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Texts with Bokuto and his pregnant spouse

A/N: Look at me posting things other than what was requested

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on second thought don't look at me

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Hello!! Hope you're okay! Could I get a crumb of suna bf texts 🤲🏻? if he's jealous even better 😗 love him and you 🤗

yo!

sorry i'm so late with positing this, I had to keep redoing it lmao

anyway I just posted it here, hope you like it

Requested: A lil jealous boyfriend texts with Suna

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Someone sent in a request and this is the 3rd time I'll have to redo it bc shit keeps happening I'm gonna explode

Boo. :)

pls don't hurt me

Hi. Love your posts! May i request a drunk gojo texting his gf?

400 years later

Here you go pal!

Hope you enjoy!!

Sorry I’m so late with posting work was kicking my ass

Requested: Gojo drunk texts his gf

A/N: I thought it was cute and a lil funny idk

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I always say I’m gonna post and I never do- sorry pals my ideas are shit these days

Scree I got a request I'm mekfiriksdjdjs

can i get a part 2 to ur latest oikawa story?

anon, you got me to do the impossible

Fresh off me brain, just posted, tell me how much you hate it later!

Slipping Through My Fingers || PT 2

Character: Oikawa X Reader

Word count: 1727

Genre: Angst, fluff

A/N: I tried my best at making a part 2. Just know I wrote this with my little goblin fingers and posting it and now its everyone else's problem

I looked at the two lines on my grandmother’s face that occupied space around her mouth, more wrinkles had formed around her eyes and her eyebags had certainly darkened. I knew just how much time had passed, but, for some reason, I hadn’t noticed how much she had aged until I had gotten the chance to face-time her for this long. It made me wonder just how much of my life had really passed by since I left. I swiped my hand over my face as I let out a heavy sigh and flopped back onto the comfort of my bed and curled up onto my side. “Take care grandma, I’ll be there soon,” I said my goodbye and let the silence envelope the room. My grandfather had a full life. He lived with no regrets, ate and drank what he wanted, worked hard and had a loving family and a supportive wife.  I thought back to those 5, maybe 6 odd years before I made it here. The people I had left behind, they had changed so much. I wondered if I had changed too.

 A face that I wanted to forget flashed inside my head and I groaned in frustration while rolling onto my back and placing my arm over my eyes, the other playing with the necklace on my chest. “It’s been years Toru. They broke up with you,” I tried to remind myself as I forced myself to pack a suitcase and tried to convince myself that the passing of my grandfather was the only reason that I was going back.

The welcome wasn’t as warm as I was hoping as the harsh winter snow coated the floor. Things felt stagnant for a while after the funeral. I felt twice as empty, staying in the house of the town I no longer wanted to call home. “You look miserable uncle Toru,” Takeru teased and I ruffled his hair in response. “Yeah I’m miserable you’ve gotten so big already,” I tried to joke back. “I’m not gonna stay small forever you know.” He grinned and I shook my head. “What a shame, you were cuter when you were smaller,” I teased right back and smirked at him whining in protest. I made my way to the door, grabbing my coat and putting on some shoes. “I’m going for a walk, tell your mom I’ll be back in a bit-” “Bring back something for me,” He demanded and I scoffed. “You got most of all the things I brought back,” I retaliated as I closed the door. He still had some of his spoiled, childish ways. I guess sometimes old habits die hard. 

Like most things I had noticed, there weren’t many drastic changes to the tiny town we resided in, most if it remained the same, save for the odd color changes of buildings and the renaming of stores. I shivered as a gust of icy wind rushed through the streets, my teeth chattering as I hastily took a step inside the closest store to escape the cold, the chime from the door bringing welcome greetings as I rubbed my hands together. The scent of hot cocoa and coffee filled my nose and as I looked around,  before rolling my eyes at the location. Ofcourse, fate had to lead me to one of the last places I ever wanted to see again in this life. My eyes landed on the all too familiar table that was occupied by a mother and their child, the last memory of being inside the cafe opening up a dark chamber of my mind that I wished would remain shut.

