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everyday i think about getting a neck tattoo that'll resemble albedo's mark, but then i remind myself that i live in a conservative filipino household

#( arson speaks into the void )

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will you be participating in kinktober?

maybe? i don't really know. if i find the time in between my studies and service, sure i guess? also really depends if i find a prompt list i would like to follow. but as of now, don’t hold your breath, anonnie

#( speak up ) #⌜ addressing the nation : anons ⌟

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wb! i love ur theme how did you add the small font? it doesn't seem to work for me

thankyou sm!!

and regarding your question, er, i edited it in html. when you write in tumblr, just click the settings wheel and set html as your text editor. then just do this:

<small> insert the text you want </small>

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sincerely not.

↳ gojou satoru x f!reader

— series masterlist

summary. with an arranged marriage set in place, the sacred bond is doomed with a wife who wants to make the relationship work and a husband who’s ready to ruin it all. unbeknown to him, a tragic fate already lies within the pages of his romance book.

genre. heavy angst, arranged marriage, modern au, 18+

fic warnings. mean!gojo, ooc, adultery/infidelity, profanity, explicit smut, violence, emotional trauma/physical abuse from past experiences, neglect, heavy family drama, illnesses, descriptions of social classes, mentions of pregnancy, undertones of masochism, undertones of manipulation, abandonment issues, overall toxic relationships, minor character death, plot loosely based on twotm & tre. please read with proper discretion.

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status: on going (updates whenever, chapters are always posted at 5pm pdt)

#( arson's reblogs ) #holy shit #okay so i binge-read this #my heart hurts

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holy shit does blog construction usually take this long?

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━ must read.

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― 15:27.

➞ including: tadashi yamaguchi, gn!reader

overview: in which you confess. but yamaguchi can’t process the fact that you like someone like him.

word count: 0.8k

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↦ yamaguchi pov, confessions, denial, hmm self-doubt, self-esteem issues ig, possible unrequited love

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

It was halfway through your last year when you stopped Yamaguchi at the school gates to say, “I like you.”

The confession isn't squeamish in the least. There are no jitters or trembling hands. There are no stutters or flushed features. Only fiery eyes filled with stormy clouds and unsaid words. The words are shockingly direct and blunt, something Tadashi has only encountered on rare occasions outside of the classroom.

You spoke in confidence; as if you were speaking fact. You spoke like you have the words long memorized, like you’ve read them aloud to yourself every night. The freckled volleyball captain noticed the look on your face, and compared it to the look you wear when you’re faced with something serious.

He was immediately caught off guard, mind trying to connect the words to the person. “Oh.”

The words came out cold and indifferent. “I see.”

(He’s confused. Tadashi doesn’t know what to say. Witnessing girls confess to his best friend for years, you would think he would know how to handle something like this.

It doesn’t make sense to him. You don’t like him. Shouldn’t you be saying this to the King or even his best friend, if anyone at all?

His silence should say something.)

You gave a short, knowing nod and walked away as it becomes obvious that this is all he has to say about the issue. You were silent and accepting of this. Like you knew his response.

You left him staring at the empty space you stood at, mouth pressed into a line as he tried to desperately process what just happened.

A sigh left his lips, as though air leaving a deflating balloon. He headed to the Sakanoshita Market, where Kei was waiting for him.

-

When he got to the shop, he met the blond’s eyes, unspokenly asking why he took long.

“Ah, Tsukki. I was just—” The freckled boy rubs the back of his neck, “—held up a bit.”

Kei nodded, not pushing the younger to tell him something he’s clearly not ready to reveal. He silently started to walk away, with the expectation that Tadashi would follow.

He does.

The walk home was uncharacteristically quiet, the shorter teen keeping his lips shut. A million thoughts were running through his head.

What was he supposed to do? Ask Tsukishima about your alleged "feelings" for him? Is it expected that they will have a heart-to-heart about high school love and the pitter patter of their hearts? Is he meant to approach his childhood buddy for guidance, like a main lead in a romance anime?

He doesn’t.

He doesn’t bring up anything, doesn’t even dare utter a word until they get to his house.

“See you tomorrow, Tsukki.”

