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bestie where are you? are you okay?? <333
hi! i’m okay, i’ve just been super busy and tired 💏💏 thank you for checking up on me cutie
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you are still growing
#DARIA#NO#sobbing this scene always gets me#when tooru trips over the tablecloth :((((#thank you my heart is shattered </3#i love it though#tooru wears his knee support on the same knee as me omg soulmates 🤧
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thank you for tagging me miss daria <33
tagging: @kyovtani n @namikawa mwah!
idk man im real bored rn and i found this cute picrew
link: https://picrew.me/image_maker/207297
tagging: @kujuo @kazucafe @astrxealis @telemi @heizours @hueningoo @xiao-needs-therapy and anyone else who wants to join ☹️
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MUAH!
mwah!
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coming back after days to say i love @wakatshi
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sleep deprived 🦉
#sobbing this is so cute#look at him in his matching pyjama set#and his glasses#the prettiest boy ever#daria ur out to kill me
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new sakusa headcanon!!! kiyoomi, for the longest time, cannot,, for the life of him,, figure out why you love kissing the corner of his lips so much. at first he thinks you're just teasing instead of actually giving him a proper kiss, but with the amount of times he's grumbled and complained about it every time you do so, he figures you'd get the hint by now, but you always just giggle and give him a teasing grin. until one day he's getting his makeup done for an official msby photoshoot and the makeup artist asks him to see if he's happy with his make up. he leans in closer to the mirror and it catches his eye: the faint beauty mark just below the corner of his lips — right at the spot where you give him the most kisses. he knows he has it, of course, but he's somehow never put two and two together until today, and suddenly his face feels warm and his heart flusters, his brain goes blank and he can't believe he's never figured this out before but most importantly, he can't believe you're having this effect on him. he loves it. he can't wait to get home and shower you with kisses.
he's only snapped out of his trance when the makeup artist wonders aloud if they've applied too much blush on his cheeks.
#this is so cute omg#it kinda goes with the idea of your beauty marks being where your lover kissed you in your past life#also corner of the mouth kisses are cute <3#rec
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𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄....
@babytoji thank you for tagging me. tagging whoever wants to do this really, i’m too shy to actually tag anyone...
favourite colours — my favourites are pink, red and white! soft colours in general really.
currently reading — the flatshare by beth o’leary and the leavers by lisa ko.
last song — let you break my heart again by laufey & the philharmonia orchestra
last series — honestly don’t watch many but i did rematch ‘when the camellia blooms’ recently.
last movie — i honestly can’t remember....maybe ‘spirited away’??? i get bored during movies so a lot of the time (and i know this is a god awful habit) i look up the plot on wiki and then just go on my phone for the rest of it. my friends hate it.
sweet/spicy/savoury — probably sweet rn but i do love spice a lot! savoury foods as well, so i guess i just like everything. but salt is a no for me, it makes me so thirsty
currently working on — way, way too many wips. like way too many. someone tell me to finish them please. no but really, the one i’m working on a lot rn is a character observation of bokuto!
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@babytoji
you know who loves bimbo’s? iwaizumi. he loves how much your rely on him, pretty doe eyes always looking up at him for the answers to the simplest of questions. you never have to think when he’s around, why would you? all you have to do is look pretty and iwa will do everything for you. you don’t have to lift a finger. that new perfume you want? done. that new skirt you saw that you won’t shut up about? done and done. he never lets you go without and as a simple man he only asks for one thing on return, you. it’s almost like a routine now, every time you’re about to ask him for something you get on your knees ready, pulling his cock out from his jeans before you can finish your sentence :( and when he looks down at you, glossy eyes looking back at him as you try so hard to take all of him, how could he possibly say no to you? :(
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oikawa ‘i wear glasses for the aesthetic’ tooru taking off his lenseless glasses to ‘clean’ them with his shirt as a joke that almost always gets him a punch in the side by a very tired and annoyed iwaizumi hajime
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shut up that’s so romantic, tell me more 💏
guys a have an announcement. i’m proposing to @keijislvr …….
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i also have an announcement, i’m accepting....<3
guys a have an announcement. i’m proposing to @keijislvr …….
