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Share to raise awareness but also to make the clowns who think this behaviour is acceptable think twice before acting brave behind the guise of invisibility.
im back on tumblr after almost a year (??)... what did i miss 😳
i will now one by one go through all the blogs i follow and try to drop messages... if my schedule lets me stay on here for longer than 5 mins at a time LMAOOO 🕳🏃♀️
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ALWAYS REBLOG WHEN YOU SEE SOMETHING LIKE THIS PLEASE; ITS SO MUCH MORE THAN IMPORTANT TO PEOPLE. IT MEANS EVERYTHING TO SOMEBODY AND EVEN THOUGH YOU MIGHT NOT SEE THIS IN THE SAME LIGHT, SOMEONE MIGHT. INFACT YOU REBLOGGING THIS COULD STOP SOMEONE TAKING THEIR LIFE TONIGHT.
I noticed there isn’t one here for Ireland, so
Irish free suicide helpline: 01-116 123
last time i reblogged this, i got this ask:
so please, please reblog. this could actually save a life.
Check the notes, some people have added hotlines that aren’t listed here.
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These dudes are fucking legit. They don’t just show up one day in court, either, they actually make friends with the kids and let them know they have a support system and that there are people in the world who care about them and will always have their back. And less important, but also cool, is that the few times a couple of them have come into my cafe, they’ve been super friendly and polite and when I told one of the guys that I noticed his Bikers Against Child Abuse patch and wanted him to know how awesome I thought he was because of it, he got kind of shy and blushed and said, “The kids are the awesome ones, we just let them know they’re allowed to be brave.”
The source is long, but so, so good. These men and women are available in 36 states, 24 hours a day to stand guard at home, in court, at school, even if the child has a nightmare. Many of them are survivors of childhood abuse as well, and know what it’s like to feel scared and alone.
In court that day, the judge asked the boy, “Are you afraid?” No, the boy said.
Pipes says the judge seemed surprised, and asked, “Why not?”
The boy glanced at Pipes and the other bikers sitting in the front row, two more standing on each side of the courtroom door, and told the judge, “Because my friends are scarier than he is.”
Actual tears.. hnngh
Show me more of people like this, world. I give up on humans too easily.
where do i sign up for this,i want to be in this gang
This is fucking amazing. It may be out of character for me to say this but rock on
Bikers Against Child Abuse was founded in 1995 by a Native American child psychologist whose ride name is Chief, when he came across a young boy who had been subjected to extreme abuse and was too afraid to leave his house. He called the boy to reach out to him, but the only thing that seemed to interest the child was Chief’s bike. Soon, some 20 bikers went to the boy’s neighborhood and were able to draw him out of his house for the first time in weeks.
Chief’s thesis was that a child who has been abused by an adult can benefit psychologically from the presence of even more intimidating adults that they know are on their side. “When we tell a child they don’t have to be afraid, they believe us,” Arizona biker Pipes told azcentral.com. “When we tell them we will be there for them, they believe us.” ( Article)
More about BACA, from their site
My parents are a part of this organization and they are metal af
They go on runs to protect the child if they feel even the slightest threatened no matter where. If the child needs them to go on vacation with them, they do. Bikers come from across the nation to watch over and take shifts for these kids. And the best part is once you’re adopted into this family as a BACA kid, you’re always one. Even when you’re 40 and the perp gets released from jail, they’ll come meet with you and find your best options for avoiding the person and maintaining the life you’ve built for yourself. Once a BACA child, always a BACA child. In Florida, there’s 100% rate for identifying the perp based on the child’s testimony. Why? Because BACA stands with the child and supports the child so they feel comfortable enough to point out their attacker.
What’s better than a badass biker gang being on your side???
NATIVE AMERICAN CHILD PSYCHOLOGIST WHO IS A BIKER AND NAMED HIMSELF CHIEF HELL YES I’M HERE FOR THAT AND BIKERS BEING BAD ASS TO PROTECT KIDS. HELL YEAH.
it’s back! I will always reblog BACA
Damn good people.
I know they wouldn’t consider themselves such, but these people are freaking heroes and the world is a better place because of them.