-

The next day was normal. Class was normal. Lunch was normal. Volleyball practice was normal.

He saw neither stormy clouds nor hesitant smiles when his gaze drifted to your direction on the other side of the court. You were all smiles; conversing with Yachi and laughing alongside Hinata. And when you turned to him, your grin did not waver, it was captain-managers business like usual.

Nothing was different.

But since when did your laugh sound like the soft chimes of a bell?

-

Days later, he was eating lunch with Yachi and Tsukki, the latter disappeared earlier to fetch drinks from the vending machine. The green-haired teen could not help but notice the shorter blonde glance at him ever so often, and her lips parting as though she wants to say something, but visibly goes against it.

They've been working through their physics homework since that morning when Yachi glanced up and asked, "A-ano, Yamaguchi-kun?"

Something about her tone screams 'troublesome,' but he's too preoccupied with equations and statistics to properly investigate the implications of the unfolding dialogue. He merely responded with a hum as he pushed buttons on his calculator.

“I’m sorry if this is sudden, but is it true that Y/N-chan likes you?”

He froze.

This is the first time anyone has mentioned it since you walked off on him that one afternoon. The teen breathed out slowly, trying to regain his composure.

“Who knows?”

Monotone. As if he didn’t care.

(Because he can’t. Shouldn’t.

He shouldn’t tether you to someone like him.)

-

Tadashi Yamaguchi, pinch server.

Tadashi Yamaguchi, middle blocker.

Tadashi Yamaguchi, Karasuno’s Spear.

Tadashi Yamaguchi, captain of the boys’ volleyball team.

Tadashi Yamaguchi, a normal boy from Miyagi Prefecture.

Sometimes he wondered what it would be like to try to reach for the stars. Would the sky allow him to soar? Will it let the sun’s rays burn his skin? Would the sheer act of attempting provide any sense of accomplishment?

He watched you walk across the stage on your graduation day. Saw you surrounded by your friends, and the club members.

The six of you newly graduates lined up in front of the school, your families wanting to take a picture for the occasion. You were in the middle, sandwiched between Yachi and Hinata; just two arms length away from him.

He did not hear the calls of your parents to smile. The freckled teen watched you, all his thoughts unspoken, as you continued to be blissfully unaware on how bright you shone—

Tadashi Yamaguchi, just an almost.

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taps microphone hello? i'm back jazz hands

sort of.

looking at my calendar, i realize that it's been exactly five months since i posted a work, since i've written anything for tumblr. wow this is kinda hard to write

the reason why i stopped posting was because i felt like writing was becoming a chore, and i was starting to hate it. due to that, with a lot of things (see: problems) in my personal life on top of it, i did not have the energy to write the way i wanted to. i didn't want to post something that i half-assed, and i was never satisfied with the ones i wrote in the hiatus i took, so they were never completed. i also stayed away from tumblr and other social media sites because of aforementioned problems.

right now, i'm starting to write again, and i'll be posting again. the postings will neither be as long nor as frequent-ish as i used to; because i'm slowly letting myself love writing again.

thank you again to 100+ followers. i really do appreciate it.

love, arson.

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— [2:17PM]

People talk about love and tragedy like they’re this big thing, but really, they’re made up of small moments.

The moments leading up to the argument between you and Ukai were insignificant compared to the damage left in its wake, but even now as you both sit on your porch, eyes to open, blazing sky, you aren’t sure you see passage out of this wreckage.

It is a ship in a storm to you, relentless creaking from the tired wood as the thunder roars achingly, and the waves speak their vow; we will not let you get past if we can help it, but if you persevere…, stopping only when you both reach the end of the clouds, bitter grey to melting gold; endless possibilities of redemption and exile, and yet, as your compass is shattered, you know you have never been one to know direction, but you want believe there is still time to try.

“We could quit,” you offer quietly, passing him his own glass of wine, and when his fingers brush yours, the angry waves grow weaker.

“But we’re not going to do that,” he nods in thanks as you fill both glasses to the brim, eyes traveling across your face quickly as he leans back against his chair, “…Are we?”

