t miss it, i wish i could but i’m afraid i can’t.” he brought your knuckles up to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss to them.

i didn’t know you had to go so soon

“o-oh...well! hey that’s alright! we didn’t need a weekend anyways...after all we still have all of tonight, right?” you asked with a gulp and furrowed eyebrows, feeling sick to your stomach, going in to hug him before he stopped you by your shoulders with an apologetic look.

“love...i’m afraid we won't have tonight either. see, i tried getting a plane ticket for tomorrow but the only available ones left was for tonight. of course, i can always come back on another day if you--”

you know what makes me crazy? im sorry, can i say this?

you pulled away from akaashi as if he had just scorched your skin, a sour expression sewed into your face, “are you serious right now, keiji? really? we could be spending our time together, but you’re going to leave the chance we had to fix everything because you want to go spend time with someone else?!”

“love, you know that’s not true--”

“no! it is! that’s exactly what you’re doing...of course it is!” you cried out, hands coming up in exasperation.

you could be here with me or be there with them...as usual guess which you pick

akaashi flared his nose in annoyance, trying to explain himself, suddenly raising his voice, “y/n i have to!”

you scoffed bitterly, spiraling into an argument with your husband, “no akaashi! you don’t have to, that’s the thing! because instead of staying with me, your wife, on my fucking birthday; you’re deciding to go to another stupid party with the same stuck-up jerks you already know! you don’t even come to see any of my shows, the shows i work so hard on to do!”

and i know in your soul it must drive you crazy that you won't get to play with your little girlfriends

“poor little akaashi keiji can’t go back to his girlfriends, is that it? is that why you’re leaving so early?? is there even a party to begin with, huh?!”

akaashi stepped towards you, arms reaching out to grab you and stop you, “y/n, youre being irrational! stop acting crazy!!”

pulling out of his grasp, you thrashed away from him--desperate to want to get away from him, “no--no i’m not! don’t you dare call me crazy after all you’ve put me through.”

he gaped at you, blue eyes opened wide, “what i’ve put you through?”

a sharp pained laugh escaped you, “everything is all about keiji this, keiji that! you make EVERYTHING about you and nothing but you because you think you’re some high classed snobby writer--oh im sorry, do you prefer the term marvelous writer? just like everyone else says?”

isn't he wonderful, just twenty-eight! the savior of writing…

“all i deal with is you!” you yelled, fat hot tears streaming down your cheeks, “i’m always here for you, always trying to push you to do your best, all those nights i stayed up because of you since i was here for you and now look at you, a hotshot writer! but you obviously can’t do the same for me, can you?”

i swear to god i'll never understand

he watched you break down, not saying anything but standing there and anxiously fiddling with his fingers. breaths coming out uneven and shaky, you spoke through your sobs, “h-how is it...that whenever i’m here crying...you just stand there, in all your glory and don’t say anything...not one word of comfort...not one word at all…why…?”

and see i’m crying...and not do anything at all

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lcnelyinthesky · 4 years

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pairing: akaashi x reader

genre: this is basically just filler whoopsies i am sorry

warnings: none

word count: 648

synposis: your boyfriend, akaashi, is an author, and he’s finally getting the success he deserves.

author’s note: chapter four of lily and i’s the last five years collab!! looking at this now and having written it months ago,, i’m not that proud of it :< but it pushes the story along. the rest of them are tip top i promise!!

Akaashi was a writer. After highschool, he started writing his novel Shakespeare Avenue much more quickly than he ever imagined he’d be able to. It was a murder-mystery type story about a group of seemingly very different people and how they all ended up in the same, hellish position--being gagged and tied and stuck, on the verge of the end of their lives. Chapter by chapter flew from his fingertips as the ideas flooded his brain. It was his master work, his magnum opus. It was his identity. He was proud of it.

Did I just hear an alarm start ringing? Did I see sirens go flying past?

Though I don't know what tomorrow’s bringing? I’ve got a singular impression things are moving too fast.

His days were spent hunched over his computer in a dimly lit room. Classical music playing and dancing about in the orange lighting. Sticky notes of possible plotlines and twists were plastered all over his spruce wood desk among sugar cookie scented candles and idea notebooks filled to the brim. No one could deny his dedication, and you noticed that instantly.

I’m gliding smooth as a figure skater. I'm riding hot as a rocket blast.

I just expected it ten years later. I’ve got a singular impression things are moving too fast.

