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[haizxty]

Omg I need help finding this Gojo x reader fic where they share the same birthday and there was this guy that apparently could tell someone’s future. Anyways, they then said that reader was going to die and at the end she did. I dun remember much but at the end there’s this scene in which they were both playing in the snow and apparently it was like an illusion. PLEASE HELP IT’S STUCK IN MY MIND

[kenthoe]

fr tho why is everything smut😭😭 i wanna read angst that would ruin me, make me sick to my stomach and cry like there's no tomorrow bro i want a fanfic that is so devastating that i won't be able to function for the next few months

[haizxty]

I'm so delulu that I get jealous whenever my favorite character is being shipped with someone else

[tihgnari]

ꕤ 44. a love stolen away (ღ)

tw: angst / wc: 743

the sky was colored cerulean, with minimal puffy white clouds floating about in a snail-like pace. it's a beautiful day today — perfect for picnics in the park with family, perfect for walking around the sidewalk with no particular goal but to feel the fresh breeze kiss your skin…

perfect for a wedding. 

"say, ayaka, how long do you think their vows was for each other?"

ayaka, who had started her day banging her fist against the varnished wooden doors, stops to look at you incredulously. "dude, i'm literally trying to get us out of here. don't be so pessimistic at least!" the banging resumes, with two fists this time. "i'll get you out of here, okay? just wait, and you'll get your speak now moment!"

you didn't laugh. much less reacted, really. your eyes hold no light, and it's jarring seeing the contrast against the sunny day, almost as if the universe is making fun of your miserable state.

"i wonder what color his suit was. i think he looks rather dashing in white, then again i also think he can pull-off any color."

ayaka sighs, walking towards you with heavy steps. she crouches before you but you don't spare her a glance. "don't worry, yn, okay? we can—"

"if you do get us out, i want to fly back home. maybe all of this is sign that me and ayato were just never meant to happen. we're from two different worlds. after he graduates he'll be the president of a company, but when i graduate i'll just be some clumsy intern who works 9 to 5 and doesn't get paid half as much as the hours i put in."

ayaka feels a spark of irritation in her nerves and she's never want to slap some sense into you as much as she does now. 

"yn, listen to me. what are you saying? don't give up yet—"

"coming here even made you fight with your grandfather. i don't want you to fight with your family."

"no," ayaka retaliates, stubborn. "first of all, you are more than what you think, yn. i genuinely don't think i would've survived college nor would i even be as mentally strong enough to even run as president! i am where i am now, because some god or deity above gave me an amazing friend. grandpa… needed to get that reality check that times are changing and he can't dictate what his grandchildren should do anymore."

you're silent, and ayaka would've thought you weren't listening if not for the glint of tears building in yours eyes. 

"this is just so fucked up," you whispered. "i didn't even get the chance to explain. he got married thinking i never returned his feelings, and that's what hurts me the most."

"hey, hey, the ceremony won't start in…" ayaka looks over her shoulder on the small digital clock by the bedside table. "no less than three hours! we can still make it so don't speak like all hope's gone. just help me bust down this door and we can hail a cab, the venue isn't far from here so—"

"earlier this morning, while you were still sleeping, do you wanna know what your grandfather said to me before he left?"

truthfully, ayaka doesn't. "what?"

"the ceremony started this morning, at 9AM. they changed the time and had informed all the guests three days ago — except for you. he said he knew his grandchildren, and honestly? i think he really does…"

ayaka wants to pass out. 

"…considering he knew ayato wouldn't spend a night in a room with the girl he's forced to marry and that you'd fly here with me to soil his plan. he knew everything. he caught ayato, and ordered him to text aoki that he was staying here when really, he was at another hotel. ayato's will is already broken down. your grandfather knew your brother won't run away, that he had no other option but to accept the marriage. while you, on the other hand…"

so that's why you looked lifeless, like you want to raise your white flag and fly back home tail in between your legs. 

the first tear rolls down your cheeks. ayaka didn't want to imagine what you felt, of a love stolen away before it began.

"timecheck: its 12PM, and i've given my context. so answer my question, how long do you think their vows was for each other?"

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a kamisato ayato social media au

summary — it was only recently you found out kamisato ayaka was, in fact, not an only child after all! seeing ayato for the first time gave you the severest case of the butterflies but according to ayaka, he’s off limits, especially to you as her most treasured friend. well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt, right?

notes — a wild rosie appears... and dips again for the next 5 mos /j

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[tsumwriter]

Glimpse of Us

Iwaizumi x Reader

I miss you. 

His thumb hovers over the send button, but he never finds the courage to go through with the text. 

He closes his eyes and lets out a frustrated sigh, still gripping the phone tightly. 

He’s tired of crying, but here he is once again- elbows on his knees head weighing heavily against his hands as the hot tears roll down his cheeks.

His phone is on the ground somewhere, the text now long forgotten.

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[kararisa]

marigold promises

— 29. jealousy doesn't look good on you

— previous || masterlist || next

summary: you and albedo have finally reached a mutual understanding as your first year of college comes to a close. with a new school year comes a new beginning, and you start off strong with albedo asking you the oddest of arrangements: "would you like to be lab partners?"

author's notes:

my last two brain cells worked overtime trying to make those club fair posts

as i post this i am currently cramming for my life

featured song: Comfort Crowd by Conan Gray

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[syriiina-deactivated20240218]

— 「MENDING BROKEN PROMISES 」

placing the ring back in your finger and getting to hold you close once more, diluc couldn't have asked for anything more

— diluc x gn!reader

— after an eternity i finally finished this

— a late whites day special

— art credits : @.hatoba_000 on twt

Sitting down in the bed of his giant bedroom, Diluc sat down thinking about how empty it was. Despite all the furnishings in the room, it still felt hollow. It felt as if the room was the personification of how his heart felt as he gazed at the golden ring that he held gently in his hands.