#im ur wife now u cant give me back#will think of a pretty ship name when my head is less SCRAMBLED FROM YOU KNOW WHAT#kio <3#mutuals <3
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hi pretty girl how are u? and 🧸 for the mb thingy <3
🧸🧸🧸🧸
#this is so pretty#wtf ur pinterest might just be superior#and by that i mean it is#it most definitely is#daria <3#mutuals <3
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that one kdrama scene where the guy takes off his glasses to kiss her even deeper but with keiji akaashi
#ZADE#ZADE LITERALLY WTF#SHUT UP FUCK YOU I LOVE YOU#i feel targeted NOT YOU RBING IT PLEASE#i have glasses too would i have to takr them off#FORGET THAY#i am absolutely utterly and disgustingly in love with this concept how dare you#just wait.#messy haired keiji means so much to me#okay my mind is in shambles#rec#zade <3
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to be loved by a god | kita shinsuke x reader
cw: mentions of death, murder, violence though not in detail. mentions of blood, grief. angst. god!kita and grim reaper!reader.
an: i am honestly so sorry to kita, i literally cannot give this man happiness for the life of me. everytime i write for him, it's angst and he deserves more.
“shinsuke.”
the god remains quiet as you approach. his gaze doesn’t shift from the bloodied field before him, drying grass stained scarlet, angry and red under the light of the setting sun. somewhere further along, just in your eyesight is a house – the one in which the twins lay peacefully, surrounded by the flowers kita had picked out carefully for them. he has already laid them to rest.
“you cannot save everyone.”
you tell the god softly, sitting down beside him, glancing at the empty piece of sky he stares at. even if you didn’t understand it fully, it was still there, that voice inside of you, that one part of you that knew what it really felt like to have someone close to you die; to live with that fact and never be able to move on. perhaps you haven’t become as desensitised as initially thought since you took on your role as a grim reaper. shinsuke says nothing.
“you can hardly blame yourself now. this was a savage act from the enemies of their land. you could not have stopped them.”
the god smiles bitterly. you can see where he sucks at his teeth, the small dimples in his skin appearing across his jaw. his eyes flicker up and catch yours, piercing and sharp. he shakes his head, a small gesture, almost imperceptible.
“i am a god. i could have done more.”
you sigh, leaning your head on his shoulder. he shivers at the contact, but allows it nonetheless. “you could not go on delaying their deaths forever, shin. you know well they were never meant to live this long in the first place.”
there is a silence, sad and heavy, between the two of you. the wind picks up, rustling through your hair. the god’s hand lies limply against the ground, his fingers splayed over the earth. it’s the closest you’ve been to him for a long time now, the days where you would lounge together in bed long gone. if you close your eyes and clear your mind for long enough, you can still feel the soft, ghostly feeling of him pressing kisses along your spine, his fingers curling around your hips.
“have i done them a disservice by delaying their deaths then, (name)? did i do wrong by them? perhaps...if i had left them to their fate, would they have been killed so brutally?” shinsuke looks to you with desperate and wild eyes, a frenzy taking ahold that you hadn’t often seen on the god. his care for the younger boys was, and still is immeasurable, but you wonder how long it will take for him to burn under the heat of his own love for them. especially now that they had passed on.
you take his face in your hands, palms against his soft skin as you bump your noses together. “you did what you felt was right in your own heart. you loved them their entire lives. who knows what the fates may have had in store if you chose one path or another. it doesn’t really matter, if this is the end result now.”
“what you mean to say is, they would die either way.”
“what i mean to say is, you have given them a good life.”
his eyes flutter closed. you kiss his forehead again and sigh. “they will always be your boys. i know you are worried about the next world, but you mustn’t burden yourself with all the guilt you carry within you. they’ll be okay.”
kita looks at you then, a pained expression twisting his features. a tear falls down his cheek, a few more follow soon after. he wipes it away with the back of his hand and turns his head towards the all too familiar home in which the twins have been laid to rest. the house does not move, neither does the bloodstain in the centre of the fields.
“must you take them?”