The wine is sweet with a bitter aftertaste on your tongue as you take a sip, and when you let it swirl around in your glass slowly, listening to it as it tells promises of being a fortune teller holding all of the cards, the words slowly process, entangling themselves into the space of your spine, and for a second, the heavy world feels a little more far away.

Your answer is automatic, and full of irony, but you ask anyway, “Since when have we ever been quitters?”

Tragedy is hard only within the aftermath, but love? Love is hard all the way through, and love is full of choices.

So you sigh softly in admission, hand reaching for his in the open spot between your chairs, and when he grabs it back, fingers intertwined with yours like you are the rope that keeps him secure, the moment you feel his ring against your skin, you know your answer.

Yes, love and tragedy are made up of little moments, but you are captains amongst the ship of your marriage, and when you glance back at the sky, you swear you can see it this time — you can see your path there in the big picture, and as you finish your cups of wine, the storm vanishes, and while the pain is not fully gone, you imagine you will become more knowledgeable on how to steer.

“Never,” he says finally, “Not once since the day we were born. And I love you, so tomorrow, we can try again.”

And what can you do except respond in the best way you know how?

“Okay,” you promise, “And I will love you then, too.”

navi / masterlist

a.n: haven’t really felt in the writing mood, been goin’ through it yall, but i’ve had a fight w someone just yesterday and it hit me, i think there’s a lot of ways people can see an argument take shape and deal with it, and for me it’s like a sailor at sea in the middle of a bad storm. i think it will end eventually, it’s just a matter of if i keep going

warnings: hurt/comfort (??), implications of an argument, marriage, wine

wc: 0.4K

p: Ukai Keishin x gn!reader

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HOT GIRL SUMMER !

summary: after getting broken up with, you decide to have a hot girl summer. those plans change when you're falling for a guy who's in love with someone else.

pairing: miya atsumu x reader

genre: smau, strangers to lovers, angst, more angst, crack, slight fwb to lovers, sprinkle of fluff

warnings: manipulation, suggestive themes, cursing

taglist: open [taglist in profile cards]

status: ongoing !

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chapter one: middle school arc

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JUST SOMEONE — BOKUTO X READER !

summary: watching your best friend love someone else, you finally decide to move on and show him whats he's missing.

warning: angst & more angst.

post note: not proof-read & kind half assed at the end.

words: 1.5k

PART ONE

bokuto was in love with mei, there’s no secret behind it.

after a week since you last encountered him, he decided to finally announce that they were together. at a club in front of all his friends, which included you. “this is mei, my girlfriend” rang through your ears several times as the loud music played in the background of your mind.

you felt a tap on your shoulder and slowly turned around to meet face to face with mei. you blinked, seeing how beautiful she was in front of you, making you feel.. envious that she was with bokuto. you flashed her a smile as your eyes glanced at bokuto beside her, him giving you the same smile he always gave you before. “hey baby” he hums out, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, making you tense and cringe at the sight, forcing to plaster a smile on your face as you watch the couple. bokuto kept her close to him with one hand as the other held a glass drink of some sort of alcohol. he motioned towards you before motioning to the female beside her, speaking as he took a sip of the beverage in his hold.

“mei, this is y/n, my best friend. y/n, this is my girlfriend, mei.”

best friend. you recalled in your head, mentally sighing to yourself as your eyes scanned mei in front of you. two words shouldn’t have hurt you more than it should, in fact, what bokuto said was the whole truth. you were his best friend, nothing more, nothing less.

you forced yourself to extend a hand out to the female in front of you, giving her a small smile. “it’s nice to meet you, mei. you and bokuto seem to be going well, im happy for you” who would’ve known that you had sudden amazing abilities to lie through your teeth. unfortunately, you can see how sweet mei was, knowing fully well that bokuto really liked her. she nodded her head in acknowledgement of your statement, giving you a soft bright smile. “thank you y/n, it’s nice to meet you. kou talks about you a lot” now, that was a big stab to your chest as you heard the nickname you used for bokuto come out of her mouth.

you knew you shouldn’t be jealous of her, you supported bokuto in every decision he made, but why did the sudden appearance of a woman in his life make you quit everything you’ve upheld.