It has been a few weeks since your past argument with one another, yet there has been no improvement. You still refuse to talk to him, always eating later than him, going the opposite direction when you cross paths, hell you even slept in another room just to stay away from him.

“Your actions these past few months truly make me wonder. Maybe loving you was a mistake.”

Your words echoed in his mind constantly, did you really regret loving him? Much less marry him?

Diluc sighed and rested his head in his free hand, the other still holding the golden ring with so much delicacy that it felt out of place. His mind flickered back to that time when he and Kaeya had a talk.

– A couple days ago, Dawn Winery

Diluc watched as the patrons of his tavern started to get up and exit, making him sigh. He just continued to store away the bottles of wine while thinking of how to approach you again. Dreading the feeling of coming home without your warm greeting, your warm smile, your embrace. He dreaded the feeling of disappointment and sadness when he comes home and sees that you still refuse to talk to him.

“A cup of dandelion wine if you will, Master Diluc.”

He sighed one more time, out of irritation than sadness, he gave a side eye to the Cavalry Captain of the knights.

Kaeya only raised up his hands in mock defeat but he stayed glued to his seat. Diluc just shook his head and continued to store away the wine while the cavalry captain kept his eye on him. He felt it. The way his adoptive brother had looked so miserable these past few weeks but he made no comment afraid of making things worse, but also because he thought he had no right to comfort him. He betrayed him after all.

Kaeya looked at his folded hands that sat on the counter, a contemplating look on his face. “It's best if you leave now, Captain. It's late and I’ll be closing up the tavern.” He smiled, despite the argument he assumed that the both of you had, Diluc still wanted to come home earlier than normal.

“Why not stay a little longer? I mean, it is rare for us to have a moment together, no?”

Diluc sighed one more time, Kaeya half expected him to just kick him out but instead the red head just slid a glass to his direction and popped open a bottle of wine. Kaeya’s visible eye widened a bit but he eagerly took the glass and poured himself a glass. All the while watching Diluc lean against the counter, half full wine glass in his hand and a dazed look on his face.

“How’s it going with you and Y/N?”

That made Diluc pause from drinking from his cup. He let out a heavy sigh and pushed some of his hair back as he sat down and buried his head in his folded arms.

Kaeya began to wonder, was it that bad? To have the Uncrowned King of Mondsdadt in this position? Was he really looking at the Dark Knight Hero that purged evil every night to keep his home safe?

“Wanna talk about it?” Kaeya looked at Diluc from the side as he sipped his wine. “There’s nothing to talk about.” Diluc quickly replied, gently spinning the wine glass, careful not to spill the drink and accidentally drop it. His voice felt tiny. And he didn’t like it. Yet he continued to entertain Kaeya’s questions until it was half past midnight.

“Y’know,” Kaeya started as he exited Dawn Winery as Diluc locked the door. The red head looked at him with a crooked brow, waiting for him to finish. “Y/N just wants a little more assurance.”

The two of them walked together side by side as Kaeya put his hand on his nape, struggling to put his thoughts into words. Diluc just looked at him with a half amused smile and a breathy chuckle.

“Come on, don't do this to me. It's a lot harder to put into words y’know?”

Kaeya looked mildly offended at his expression but he just sighed. Looking up at the sky where thousands of stars were over their heads.

“Assurance that their husband is doing fine. Out of harm's way y’know. I mean,” Kaeya stopped in his tracks when they reached the city gates. “Assurance is important, even more so if your lover is always facing danger no?”

– Now

He was snapped out of his flashbacks when the room to the master bedroom opened, just ever so slightly as your figure peeked through the cracks. The lighting outside framed your figure just perfectly, giving you an ethereal glow to you. Diluc could never really take his eyes off of you.

“My ring.”

He took a shaky breath in and stood up from his position. Taking slow yet hurried steps to your directions. Mind racing on what to say and how to say them. The way you said those two simple words, ‘my ring’, it gave him the assurance that even though you fought you still acknowledged the ring he had given you on your wedding day.

It felt like the weight he didn’t know that was on his shoulders was suddenly lifted. The assurance he felt now – that he was still yours and you his – this was the assurance that you had so desperately craved for from him. The assurance that the other was alive and well, away from harm's way and death’s door.

He understands now.

When he comes face to face with you, lifting your hand – holding it ever so gently just like he did everytime he held your hand – and slowly slips back the golden band on your ring finger. Putting it back where it belonged. Lifting up your hand to his lips to give it a kiss, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, gaze locked onto the ring on your hand that glistened under the chandelier.

You still refused to look at him but that’s alright. Just being able to hold you again was fine.

“I’m sorry, you were right. I didn’t understand you, I promise it won’t happen again. I’ll do better from now on.”

The way his head falls onto your shoulder, arms slowly creeping their way to your waist.

You missed this feeling.

“It’s late now, let’s go to bed sweetheart.”

You let him pull you to the bed. Arms snaking around your figure in a comforting embrace. His heart hammered in his chest when you hugged him back, face buried in his chest.

You still had not uttered a single word, but with you in his arms and the ring back on your finger – back where it belongs – Diluc in his long years of being alive, through all the years of hardships he felt safe; at peace. Enough to make his eyes close and let his being surrender to sleep.

[maiyuarts]

Live laugh Xiao 🤲🏼

[spiritual-vibrations]