“Toru?” I blinked and I was 18 again and the pain in my chest flaring up and suddenly I didn’t feel so cold anymore. My stare lingered on the figure before me, not knowing how to process the time catching up to me and my heartbeat abusing my ribcage. I guess I never got over it. “It’s nice to see you. It’s been so long.. When did you get back?” They asked and my words caught in my throat. I wasn’t sure what I wanted my first words to them to be. Wasit nice to see them? I pondered for a second too long and they noticed the shock on my face. “A few days ago,” I informed them, forgoing the greeting. I couldn’t decide if it was nice to see them. “My grandfather passed.” That was the only reason I was there. I reminded myself. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. My condolences to you and your family,” they prattled on as I scanned them. The same voice, the same hair, the same lips, the same cautious kindness that warmed me from the inside. “While you’re here, if you get some time, we should catch up,” they pitched the idea and I considered it for a second. “Are you busy now?” I watched them as they shook their head slowly, the both of us clearly just as shocked as the other. 

‘This is a mistake,’ I thought to myself as we both rattled our brains for something to say to the other. I simmered in the silence as I absentmindedly twirled the warm coffee cup in my hand as I stole a glance at them. They looked nervous. They should be, they were the one that broke me; broken us.

“How are you? Apart from your grandfather? I know how much he meant to you.” They broke the silence first, and I was adamant to not reply and make the conversation more uncomfortable than it already was, but I decided to hold the lava from spilling over. There wasn’t anything that I could gain from erupting years later. “I’m fine,” I replied with a shrug, watching them nod, the eye contact making them shy away from me, their entire body shifting to lean on their left side. “Is this what we’re just going to do? Sit and chat like we’re friends?” I sipped my coffee and they sniffled. “I’m sorry, all those years ago, I was afraid to commit,” They cried softly, using the heel of their palm to wipe the tears, their glasses getting in the way. “And I was just the unlucky bastard back then huh?” I rolled my eyes, trying to not let the sight of them in tears get to me. A part of my heart would always belong to them. “I waited for a call, or a text. I kept hoping that you would eventually show up,” They whimpered and I found it hard to believe. “That’s a bit selfish isn’t it? You broke up with me,” I recalled the incident and they sighed heavily. “Why didn’t you reach out to me? I was hurting so much, I almost got sent back home.” That was the first time that I had ever revealed that to anyone. “I wanted to give you time. You walked away so angry, I didn’t want to make it worse. I mean, could you blame me? We were young and you were going to be gone for a long time and in a foreign place. I was so insecure of myself I didn’t know what to do so I panicked.” I listened to their words and tried to process the truth behind it. “But I’m glad that you moved on and we can still talk like this here today, even if you hate me.” They sobbed softly and I thanked whatever God that was watching over us right now that the cafe was empty.

A thick silence fell upon the two of us as I thought about what I could say next as I watched them dry the tears on their cheeks. “I could never hate you,” I admitted softly and exhaled, reaching into my shirt to tug the piece of jewelry out for them to see. “I wore this everyday since I left.” I sported the necklace with two rings. “You know, I was so angry, I thought I would get over you but, anyone that I saw, they weren’t you. I hated myself for it. I thought about you everyday but I never reached out because I wanted you to hurt the same way that you made me hurt,” I inhaled sharply, my breath ragged as the lava overflowed but, rather than a hot anger, I felt the coolness of relief relax my shoulders. It felt like I was finally letting out a secret that I had kept bottled for far too long. “I never moved on. I can’t move on,” I scoffed bitterly as they eyed the necklace. It then occurred to me, what were we even doing here? What was the point of this entire conversation? For closure or for us to just admit that we were stupid? Or to subject myself to more pain?