When you first met Keiji, you were enthralled by all of who he was. A beautiful man with a kind heart who was humble and quiet. He wasn’t exactly closed off, but not an open book either. He was a mystery, and one you wanted to crack.

I'm never worried to walk the wire. I won't do anything just "half-assed."

But with the stakes getting somewhat higher. I've got a singular impression things are moving too fast.

Both being in your mid-twenties and struggling artists in your own right, your relationship worked well. Your acting career was steadily going along and so seemed his writing. It was the time for you to thrive together and off of each other. It was the time to succeed, but the world had a bit more in store for Akaashi Keiji.

I'm feeling panicked and rushed and hurried. I'm feeling outmaneuvered and outclassed.

But I'm so happy I can't get worried. About this singular impression things are moving too fast.

Within the same week he sent his manuscript into a publisher, it was accepted. One little motion changed his life forever as he walked into the office and spoke to the woman who changed his world more than you did. On his way home, he called you asking to move in. everything happened in a matter of seconds and it all happened so perfectly. It was your time.

And you say, "Oh, no, step on the brakes, do whatever it takes, but stop this train! Slow, slow! The light's turning red!"

But I say: No! No! Whatever I do, I barrel on through, and I don't complain. No matter what I try, I'm flyin' full speed ahead!

You’d never be able to tell from his personality, but Akaashi was a spark. He had a magical way of grabbing the attention of everyone around him. He could take the conversation with one single glance. The world was in his hands, and he controlled it perfectly.

And I think, "Well, well, what else is in store? Got all this and more before twenty-four!"

It's hard not to be sure I'm spinning out of control!

But, this success took over his world. He became more and more distant and away and scarce. However, you couldn’t help being proud of him. He dedicated himself to something and followed through. He deserved everything he got, and you knew how important success is in art, but why did it hurt so bad for him to leave you in the dust? Why did it all feel like it was moving too fast?

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airybby · 4 years

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Love in the Air

Part 3

a/n: I really really really loved writing this part. could not stop smiling as i did. and as much as i love good angst, writing wedding fluff is sosososo fun omg

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“Are you sure we have everything?” Hana had asked you that for the seventeenth time since waking up this morning at the hotel. Six times since arriving at the wedding venue.

“yes, I’m sure, Hana. Just worry about getting yourself ready and relaxing in here for a bit with the rest of the bridesmaids. AH-” you stopped her before she could interject and ask you something else. “I already texted Akaashi. The men are all good over there and they know to get in touch with me if they need anything. Now please, just breathe, relax, sip some water, and let the makeup artist finish your make-up.”

“Thank you, y/n,” she sighed, a relieved smile making its appearance. “I know I’m being kind of annoying and a pain today.”

“Nonsense. You’re an annoying pain every day. Today is no different,” you shrugged and gave her a wink as you turned back to the mirror to finish your own makeup ignoring little glare she gave you.

“Do you think it will rain? I hope it doesn’t rain on us.” you shot her another look as she said that.

“You could answer that better than me. You’ve checked the weather probably a million times in the last week.”

She laughed.

The bride’s room was busy and always moving. Family coming in and out to greet Hana, give her hugs, wish her well for the future. Surprisingly, her makeup only had to be fixed once, after her mother and future mother-in-law came in to talk to her. It was happy and full of laughter and smiles.

Hana’s grin never left her face, and only seemed to grow as time crept close and closer. Her giddiness was contagious and palpable, and when you turned around to look at her while everyone was lining up you could see it in the air around her. You felt her sigh against your shoulder as you wrapped her in a tight hug.

“The last hug I get to give you as an unmarried woman,” she whispered. You could hear the smile and joy in her voice.

“You ready?”

“Definitely.”

“Good,” you stepped back giving her hands a squeeze as her father came and stood beside her.

You turned at made your way back to your place next to Akaashi, taking a moment to pause and look at him. Suits suited him. They suited him very well.

He looked down and met your gaze. “You know, in most of the movies I’ve seen with weddings in them, the bridesmaids will complain about the dress the bride picked and there’s some dramatic falling out amongst them because of it. But if what I’ve seen and heard so far, Hana has good tastes.”

You shot him a questioning look. “What exactly is that supposed to mean?”

“You look really nice.”

You felt the blush creep up your neck and take over your cheeks, your makeup definitely not doing a good job of hiding it. You quickly turned your head back towards the doors.