Hey folks, it talks about this in the article but its not mentioned in this post, BACA is a 501 © (3) charity that depends in part on donations to help pay for stuff like gas for their bikes. If you want to help, consider donating.
@copperbadge You like posting about heroes, Sam. Seems like this would be up your alley.
I love these folks! I’ve reblogged them before but it’s wonderful to see the donation information has been added.
Always reblog. Keep doing what you’re doing y'all.
Guys? This post changed my life. I saw this post. Forever ago. And thought it was only in america… and wished desperately that they could help me. But then I saw it again, during a bad episode, and checked their site. They aren’t just in the USA
They’re in Canada as well and probably other countries. I met and talked with a native guy who runs the place near me. His name is Shaman. I got in, and I’m considered a BACA child now. Despite being 17, turning 18 when I talked to them. They spent time with me when my abuser was over, they gave me therapy resources. They give you something called a ‘level 1′ where they go to your house with as many bikers as they can, i shit you not a solid 20-40 bikers came from even out of province, and met me. I got to choose my biker name and I got a vest with patches on it and my name on it. They all hugged a Teddybear before giving it to me, and told me if I ever felt the BACA bear was running out of love, to give them a call and they’d refill it for me, and then I got a ride on one of their bikes. Just a day or so ago I went to an annual party with them and they we ate food one of them cooked and had a lot of laughs.
I’ve never felt as loved as I did being a part of the BACA family. They also gave me dog tags with the names, and phone numbers of my 2 workers. So I can call them whenever I feel scared.
BACA is an absolutely wonderful group that will do everything in it’s power to help any child whos been abused.
And it doesn’t end when you’re 18 either. As long as you get in contact/get your level 1 before you’re 18? you’re ALWAYS a BACA kid. I’m 18 now and they still invite me to parties, ask me if I’m okay, and are there for me. They’re still trying to find me resources for therapy.
BACA has changed my fucking life.
I hope you all can read this, and reblog it knowing from someone who fucking been with them, that they are absolutely amazing.
If I ever don’t reblog this, it’s because I am physically being restrained against my will.
when your brain is like,,, nope not today and your mental, emotional, and physical health is like,,, nahhh and u just 👁️👄👁️
Screaming .. what
This person thinking a $200-300 bag means you’re the 1%
yeah
I'm sitting here boggling at the idea of spending more than $30 on a purse, when i could put that money towards so many other things.
$300 is pricey for a bag, but I’ve spent more than that on video games, so it’s hard for me to be judgey about it. They’re good sized bags, with a simple design that you could wear with a ton of stuff and won’t go out of style quickly. If they’re really good quality, they could outlast a number of my cheapo bags, since I go through a few of those a year (when I left the house). You would definitely have to have the money up front, though. (Hello, Boots Theory of Socioeconomic Unfairness.) The designer is Liberian-American, though, so you’d be supporting a Black-owned business.
But I haven’t seen any mention of this brand before, memes or no, so why has this suddenly shown up on Tumblr? Especially since it’s pretty low priced compared to a lot of designer names. Let me google!
Ah. AOC bought a somewhat pricey, but practical, designer name bag, supporting a Black immigrant both directly and by providing publicity for his business. Suddenly, a post appears on Tumblr encouraging socialist and communist-leaning people to hate people carrying this particular designer name bag.
She’s up for reelection in two months.
This is what propaganda looks like.
I paid about $300 each for my Frye’s handbags. You know why?
It can survive me. It’s big enough to hold my meds, my phone, several pens and usb drives, a power block, a mini toolkit, my tablet, wallet, lunch and/or a snack, and interesting rocks i pick up; it’s survived falling into the toilet, the sink, a pool, the ocean (twice), have an entire soda spilled in it, have cough syrup spilled in it, be exposed to several under-seven year olds and other various natural disasters, and the stitching isn’t even loose. The hardware isn’t even dented: I can and have tug-o-warred with a determined dog for it; the strap isn’t even strained.
Ten minutes of quick lazy cleaning and some leather lotion, it looks fantastic. Interior untorn; you would not know the horror its been saturated with.