faint callings of your name passed through you like a ghost, not acknowledging them until you felt a warm hand on your right arm snapped you out of your thoughts. you blinked, looking around before your eyes stopped on bokuto who was holding your hand and calling for you. “y/n? y/n, are you okay?” he spoke out in a concerned tone, making you gently push his hand off with a nod, mumbling that you were fine before excusing yourself, leaving the couple confused and worried.

you left the bar immediately, not wanting to deal with the jealousy that rushed through your veins. telling yourself that you would distance yourself away from bokuto for the time being.

after about three weeks, bokuto started to see you less each day. the last time he recalled seeing you was with atsumu at msby practice, laughing and smiling at him. now, you never showed up at practices and atsumu had a large grin on his face each time he entered the gym to start practicing.

just as he greeted mei who came into the gym with a soft smile on her face, you followed behind her and immediately moved to atsumu’s arms, giving him a kiss on the lips. bokuto stared at you both with confusion flashed on his face, before tilting his head and bringing mei over to you two.

“oh wow! are you two dating?” mei pops up the burning question as she smiles at you two, atsumu wrapping his arm around your waist with a grin and a nod. “yep, asked her out three weeks ago, we’re going strong” the faux blond hums out as he kisses your cheek. bokuto stood there with an unreadable expression, blinking before putting up a smile. “congratulations man, don’t hurt her or my fist is gonna punch that pretty face of yours.” you glanced at him, staring for a bit before looking away as he was about to look at you.

bokuto felt weird, the thought of you having a significant other felt weird to him. he knew he shouldn’t be feeling this kind of emotion, he was supposed to be happy for you.. right?

bokuto shrugged the feeling off and smiled, congratulating you and atsumu once more, wishing us the best before walking off with mei. you stared at him, feeling something strange from the way he acted, sighing and shaking your head before turning to atsumu and giving him a gentle kiss before talking to him about your day.

the silver haired male continuously started to act weird and overprotective around you and atsumu. constant questions of what you were doing and if you wanted to hang out. he suddenly seemed curious about your life after ghosting you for almost a month which was odd to you. bokuto even started to hold you longer than before, calling you the names he used to call you with mumbles that he missed you.

one day at the beach, he kept his eye on you as you ran around with atsumu, yelping and laughing as the blond had caught you in his arms and gave you a kiss. that made his blood boil.

one day at practice, he watched you hand atsumu a small box of macarons from your favourite bakery, mumbling an “i love you” to him as you gave him a tight hug. that made his heart break.

bokuto couldn't figure out why he was feeling this way. he knew he didn’t have an attraction to you, he liked mei so much, so why did it pain him to see you with someone else that isn’t him?

and that's when he realized he was in love with you.

now two of you were at a table at a fancy restaurant with your significant others, looking like rich business couples discussing business. but who would’ve known that atsumu was joking with the group about a night out at the club.

conversation and laughs came from your table even while eating while bokuto had stared at you for majority of the night, watching you laugh and smile at atsumu and mei while they complimented how pretty you look.

eventually the night came to the end, leaving the restaurant after atsumu and bokuto split the pay, the silver male trailing behind you before grabbing your wrist and pulling you into an alley. yelping, you slightly glared at him for pulling you alone and out of nowhere, dusting myself off as you stood there.

“what do you want bokuto?” you muttered out with a sigh, staring him blankly. he frowned at the name you used for him, not wanting to ask about it as it wasn’t as important. “i- i think i love you y/n” he blurted out, causing you to blink at his sudden confession before scoffing. “i thought you were in love with mei” you replied, making you shake your head in disappointment. “im dating atsumu and you’re dati-” he cut you off by shaking his head, looking at you with hopeful eyes as he muttered that he wanted you.

did it really take him that long to love you? to finally return the feelings you wished he would for so long? deep down you wanted to hold him in your arms and ask him to be with you forever, but your pride and emotions told you otherwise.

“y’know it's kind of funny, that you think you’re in love with me. after loving you for three years, it took you that long to realize? i can't believe you” you let out another scoff, bokuto’s eyes widening as he heard your words. “i’m sorry, i’'m sorry it took me that long but please, i love you y/n” he pleaded, moving to pull you in his arms. you pushed him away, feeling your chest tighten the same way when you first saw him with mei. you felt tears started to spill, blinking them away as your voice was shaky.