“i must.”
a searing pain stirs in your chest but you ignore it in favour of interwining your fingers with his. looking at kita shinsuke – the god of produce and crops, protector of inarazaki – you see a tired man, with hair like a halo spun of silver. his eyes are reddened with a sadness that cannot be weighed, and his usually perfect posture collapses with every breath he takes. generally, gods cannot be killed. but a god without a purpose is as good as dead.
you cannot bring yourself to tell shinsuke, a lover you have never quite gotten over, that you were told to lead back three souls from inarizaki today. you cannot bring yourself to tell him, among his grief, that he no longer serves a purpose and must be removed. and you cannot bring yourself to utter the words, those three little words you know he must hear. you must die.
you press a kiss to the god’s cheek, hoping to pour all of the love you can into it. if he must be taken to the afterlife, then let him do so knowing he has been cherished. if he must go, then let him go in peace. “my darling, shin.”
“it has been decades since you have called me that,” kita whispers, his hand tightening around yours. he rests his head on top of yours. “my sweet angel. i wish you had not left. is that selfish?”
“yes. but i understand it.”
“what do i do now, (name)? everyone i love has died or moved on.”
a lump grows in your throat at the vulnerability in his voice. you turn to look at him, and brush a piece of his hair from his eye. his irises are watery and his lashes are wet. the last vestiges of life shine bright beneath his pale skin, shining as brightly as the sun above you. you do not know what else to say, other than “kiss me.”
he complies without question, cupping your face in one of his warm hands. his lips are slightly chapped, which is not surprising but, nevertheless, it sends a wave of warmth coursing through you, making you sigh and rest your head against his shoulder. his other hand comes up to tangle in your hair.
and, finally, you break the kiss, pulling apart reluctantly. you watch as kita wipes furiously at his tears with his sleeve, trying and failing to disguise the fact that he is crying. “i love you. stay with me.”
you nod, unable to refuse. the two of you lean in again, lips meeting in another gentle kiss, one that lasts a second or an hour. the sun has already started to lower in the sky, but your skin still prickles uncomfortably, turning the grass beneath your bare feet into a sticky mess. the smell of iron and smoke hangs heavy in the air, mingled with sweat and blood and the scent of the dried grass.
“i love you too, shin.”
you know it is now time.
for the last time, he closes his eyes and leans his forehead onto yours, sighing. the last breath you will ever know from him, as the wind whips around you both, carrying his next words away with it.
you let him go, and watch quietly as the sun sets below the horizon.
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to be loved by a god | kita shinsuke x reader
cw: mentions of death, murder, violence though not in detail. mentions of blood, grief. angst. god!kita and grim reaper!reader.
an: i am honestly so sorry to kita, i literally cannot give this man happiness for the life of me. everytime i write for him, it's angst and he deserves more.
“shinsuke.”
the god remains quiet as you approach. his gaze doesn’t shift from the bloodied field before him, drying grass stained scarlet, angry and red under the light of the setting sun. somewhere further along, just in your eyesight is a house – the one in which the twins lay peacefully, surrounded by the flowers kita had picked out carefully for them. he has already laid them to rest.
“you cannot save everyone.”
you tell the god softly, sitting down beside him, glancing at the empty piece of sky he stares at. even if you didn’t understand it fully, it was still there, that voice inside of you, that one part of you that knew what it really felt like to have someone close to you die; to live with that fact and never be able to move on. perhaps you haven’t become as desensitised as initially thought since you took on your role as a grim reaper. shinsuke says nothing.
“you can hardly blame yourself now. this was a savage act from the enemies of their land. you could not have stopped them.”
the god smiles bitterly. you can see where he sucks at his teeth, the small dimples in his skin appearing across his jaw. his eyes flicker up and catch yours, piercing and sharp. he shakes his head, a small gesture, almost imperceptible.
“i am a god. i could have done more.”
you sigh, leaning your head on his shoulder. he shivers at the contact, but allows it nonetheless. “you could not go on delaying their deaths forever, shin. you know well they were never meant to live this long in the first place.”
there is a silence, sad and heavy, between the two of you. the wind picks up, rustling through your hair. the god’s hand lies limply against the ground, his fingers splayed over the earth. it’s the closest you’ve been to him for a long time now, the days where you would lounge together in bed long gone. if you close your eyes and clear your mind for long enough, you can still feel the soft, ghostly feeling of him pressing kisses along your spine, his fingers curling around your hips.