Every two or three or four years, I replace it for a different design, but the old ones I keep for a backup or if I want to switch over; they’re not factory pretty, but I haven’t treated the leather recently. From what I can tell, they last for fucking ever. They straps are always long enough; they’re comfortable; they don’t tear easily (ever), they can carry the equivalent weight of a three year old child regularly, and they’re well enough made that I can sling them around onto desks, concrete, sand, or my bed; doesn’t matter. They get scuffed, I eventually notice (sometimes), I clean them and treat the leather.
I”m not in the 1% or even in the 10%; this is a budget item, same as my laptop, which I also pay a lot for and replace every two to three years before passing down to someone in my family who needs a laptop better than a budget model; I budget to buy a pair of very expensive jeans every year or two (or three). My monthly budget has line items for coming months when a purchase like this is coming up and i start cutting my expenses so I’m ready (or decide what financing I want to use and work out what I can afford in monthly payments).
I grew up working class poor, and I know the math of time and price: the cheaper it is, the shorter its working life and the shittier it works. And I took that lesson with me; as I can, as my income allows, I add in a new item that I want not to have to constantly replace or worry about having to replace because it’s cheap and going to break or make do with it half-working if I don’t have the money or having to justify it to myself to replace (do I really need it really?), all of which are exhausting as fuck, especially after a childhood where that question was applied to almost everything.
There is nothing morally or ethically superior in living your life worried how to keep living any part of it. And if you grew up like that, there’s nothing quite like the moment you realize you have enough money to start reducing the number of things you worry about.
Shelter, food, clothes, medical insurance, transportation are among the big ones, and they’re hard enough to pull off and fuck if I wasn’t relieved when I hit an income and job that pulled all those off with a cushion for savings to spare and maybe go out to eat and go on an actual planned vacation somewhere not the home of a blood relative or close friend. Go to a convention, even. I have a pension and a 457 account; it is now less likely I will be in poverty when I can’t work anymore. There is some possibility I can retire before that day comes. It is not out of the realm of possibility I can maybe buy a house should I one day want one (could happen) provided I do a shitload of planning and some amount of luck.
None of these are givens for most people, and I can still feel the empty spaces in me where the worry for those things, about those things, used to be. They were full for so long, they were so much a part of me, that I don’t think I’ll ever not feel them or that they’ll grow over one day and vanish. I’m not even sure I want them to.
Being able to afford to do something about the smaller things not related to basic survival, though: it’s like a whole new fucking world. Being able to afford to buy things just to make yourself more comfortable was the birth of a new universe.
It was almost inconceivable at first, that you can choose not to worry about something smaller than how to pay rent or afford food or how to get to work every day. You’re allowed to make your life easier; you’re allowed not to worry. Even if the thing you worry about isn’t a component of survival. Even if the thing you want to buy just makes your life better by your own personal metric.
It took me way too long to to realize I could do that; all I had to do was stop believing how much I paid for something was a moral decision and instead treat it as a practical one.
Time and price: do the math, check my available income, make the decision, work it into the budget or start saving (or both).
My bed took an entire income tax return (a big one) sixteen years ago; to look new, I just need to polish it and its survived two moves without issue. I took out a loan against my retirement to buy my first dining room table and chairs, my kitchen appliances, and my rugs, and on every item, I ran the time/price equation against it; I skimped a little on cookware and flatware to get the best I could afford on the rest. All of it four years later is still with me and still working perfectly and that table survived the efforts of a four and six year old when I loaned it to my mother when hers had an unfortunate collapsing issue.
My cheap $30 dollar jeans last nine months to a year before tearing (I can see the dates in amazon); my first True Religion jeans were twelve times that and are working on a decade and change and look new and so do the others. All my $30 purses survived maybe six months with me and cut into my shoulder or arm to boot; now, I have backups that don’t hate my body and frankly even scuffed look amazing. My $50 lightbulbs have a ten year warranty with free replacement; they actually do it, I had to replace two after two years when they unexpectedly went out and they were mailed to me in three days. The rest are almost five years old and still going strong.