“Thanks,” you whispered, biting your lip to hold back your smile. “The suit doesn’t look too bad on you either.”

He let out a soft chuckle, and you decided that you really liked that sound.

You heard the music start on the other side of the doors. They opened and you looked back at Hana, her face beaming and bright. You grabbed Akaashi’s arm and began to walk forward.

The ceremony, while long, was beautiful. Hana looked beautiful, and you saw the tears starting to form in her eyes as she reached the podium and grabbed Bokuto’s hand. He had a smile to match hers and your heart swelled at seeing how much the two of them cared for each other. You felt your own tears begin to form as you listened to their promises to the other. You’d never been happier for Hana than you were at this moment.

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The reception that followed was just as full of tears and smiles as the ceremony. The pre-dinner speeches and toasts by some of the groom’s men pulling out many laughs from the people in the room. The speech that was given by Hana’s father goading out more tears from her.

You leaned towards Akaashi who was seated next to you. “Weren’t you supposed to give one of the toasts, as the best man?”

He glanced back at Kuroo as Kuroo was sharing another story he’d had with Bokuto, something they had done together fresh out of high school. “I was, but Kuroo was really insistent about giving one so I figured I’d just let him have the honors.”

“Oh? How thoughtful of you all.”

“Not really, he just gets really annoying about some things and it would be exhausting arguing with him on it.”

“You’ve really mastered the art of handling them, haven’t you.”

“Didn’t have a choice. If I didn’t I would’ve probably died or lost my sanity.” He smiled a nostalgic look in his eyes. “Instead I only question it a little whenever I’m around them.”

People started to filter towards the dance floor as dinner and all of the, as Hana put it, “formal traditions that are mostly for show” finish up. You stand amongst the crowd next to Akaashi, watching Hana and Bokuto share their first dance. She’d had plenty of rehearsal and practice, but still tripping over her dress and she’d laugh with Bokuto. Slowly other couples joining, a couple of the children bouncing around near the DJ.

You see Akaashi turn towards you and reach out his hand, his eyebrow raised in a silent question. You smiled as you took his hand and he led you towards the dance floor. The song is soft and warm, and you can’t tear your mind away from how close the two of you were standing. Trying to memorize the weight of his hand in yours, the heat coming from his hand on your waist, and the warmth radiating from his body that was inches from yours as you softly swayed and spun around the dance floor.

“For someone who supposedly doesn’t play sports, that was quite a way to catch the bouquet earlier.” He said with a cheeky grin.

“Let’s not talk about that, please.” you pouted and you felt him chuckle as you turned your face away in embarrassment.

“Most people try to catch it, you know? Not smack it away from them.”

“Will you please stop teasing me about it?” you whined.

“No, absolutely not,” he said as he continued to laugh.

You sighed and looked out at the rest of the dance floor. More people had joined in, more of the kids forming circles and dancing around on the tiles. You saw Hana’s grandparents enjoying a small moment together in their own corner. You saw your ex that you actively avoid, which surprised you. He must’ve been someones plus one to the reception. What surprised you the most was that him being there didn’t bother you like it normally would, and you weren’t sure why.

“Are you alright?” Akaashi asked, noticing the slight change in your face.

You looked back up at him, seeing the slight scrunch from concern on his eyebrows. You smile up at him.

“Yeah, I’m alright,” you said softly. You honestly were, because more than anything else around you, the feeling of being held this close to Akaashi was the biggest thing on your mind. The feeling of being in his arms and feeling the gentle warmth that radiated off of him as you both slowly swayed to the music was nice.

And you added it to the endlessly growing list you had of things you liked about him.

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sosugasweet · 4 years

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✿ Sugawara Koushi/f!Reader

✿ soulmate!au; reincarnation; angst; fluff; wc 438

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The room is full of people, but all you can think about is how it doesn’t smell like turpentine and sunlight. You’ve been invited to show some of your artwork along with the other new artists in your guild, and while you don’t mind explaining your work, you get overly nervous watching people react to it. Receiving feedback in person still isn’t your greatest suit, but you’re trying to work on it.

Fortunately you manage to find a patron that day, a beautifully dressed lady who admits she loves your depictions of nature. The dark green foliage and fruit trees remind her of a secret garden, she tells you. Before she leaves, the lady commissions a series of works, and you immediately set about starting on your next piece.