“have i done them a disservice by delaying their deaths then, (name)? did i do wrong by them? perhaps...if i had left them to their fate, would they have been killed so brutally?” shinsuke looks to you with desperate and wild eyes, a frenzy taking ahold that you hadn’t often seen on the god. his care for the younger boys was, and still is immeasurable, but you wonder how long it will take for him to burn under the heat of his own love for them. especially now that they had passed on.
you take his face in your hands, palms against his soft skin as you bump your noses together. “you did what you felt was right in your own heart. you loved them their entire lives. who knows what the fates may have had in store if you chose one path or another. it doesn’t really matter, if this is the end result now.”
“what you mean to say is, they would die either way.”
“what i mean to say is, you have given them a good life.”
his eyes flutter closed. you kiss his forehead again and sigh. “they will always be your boys. i know you are worried about the next world, but you mustn’t burden yourself with all the guilt you carry within you. they’ll be okay.”
kita looks at you then, a pained expression twisting his features. a tear falls down his cheek, a few more follow soon after. he wipes it away with the back of his hand and turns his head towards the all too familiar home in which the twins have been laid to rest. the house does not move, neither does the bloodstain in the centre of the fields.
“must you take them?”
“i must.”
a searing pain stirs in your chest but you ignore it in favour of interwining your fingers with his. looking at kita shinsuke – the god of produce and crops, protector of inarazaki – you see a tired man, with hair like a halo spun of silver. his eyes are reddened with a sadness that cannot be weighed, and his usually perfect posture collapses with every breath he takes. generally, gods cannot be killed. but a god without a purpose is as good as dead.
you cannot bring yourself to tell shinsuke, a lover you have never quite gotten over, that you were told to lead back three souls from inarizaki today. you cannot bring yourself to tell him, among his grief, that he no longer serves a purpose and must be removed. and you cannot bring yourself to utter the words, those three little words you know he must hear. you must die.
you press a kiss to the god’s cheek, hoping to pour all of the love you can into it. if he must be taken to the afterlife, then let him do so knowing he has been cherished. if he must go, then let him go in peace. “my darling, shin.”
“it has been decades since you have called me that,” kita whispers, his hand tightening around yours. he rests his head on top of yours. “my sweet angel. i wish you had not left. is that selfish?”
“yes. but i understand it.”
“what do i do now, (name)? everyone i love has died or moved on.”
a lump grows in your throat at the vulnerability in his voice. you turn to look at him, and brush a piece of his hair from his eye. his irises are watery and his lashes are wet. the last vestiges of life shine bright beneath his pale skin, shining as brightly as the sun above you. you do not know what else to say, other than “kiss me.”
he complies without question, cupping your face in one of his warm hands. his lips are slightly chapped, which is not surprising but, nevertheless, it sends a wave of warmth coursing through you, making you sigh and rest your head against his shoulder. his other hand comes up to tangle in your hair.
and, finally, you break the kiss, pulling apart reluctantly. you watch as kita wipes furiously at his tears with his sleeve, trying and failing to disguise the fact that he is crying. “i love you. stay with me.”
you nod, unable to refuse. the two of you lean in again, lips meeting in another gentle kiss, one that lasts a second or an hour. the sun has already started to lower in the sky, but your skin still prickles uncomfortably, turning the grass beneath your bare feet into a sticky mess. the smell of iron and smoke hangs heavy in the air, mingled with sweat and blood and the scent of the dried grass.
“i love you too, shin.”
you know it is now time.
for the last time, he closes his eyes and leans his forehead onto yours, sighing. the last breath you will ever know from him, as the wind whips around you both, carrying his next words away with it.
you let him go, and watch quietly as the sun sets below the horizon.
#haikyuu#kita shinsuke#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu headcanons#hq#kita x reader#kita fic#haikyuu fic#haikyuu fics#hq fic#hq hcs#kita headcanons#kita shinsuke x reader#kita shinsuke x y/n#haikyuu imagine#haikyuu imagines#hq imagines#kita imagines#hq kita#haikyuu!!
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