My $40 everyday pan warped after three years and my even cheaper skillet less than that; my La Cruset pans I received from my grandmother look like no one’s ever used them (she did, a lot) and are heavy enough to kill one to three intruders as needed. That, too, is going to be a line item soon; start adding a new piece of quality cookware every six months to a year (though I’m not married to La Cruset).
I skimped on my couch, because--hilariously--I made it a moral test; I looked at the total that I’d spent for my other furniture the year before and felt guilty about the expense. I couldn’t justify spending more for the one I wanted, the one that satisfied the time and price equation and I also loved, because I forgot--again--that the justification was always supposed to be practical; morality had no place in those decisions.
Less than three years after purchase and two and a half years regretting it (and watching in fascination as it slowly sank), I threw out my back during COVID on it and had to stay with my mom three days on muscle relaxants because I couldn’t walk. Now I’m in PT for back problems which are not entirely the fault of that fucking couch but I guarantee you escalated the problem like whoa. I’m currently saving up to get a down payment together on my next couch before I can buy it so I can afford the monthly payments, as I can’t quite yet.
‘Worrying about my back going into spasms when I stand up’ and ‘worrying about being able to sit down’ and ‘worrying the spasms will start again and going to the bathroom becomes a circle of hell’ are not, I promise you, badges of moral purity.
(My time and price equation now takes into account how much I’m spending on muscle relaxants, PT visits, and having nowhere truly comfortable to sit and work in my entire apartment but my bed, at least until the exercises I was assigned today at my first appointment pay off (and the expense of a three foot foam roller) and I got the impression that would take some time to happen.)
$300 for a handbag, as noted, can get you a quality item that will last for decades. (Of course, it can also get you a trendy piece of crap. So you need to be careful when buying.) $300 is indeed outside of the budget of a lot of people, and you CAN get buy on handbag for $30 and sometimes for $10. But $300 for something that is the right size for you, has the right number of pockets, and is well-constructed, is not Ridiculous Capitalism Gone Amok.
When people talk about “designer handbags going to extremes,” they don’t mean $300. They mean $3,000. I mean, this is cute, right?
Louis Vuitton thinks it’s $2,740 worth of cute.
For real tho, the baby is his??
Sadly, Yes 😬
I mean, from my understanding of Uraraka's character, I don't think she'll grow up to be someone who sleeps around. I mean, the girl is literally so kind and sweet! And I think I made it pretty evident that even after their break up, she was still thinking about him. Still thinks or hopes they'll get back together.
But she did try to be happy for him, remember? And I pointed out a couple of times how disappointed she is with herself for even being jealous and how much she hated herself after that night.
There's no villain in our story, my babies. Just fuck ups. Bakugo's mistake of staying in that room when he can and should have walked out, Uraraka's mistake of giving in and kissing Bakugo when she knows damn well he already belonged to someone else and Y/n-chan's mistake of overestimating their relationship.
Hi babe @mariyeeeeeell!! I had to answer this through a reblog because my response just wont fit on the comments 😅
Yesss ❤ that's so trueee hun, trust is the foundation of any relationship. We're just all mere human though. And I respect your opinion, completely. Based on experience though, over time, people get complacent in the relationship and tend to get too comfortable specially when they've been together for some time. Which is great! But I think we should still put an effort in maintaining it. You know what I mean? Keep courting your loved one, keep fanning the flame, stay on your toes.
And in our story, Y/n-chan knows Uraraka and Bakugo's past. I didn't go into much detail but I think Ive stated how distraught Bakugo was after the relationship. Meaning he truly loved her. Plus the fact that, in the story, she's his first love. And y'all know how I feel about first love. Here's my take on it if you haven't seen the ask.
And our exes, past lovers, no matter how the relationship ended, will always have a piece of our hearts.
I think that's the reason why some of us feel hate / resentment after the relationship; others will still care despite not loving them romantically anymore. Because deep down there's this love rooted still within us. I strongly believe that. Time just changes that love in a different form, but its always going to be there. It will just take another form.
Because this is someone who held your heart, someone you once thought you're going to spend the rest of days with, bore your soul to. I mean we don't really commit to a relationship if that isn't the case, right?