A female patron at the art showing across the street does not feel nearly as lucky, and leaves with a frustrated expression. She commissioned a piece from an artist in the gallery, but she is still looking for something more, a nagging feeling in her chest. So she continues to go to showing after showing, hoping to find someone who will paint the world the way she dreams it.

One day several years later it rains relentlessly, a storm that paints all her windows into a blurry canvas of blues and grays, and she wonders why her heart aches so much when she gazes out at the clouds that seem to weep as if in mourning. She turns to her comforts of warm tea and a book, but her chest continues to ache throughout the night. Her fingers linger on her mark, still as dark as it was the day she was born.

Many years later, she comes across a particular set of paintings in the home of a relative of a friend. The blue-white roll of the ocean tide and the richness of the lemon-green leaves and the berries spilled across the grass pull her in, and she cannot hold herself back from inquiring into the artist. She learns that you passed away two years ago, and this set of paintings was the work you seemed the most emotionally attached to.

Looking more closely, she notices the figure of a young boy half-hidden among the trees, his dark brown hair almost blending in with his surroundings. When she asks about it, the owner shrugs and notes that you never gave a full explanation of your inspiration for the paintings except that it all came to you in “half-awake dreams.” The only other clue is the title of these works, engraved in a copper plate above the frames: dietrologia.

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wickedgamesoyaoya · 4 years

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Amnesia - Hearts - Aug 5

Warm rays of sunlight poured through the unmasked glass separating the living room from the balcony. Intuitively, your hand was sent to shield your features, an attempt to preserve your drowsy state. It is said that the first few seconds of each morning are sacred due to fact reality has not registered in the brain. For only a mere three seconds one could experience pure bliss. Three seconds were not even remotely enough to arm you with the courage to begin your day.

Last night, after the shock had warn off, you had spent several hours reading old entries in your diary. The decorated notebook remained open on your stomach, a reminder that unfortunately the information disclosed was not a hallucination nor a dream. The only positive was that you were able to piece together some information about your identity and past. While your memory had deserted you, a good old-fashioned diary had swept in to save the day.

Curling your right hand into a fist, you gently rubbed your index finger against your swollen eyelids. How long had you slept? It certainly did not feel very long. Your y/e/c irises were forced open to scan the glass coffee-table for the one device that could answer your question. It was six, damn am.

It was strange how you had to mimic the texting patterns of your past self – it was as if you had body swapped with a stranger and were now attempting to hide the truth. Technically if the unknown person on your cell was correct you had body swapped with an alternate version of yourself. But you were hoping the whole ordeal was fabricated. That was why you had invited Kuroo over, based on your past exchanges and the fact you were supposedly in love with him, he was perhaps the best person to aid you in determining the truth.

“Here goes nothing.” The declaration parted your bare lips, and signalled the beginning of your first quest.

***

Kuroo arrived thirty minutes later, grocery bags dangling from his wrists as he waited for permission to enter. What was he a damn vampire? Just kidding. At least you hoped. Murderers, alternate universes, would a vampire really be out of the question?

“I’ll make your favourite, sound good?” In a matter of seconds, the black-haired male was behind the kitchen counter, reaching for cooking utensils with ease. It was a clear indication that he had completed a similar task before, and as you suspected – you two were close.

“Okay. Let me know if you need any help.” Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, your gaze was cast aside, as you skimmed through the limited knowledge you had retained last night for some idea of what your favourite food was.

“Go rest, I’ve got this. Or do you not trust Omi’s protégé?” The slightest hint of a smirk had tugged at the ends of his lips, prompting your heart to complete an involuntary skip. Should he really be smiling like that?

Thankfully you knew what he was referencing – Sakusa Kiyoomi, another worker at Jack Rose, a friend most likely. He was the one who caught you when you had ‘fainted’, according to your Twitter-feed. Currently studying culinary arts, Sakusa was the germaphobe version of Chef Ramsay. Was it likely that he was the one hunting you? Most likely no. Although, he would be the most skilled with a knife…

“I trust you. Do you mind if I watch?” The hesitancy laced in your voice had earned you a puzzled glance. Pausing in the middle of slicing the fresh vegetables that decorated the marble counter-top, Kuroo’s golden irises searched yours for something he would not find – recognition.

“Is this about that tweet of yours? What feelings are you hiding?” The questions were tactful, they could also qualify as a trap.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” A cryptic response to a question with no clear answer – fair play.