“you can’t do this to me bokuto. it’s too late now” he shook his head in desperation, trying to reassure you that he wants you and loves you, making you humourlessly laugh.

“im a pathetic idiot for being in love with you and waiting for you to love me but. but i'm just someone who is your best friend, nothing more, nothing less. and i realized that.” you looked at him before walking off with nothing else in you for him.

it hurt to let bokuto koutarou go, but it was all worth it in the end.

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Tumblr ripoff sites using our blogs and info

I open tumblr after a while just to warn ya’ll about something i JUST found out minutes ago it might be common knowledge by now to everyone but I don’t lose anything staying safe and spreading this info

about 3 tumblr ripoff sites are taking the ENTIRETY of our blogs and posting them in their own sites, in real time. This includes text posts, art/images, videos and reblogs as well as offering statistics that as far as i know, should be private to the blog owner.

I myself stumbled upon tumgir where I found not only my main account, but my art account I hadn’t used in years (To note: The 3 sites are Tumgir , Tumblar and Tumbex)

You can look at my entire blog through this site, and anyone else’s 

I tried doing research but most of what I can find is only other tumblr users who have stumbled upon this. here’s their own posts

https://blockoframen.tumblr.com/post/188736225103/it-was-recently-brought-to-my-attention-that-there  From Nov 1st 2019

https://kodaso.tumblr.com/post/623025521415094272/our-work-is-once-again-being-re-posted-without-our From July 8th 2020

https://babycharmander.tumblr.com/post/616582450520408064/artists-of-tumblr-your-artwork-is-being-stolen From two months ago (Checked on the post themselves dates might be wrong) (also if youre the op of any of those posts and wish to be removed from this post do not be afraid to tell me)

From some of these posts we can gather that they have a lot of our info and also, it’s nearly impossible to contact them as the emails on apparently all 3 websites are fake. Only way to delete stuff from these websites is to literally delete our tumblr accounts. I am unsure on how to proceed with this situation myself and where else to look but I can at least spread this information. if you yourself got other important info to share please do! 

content creators are at risk, people who use this site to vent/cope are at risk, YOU are at risk.

PLEASE reblog and let others know!!!

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IMPORTANT. I AM BEGGING YOU READ.

i don’t normally do this but it’s come to my attention that i’m now in dire need of help and it has failed me anywhere else, and tonight, it has reached another scary conclusion.

all i ask is that you lend me an ear, just for one moment. i won’t take up much of your time.

hi, i go by the nickname ghostie, and i am 19. i live in an abusive household with my mother. my father does not live with us, and nor do i want him to as my relationship with him is strained at best due to his past gaslighting, emotional abuse, and neglect. i do not talk to my father unless it is needed and even then, it always ends with me in tears and another piece of trauma, so i try to stay away. i have tried to search and find a home for myself where i could, but the system has failed me when i needed it most, and my mother has prevented me, throughout my life, from doing things that might’ve gotten me out sooner.

if any of you have genuinely enjoyed my works and are willing, or are able, i do have a ko-fi, and a paypal and for any amount of you donate, since i am half a writing and half a music blog, i can try to write something for you or make you a playlist in return, and we can work out the details here through private messages. please understand, might take a while as i am currently walking on eggshells shells so i do not have harm come to me or any of the items i need in my daily life.

it’s not by any means an obligation for you to donate, it’s only if you can and are willing, but every amount helps, any amount brings me closer to escaping and finding a place where i do not have to sleep with my pocket knife under my pillow for my protection, my taser hidden in my shoes as a last option, or recite self defense practices in my head with every step in my own home.

if you cannot donate, all i ask is that you reblog or share however you can, as that will get this seen and i can possibly, hopefully, see a light at the end of my tunnel.

thank you for reading, for your time, and your kindness.

i love you all.

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IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT 2.0

hello hello! im now officially switching blogs. ill only be reblogging this post!!

so please do follow me on @miyarins !!!