So I think that's why I said Y/n-chan did overestimate her relationship with Bakugo. Because for me, there is just no way, not in any lifetime, will I let my fiance anywhere near his ex because I know there will always be that sentiment there for Uraraka, and if there was a way for me to stop those from festering, I would. Hell, Bakugo can stay in Hosu if he really needs to, but not in the same building as his ex.
Sorry this got lengthy. I just love discussing and sharing thoughts so much ❤ thanks so much hun, for sharing your thoughts on it as well 😘
ooohhh!! i see your point!! i get it... it's sort of a never put all your eggs in one basket thing?? wherein you can invest a lot of something in someone but there should always be hesitancy to give it all.
i don't know, i think it's me projecting a lot onto y/n because it feels wrong to blame the person who got cheated on, especially since she technically didn't do anything wrong. i just felt like because of how much he's grown because of her, that yes, there may be a part of him that holds ochako dearly, he also doesn't care enough because he's content and happy.
but yeah, things are easier to say than do. even i wouldn't want my fiancee living in the same building as his first love if it was preventable. then again, if katsuki really was worried about how y/n would feel shouldn't he have also thought of living somewhere else in Hosu??
thank you for taking the time to respond!! i'm very much enjoying talking about Maybe 😊
im going to put this here in hopes of protecting not only myself but also those who are close to me. the government of the Philippines has completely lost their minds. the government is currently trying to enact the Anti-Terrosism Act of 2020. this bill will allow warrantless arrests, wiretapping, two weeks of detention without prior meeting with a judge, and so much more.
this bill will basically be taking away the Filipino people's freedom of speech and expression. (yes, speeches, proclamations, writing, emblems, banners, and other representative figures will also be considered an act of terrorisms under this law.)
currently, fake facebook accounts of people who have expressed their feelings towards this and students, alumni, and staff from certain universities have been popping up. this is a manifestation of what we call red-tagging. the easiest way to explain this would be to say that these people are being labeled as communists, all because of their political stands.
please use the hashtags #VetoTerrorBill, #VetoTerrorBillNow, #JunkTerrorBill and #IbasuraAngTerrorBill (junk the terror bill) on Twitter. i am asking for the sake of the people who are too afraid. so many Filipinos have been tweeting about the BLM Movement and I'm all for it, but they're too afraid to express their anger towards our government and their actions, for our freedom, due to threat it becomes to our safety.
i hope you guys can pay attention to this and look into it. the Philippines is slowly yet surely slipping into this pseudo-martial law. please bring attention to it before it's too late.
i just poured my heart out ok im deleting this account ; - ;
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a/n: aaaah this is the end!! ngl this series was pretty fun and nice to do. Tbh I didn’t think much people would rlly like it HAHAH so I’m glad y’all did <<3 ngl there were times where I felt unmotivated to write but managed to still do. Def there were things I wish I improved on but yeah!!! Def gonna take this as an experience to learn from
Chapter 10.5 is the explaniantion of it all!!
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a/n: AAAH OKAY ITS TECHNICALY OVER!! BUT THERES STILL GONNA BE TWO EXTRAS IM GONNA POST SOON,, I WANNA SAY TYSM TO EVERYONE WHO SUPPORTED AND ENJOYED THIS AN 3 METERS BC I SWEAR THOSE SERIES’ WERE AND ARE TWO I HOLD CLOSE RO MY HEART,, ik they arent the best and have several things I could’ve improved on but it was such a joyride making this and just as a whole,,, stick around for the extras and hopefully other works! Again tysm!!
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[masterlist]
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akaashi is the type of boy that gets away with everything because of his good looks and wits.
you wouldn't have imagined that he was a fuckboy. i mean, honey, he looks like an angel 😔
anyways, you meet him in college. he's your seatmate in your literature class.
one day, he asked you for an extra pen and you gave him just that.
he makes an effort to make you talk everyday and even goes far to giving you gifts.
he walks you to your next class and even pats your head when he says goodbye.
he asks for your number and puts a little “❤️” at the end of your name.
you're like, “oh, maybe he actually likes me.”
he shows signs that he is genuinely interested in you.
you feel appreciated and love.
until, one day, he stops doing everything he does to make you feel loved.
he doesn't show up in class anymore, he doesn't text back, and whenever you'd call, it would go straight to voice mail.
at first you're confused, maybe he's busy? you would try to convince yourself but it still stays within your mind everytime.
as you walk with your friends to your next class, you spot him leaning against the wall.
your heart flutters as you debate whether you should walk up to him or–
suddenly a girl appears in front of him.
your 😃 becomes ☹️
akaashi smiles at her, the same smile that he would give to you, and walks with her to her next class.