“Are you in love with Atsumu?” Kuroo did not bat an eyelid, nor did his voice quiver. It was steady and each syllable had an energy that resembled a physical attack. “Is that why you are acting so weird? Are you afraid of how I’d take it?”

Instantly your fingers were pressing against the bridge of your nose, you had initially thought he found out about your – well your past self’s – feelings. But nope, the boy was seriously on the wrong wavelength.

“Oh god. No. I’m not in love with him.” Groaning, a hand was brought to mask your features. Strange how his presence shifted something within you – the more you were around him, the more you felt like…you. Although this conversation was less than ideal, it was incredibly normal.

Denial of his accusation should have provided him relief, and yet the absence of satisfaction mocked him. Laying the knife onto the counter, he leaned forward, exhaling a breath through his nose.

“So then why do you look at me like I’m a stranger?” Without being an empath, one could easily spot the pain clouding him. He was unfortunately an innocent causality to the game you were forced to participate in. Knowing that the fault was not yours did not ease the guilt consuming you. Could you tell him…? Disobey the warnings that were bestowed upon you?

Before your mind could reach a deliberation, your hand had already fetched the device that could answer the question that remained unanswered. Kuroo’s gaze followed your movements, before exiting the kitchen he ran his hands under a stream of water, then plucked the phone that was held loosely in your grasp.

“Is someone bothering you? I won’t check unless you want me to, but I need to know what’s going on with you.”

You could trust him – at least that was what you chanted inside of your head as a weak nod was provided. Maybe this ‘unknown’ person was a prankster, albeit it still would not explain the loss of memories, but it would be nice to know there wasn’t someone out for your blood.

The manner his eyebrows twitched demonstrated his own distress upon reading the messages. Upon reading the first message the one that disclosed your current mental state, his attention shot up to you, seeking affirmation that his eyes did not deceive him. The silence that awaited him had confirmed his fears. Then came the rage –

“This person messaged you yesterday. Looking at the timestamp it was around the time you woke up…” Wheels were turning in the brilliant mind of his, a solution to the “problem” was brewing. “Y/n, we need to get you to the hospital. Your memory loss isn’t connected to this… sick joke.”

Each inch of your heart wished you could believe him, but could you really take the chance? Dying was not an option.

“What if you’re wrong?” A sob had formed in the back of your throat, causing the words to become muffled.

“Hey hey. We’ll figure this out,” Soon your cheeks were bathing in the comfort of his palms, a gesture that elevated the slightest bit of tension from your chest. The confidence in his voice was compelling you to place your trust into him. “I have a friend who can trace this person’s IP address, I’m going to send it to him and then Atsumu and I will go check it out. Once we show you that this is just some prick living in his mom’s basement, we go to the hospital. Okay?”

Was there really any other option than to obey?

“Okay.”

As his arms encompassed around your middle, enveloping you into the safety of his embrace, for a single moment, you believed him.

* * *

Kuroo’s contact had delivered an addressed after sunset. Despite your suggestion to wait until tomorrow, your childhood best friend was adamant on addressing this situation tonight. Atsumu did not help. Upon hearing the contents of the message, the blonde male was in panic mode. The possibility of losing you was far too much to bear. Truthfully, his persistence to go tonight arose from his desire to avoid what really terrified him – your memory loss.

A single kiss was pressed to the crown of your head before the pair had left you in what they considered a ‘safe-zone’. No one would attack you in your own home… Right?

Anxiety surged throughout your bloodstream, prompting your fingers to curl towards your palm. The sound of rhythmic clicking drew your attention to the balcony glass. Pebbles collided with the thin barrier followed by a larger piece, resulting in a thin crack to spread. Scrambling to your feet, adrenaline had triggered your autopilot to take reign. Retreating to the kitchen, you seized the largest knife in your collection then crouched under the counter. The murderer was already outside, leaving now would only expose you further.

As the sound of clicking ceased, your heartrate increased to new levels. How long would it be until the banging would be redirected to the front door?

Seconds. It was seconds.

But the knocking was accompanied by a familiar voice.

“Y/N? Open up!”

“Bro just use your spare key; I know you have one.”

Liquid spilled gracefully down your cheeks as the two figures burst through the front door – you were saved, at least for now. Soon you were no longer on the kitchen floor, and the knife was removed from your grasp. The one carrying you to the couch whispered assurances to sooth you, not that it helped.

It was real. Everything you were told – it was all true.

Amnesia - Hearts ~ Aug 5

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A/N: I really liked how this turned out. >.<

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