#important

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LOVE IN THE TIME OF FLOWER POTS

Synopsis: Something about your grumpy co-worker just gets to you. It could be how he’s always looking out for you when you forgot about yourself, or how he’s always there when you need him, but whatever it is, it makes you wanna kiss him. Funny enough, he beats you to it.

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SOURCES: one / two / three!

REQUESTED BY: @aiiwa / “wahhh ghostie bebe, congrats on 100 🥺🥺 for your cute event, may i please request bakugou + red hibiscus? thank youuuu, celebration kisses mwah mwah !! <333

AUTHOR’S NOTE: google docs is a bitch and deleted my draft for this twice :( and tumblr is too bc this is one of the drafts it ate i’m so sorry this is later than before fjdndkdk

WORD COUNT: 0.5K

WARNINGS: none!

PAIRINGS: Bakugou Katsuki x gn!reader

↳ BUDDING ROMANCE, FLORIST AU, SLICE OF LIFE ↲

“I think I’ve found the one thing I like about you most.”

You’ve searched far and wide for the path that lets you spill your secrets.

The shop’s warm atmosphere envelopes you today as you sit with Bakugou behind the register, his dirty gloves smearing the counter with mud as he keeps his feet propped up.

“Oh yeah? Bet there’s tons of ‘em,” he asks, a brow raised, “Amuse me.”

“For starters,” you snort, “You think I don’t notice how you line up our shoes together every time you come into the shop — your boots put my sneakers to shame, by the way — but you always make it so I have to ask you to pass them to me when our shift ends,”

Today, you’ve found it, and it comes in the color red.

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DANDELION POWDER

Synopsis: It’s not everyday that Kenma decides to go outside with you to soak in the sun, so you make sure to capture this moment to keep forever.

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REQUESTED BY: anonymous / “hi !! happy 100! could i request a kenma + yellow dandelions? thank you ! < 3”

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i’ve always believed in a few superstitions, but this one always stuck with my heart // also i’m sorry this took so long, this one gave me a bit of trouble!

WORD COUNT: 0.6K

WARNINGS: rolling down a hill (??), you pull some plants/grass out from the ground

PAIRINGS: Kenma Kozume x gn!reader

↳ BUDDING ROMANCE, SLICE OF LIFE ↲

One of the ailments of growing up, is that we can sometimes forget our wonder.

Today is the last day of spring, and when the summer heat calls upon the earth like a lover returning home, leaving you within its humid embrace, Kenma is experiencing it with you. The day is painted gold as you two lie in the middle of the meadow, clouds swirling across the sky with a gentle breeze, and yet as you stay here, an a persistent question tugs on your heart.

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A STUDY IN PERSEVERANCE

Synopsis: Ushijima is brilliant in his own right. After an immense failure, he reteaches you how to blossom and be your own type of brilliant, too.

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SUGGESTED LISTENING: bundle of joy from the inside out soundtrack (trust me, listen while reading)

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REQUESTED BY: @sugacookiies / “hi ghostie!! congrats on 100 hehe, cld i request ushijima wakatoshi + pink please? tq!!”

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i’ve never written for him before so idk if i got his character right but i hope so!! // i rewrote this three times bc i wasn’t satisfied with it, and i think that’s the irony with this one, but i genuinely enjoyed writing this with all of my heart and it will be sticking with me for a long time <3

WORD COUNT: 0.9K

WARNINGS: mentions of plants wilting (??)

PAIRINGS: Ushijima Wakatoshi x gn!reader

↳ LOVE AT SECOND SIGHT (??), BUDDING ROMANCE, SLICE OF LIFE ↲

Ushijima, for as long as you’d known him, has always been an ambitious genius.

To many, he was unreadable in and out of the heat of his passion, but for you he was simply undefined.

Pink is a color that never gets old.

A blank canvas with the destiny to be a masterpiece, he was the clear distinction of the divide between the favorites of the universe and its second choices — a hopeful dream of there are so many things I will become in the face of doubt, and the reminder that where few prevail, others can fail.

But you do have to give him credit; through the many times you have stumbled, failed, and barely have risen again, Ushijima has reminded you to accept the failures, but not the defeat that comes with them.

It is a color of kindness, generosity, and both the gifting and acceptance of nurturing.