“(name)? what's wrong?” nishinoya asked, looking at the direction you were looking at.
he was about to pounce on akaashi but you stopped him, shaking your head at your friend.
“it's fine. it was bound to happen. should've listened to you when i had the chance.”
spoiler: it was not fine.
akaashi went on with his fuckboy ways, bringing this new girl a bento every now and then.
but then, he would always put your favorite dish in it – to which this girl was allergic to.
“akaashi, you know i'm allergic to this.”
huh? then who used to steal mine whenever i would bring her this? he taps his feet.
the bento is neatly wrapped again as he looks around for that certain girl.
for you.
he's looking for you.
you always had that gleam in your eyes that tugged his heartstrings.
of course it was new to him. he hadn't felt that in a long time and he was afraid.
he walks into class again, the one he has with you but he couldn't find you.
it goes on for a week – no signs of you in the classroom nor in the halls.
he was freaking the fuck out.
he wanted to text you but that would make him look like an asshole for ghosting you and then coming back again.
oh, who was he kidding? he is an asshole.
highkey feels bad, lowkey feels like he's not going to see you again.
as he walks into the campus, he spots your friend, nishinoya.
he sprints towards him and taps his shoulder. nishinoya looks towards him and glares.
yeah, he knows what's up.
“where's (name)?”
nishinoya clenched his hands into fists.
this fucker had the audacity to ghost you and now he's–
nishinoya smiles wickedly.
😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈
“(name)? ah, i heard she was transferring schools today.”
akaashi froze as nishinoya continued, “i think she's still at the train station as we speak but it'll be hard to catch u–” akaashi runs out of the campus.
nishinoya laughs, running a hand through his hair.
“i'm, like, the best wing man there is.”
akaashi runs towards the train station – walking pass the people walking in the opposite direction as him.
his mind: fuckfuckfuck im not letting her go. not right now. fuckfuckfuck
he spots a familiar (hair-color) blur, passing in front of him and he stops.
“(name)!” you flinched, looking back to see akaashi standing there. he's panting, sweat trickling down his forehead and neck.
“a-akaashi?”
“please don't go!” he grabs your wrist, blue-ish green eyes looking straight at yours.
you blush furiously, looking around to see everyone looking at you.
“but i need to–” he pulls you in a hug.
“no!”
“akaashi.”
“i don't want you to go.”
“i need to go, akaashi. how am i going to finish my project if i don't?”
……..
“project?”
you explain to him that you were just picking up a groupmate from the station, they left some materials in their house and so you thought to pick them up while you bought snacks at the store.
it's also the reason why you haven't showed up to class – your professor already permitted you to be absent from his class, granted that you take the test you missed after the project.
akaashi: (///∇///)
also akaashi: （；へ：）
and also akaashi at noya: ( ｀_ゝ´)
you laugh softly, “what made you run here anyways?”
“nishinoya told me you were transferring schools.”
nishinoya: 1 akaashi: 0
you smile widely, patting his shoulder, “i mean, it's kinda your fault for believing that devil.”
point taken.
after that, he continues on walking with you and bringing you gifts – this time only with you.
he apologized to the other girls, only because you told him too.
and here he was now, sitting in your apartment as you do an assignment.
“ow.” you pout as you cut your finger on the paper. he laughs, “big baby.”
you stick your tongue out at him and walk towards the bathroom to get a first aid kit.
meanwhile, he grabs his phone and emails the teachers why they should just use tablets instead of papers.
reason one: it made you bleed.
when you come back, he wraps his arms around you and lets you sit on his lap while you do the assignment.
“(name),” he calls out.
“yeah?”
“do you wanna be my girlfriend?”
(◕‿◕✿)
(◡‿◡✿)
(◕‿◕✿)
……
Σ(゜゜)
you look at him and he nervously smiles at you.
“yes! i mean, yes. it's cool. totally cool. i'm not freaking out. do i look like i'm freaking out?”
he kisses your nose, “you look adorable.”
your heart? flying out of your chest.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA this series just makes me go 😳😞😌🥰
🍙 boy next door 🍙
intros || meet the characters
pairing: osamu miya x reader
warnings: manga spoilers, some swearing
masterlist: here !!
a/n: a lot of people seemed to be the most excited for this one so I made these intros first !! other smau intros should be coming ur way asap !!
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OMG SAKUSA IN A SMAU YEEESSSS MUCH NEEDED EXPOSURE
this is so random but what’s your favorite snack? You seem like a dried mango type of person...
hajjsjs oKAY I like dried mangoes but my fave snacks are rondolettis and those foie gras chips,,,
krim stix and choco choco superior sari-sari snacks 😌
“what do you mean you’re moving?” kuroo’s tone is harsh, harsher than you’d wanted it to be but you refrain yourself from flinching.
you watch his hand tighten its grip on the steering wheel, the car going faster than he probably intended.
you felt like this was a bad time to break the news, but he’s just been so busy with the club lately that this was the only opportunity you saw fit.
you gulp, “it’s not my choice.”
“fuck— this is— did you try to say no?” he keeps his eyes on the road but you can basically feel the mixture of anxiety and anger in his voice.
you breath out, feeling irritated, “of course i did.”
“are you sure because i’ve seen you with your parents and you can barely get a word in with them?” he snaps, his tone getting more loaded by the second. he’s taking brief seconds to look away from the road, trying to see the reaction you’d give him.
annoyance bubbles up in your chest, feeling the pressure of a fight over wash your better judgement.
“why are you acting like this is my fault?” you sigh, tapping your fingertips on the seatbelt lock to ease your nerves.
he scoffs, “it’s not? i mean you’re the one walking out on all the plans we made— going to college together? guess that’s out the window.”
that felt like the final straw. you wanted to sit down with him and talk about this maturely but you can’t find yourself doing that when he’s putting all the offense on you.
you lean back, closing your eyes in frustration as you try your best to refrain from shouting.
“believe it or not, i don’t want to move, i don’t want to ruin the plans we stayed up making, i don’t wanna put a damp on your sacrifices but fuck kuroo— tell me what to do because i don’t know.” heat rises on your face the louder your voice gets and it’s hard to stop it from breaking.
you sigh, “tell me what to do.”
kuroo feels like yelling, there’s nothing else he could think of but to yell and yet he also hated the fact that that’s what it came to. there’s a silent pause after what you said and his heart mellowed at a thought.
he steers his gaze to you, ignoring the fact that he was driving and diverts his attention to your flushed figure.
there’s a light smile on his lips, “marry me.”
“we’re barely 19, did you forget?” you laugh, the tension in your shoulders easing up at his sudden mood change.
“i’m serious,” he says again, his smile getting wider and you sit up properly to analyze the features that wrote genuinely on his face.
the car is slowing down and you dart your eyes from him to the road as you think about what he just said.
he looks at you with intention, “they can’t move you away if we get married.”
you’re rendered speechless and he’s still looking at you with a reluctant smile. his hand made its way off from the steering wheel all the way to yours and you feel your heart race as his eyes go softer.
“please,” he holds your hand tightly, “marry me.”
the thought flashes through your mind quickly, your chest frantic as you think. marrying him sounded like a dream, it meant staying with him always and falling in love over and over again for the rest of your lives.
maybe you would’ve said yes, maybe it would’ve been an ideal plan for your future, but all that immediately went out the window when you look back in front of you and horror fills your eyes as you find yourself crashing through the windshield.
wHat the actual fUck
Who do u think is the most vanilla I think it’s Suga
hell nah i’m saying lev
man... all im saying is Aone is one hell of a giant man who is too afraid to hurt you and he's just such a softie who'd rather make love than fuck ya know
“It’s a matter of whether ‘that moment’ exists for you or not…If you experience that moment, it’ll really get you hooked on volleyball.” .89