He meets with you on a cold, dreary spring day, waiting at your train station stop with a bundle of flowers in hand, and when you come to stand in front of him wordlessly, he offers you the gift.

“Here,” Ushijima says. His hand grips yours firmly as he turns them upright, using the base of his palm to make your fingers wrap around the plants. The stems are cold and a little damp, but the bright pink tulips are a welcomed sight against your dejection, and when Ushijima doesn’t release his grip right away, you know this is another lesson from him.

His voice brims with promise, and when he gives you a small smile that screams of experience, you know you must listen.

But the truth is...

“There’s no such thing as too little time, so bloom with them,”

The sun is setting when he bids you farewell.

So, he does what he always has, his lips placing a delicate kiss upon your temple while your hands pull him in for a warm hug before you embark on your journey home. You make it to the corner of your street until you have the urge to turn, and when you do, you’re met with a surprising sight.

It is a color of possibility.

Ushijima is on the opposite end of the street far from you, and much like you, he’s turned his head to look over one last time before the day ends.

“I will see you again soon,” your hand raises in a big wave, and you clutch the flowers firmly as you stand on the tips of your toes, “And I will have learned by then, I promise!”

It is a color that reminds you of the beauty that is to grow, despite the wilt.

You don’t hear him from the distance, but it doesn’t matter, because you catch the ghost of his smile, and it is utterly contagious as you mirror it, an inkling of butterflies beginning to crowd the pit of your stomach.

It’s two weeks later when most of the flowers have wilted, their once healthy stems now colored with decay, except one.

You’re careful as you pluck the single tulip out of the vase, your fingertips running softly over the velvety petals.

And now it is your favorite...

“So bloom with them...” You mumble, and you turn the flower over in your hands, an indescribable feeling settling into your gut as you look at it from every angle — and then you spot it; the most intriguing discovery.

The cut off price tag underneath the bud of the tulip.

The last standing tulip is a fake.

Your mouth drops slightly, and when you fish out your phone to dial the number you know by heart, you wonder, truly, just how cunning Ushijima Wakatoshi really is.

Because it reminds you of him, and how, even though it took time...

“You brought me wilting blooms, Toshi?” you tease, holding back a huff.

He shuffles around on the other line, and for the show of it all, you sigh softly, letting the tulip petals brush your skin, “Didn’t know you cared so little of me,”

“I care for you very much, and I did not.” He reassures. A beat of silence passes before he continues, and then what he says next throws you in a loop, “I actually grew them myself. The rest was up to them.”

Up to them? you wonder, What does he-

“I assume you’ve found the fake one, then?”

“Yeah, but enlighten me, I don’t get it.”

You listen to Ushijima hum to himself for a moment, before turning away from your window and settling yourself on your bed, the fake tulip in hand.

You are becoming just as brilliant as the genius.

“What are the differences between the real and the fake ones?” he asks you, and your brows furrow, leading you to glance back and forth between the two, “What is one, that the others are not?”

“Well... All I can think of is that one is still in bloom,”

“And why is that?”

“Well, because it’s fake. It’s made of different materi... Oh.”

“Yes. Where others fail, some do not. It is just what you are made of, and if you decide to keep going.”

The laugh that bubbles in your throat is light, and warm, and full of I cannot believe I fell for you like this but you know it’s also the most happiness you’ve felt in ages, and so when you tell him the truth, you hope he knows you mean it.

“You’re a genius, Toshi, did you know that?”

“I did,” He speaks softly, and you can hear the grin in his voice through the line, “I got it from you.”

You are becoming a bloom of your own.

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“Honey, what’s this?” Ushijima calls, ignoring the sounds of you stumbling around in your new shared apartment, the cabinets to the kitchen opening and closing as you find your way around.

“What’s what?”

“This,” You peek your head around the corner at his words. He’s holding a big cardboard box in his hands, and when your features melt into soft recognition, he only grows more confused.

“Turn it around,” You snort, “It’s all of the most important things we own.”

He listens, carefully shifting the box around until he’s greeted with big bolded letters stating Toshi’s trinkets on the front, and suddenly, it makes sense.

Your whole, ever changing life is in that box.

And to think, it all started with the color pink.

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