“Are you saying that you still love me?” They brought me out of my train of thought and I swallowed the thickness in my throat and nodded. “There won’t be anyone else for me besides you,” I declared and as we both stood, I felt a part of me fit snugly right where it belonged, my face in the crook of their neck, my arms circling their waist, lost in time as I felt like myself for the first time in so many years. As we pulled away I was taken by surprise at the bold press of their lips to mine. They tasted like chamomile tea on a rainy day, the softness of their lips taking me back to us kissing for the first time outside the school gym. I was twice as nervous and kissed them without thinking; good thing Iwaizumi had caught us before the coach did.

A year and a half later, we exchanged vows together in an entirely new country on the beach, our family and friends celebrating by our sides. Slipping away from the noise to get some time to ourselves for the first time that day, we walked along the shore of the beach, the gentle waves rushing over our feet as we strolled. I watched them marvel at the few stars that lined the sky and if I didn’t know then, I knew now; whatever we went through, I would never regret loving them, not now, not ever, especially in this lifetime.

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someone asked for a part two of the oikawa fic and now I'm crying because I didn't expect anyone to like it

Slipping Through My Fingers || PT 1

Rushing into things when you're young is never really a good idea.

Character: Oikawa X Reader

Word count: 700

Genre: Angst

A/N: I haven't written something in maybe 5 years and this is where a sudden urge just led me

“Did we really go through all this for nothing?” The question hung in the air, heavy and unanswered as our eyes avoided each other’s. My fingers tightened around the cup of warm tea, searching my brain for a response as the warmth ebbed into my skin, the burning sensation reminding me that I was present in this moment and muted by the question I didn’t think that he would ask. “I’m sorry.” Was all that I could muster and now that I had thought about it, we had spent the better half of three years together all for it to come to a grinding halt. Toru scoffed at my reply from the table across from me and shifted his body opposite of mine. The noose around my neck tightened and I tried not to blink in fear of breaking the dam that kept the water at bay. I know I was breaking his heart, but I couldn’t sit and wait for someone else to do it for me. I stole a glance at his face, the corners of his mouth turned down, his frown seemed to be permanently etched into his face along with the lines at his eyebrows when they knitted together  as he studied the object in his hand before setting it down. Although tiny, the soft sound of metal against the wood seemed to echo in the silence between us.

“What am I supposed to do with this then?” He asked and I shrugged, not trusting the lump in my throat to stay still if I opened my mouth. The tiny ring grated against the wood as he pushed it towards me and I sighed, moving my hands. “Did you ever love me then? Why did you say yes? Why are you changing your mind now?” He pressed and my words faltered as the love from behind his eyes faded into anger. I could see the embers that once sparked our flames dancing around the beautiful chocolate orbs that looked past my insecurities. “I’ll always love you. But we’re still young,” I paused as I watched his shoulders slump, his posture sinking back into his chair. I didn’t realize that he had gotten this close. “What does that even mean?” He swiped a hand over his face and I almost regretted my words as he rubbed his eyes red and cleared his throat. “You’re not making any sense.” He cried, his voice cracking. The soft jingle from the door as a customer entered caught his attention, a distraction from me, from any of this, from anything I was doing to him right now. “We’re just out of high school. You’re going abroad. There’s other people out there, an entire world for us to see.” I tried to reason but with a shake of his head he blinked away his tears. “We’re still young and I don't want you to regret being tied to me. What if we get tired? What if we give up-” He rolled his eyes and shifted uncomfortably in his seat again. “What if we don’t?” Toru countered, “there won’t be anyone else for me besides you.”

The soft pattering of the raindrops on the sidewalk drowned out every other thought inside my head. “Tell me that when you return, when you see life outside of Japan. I wanna see if you still choose me.” I declared as our eyes met once more. Silently, he stood with a bitter smile and tucked his chair back into the table. “You’re such a fool.” He muttered as he tucked his hands into the pockets of his coat and walked away.

That day, I watched three years of my life trudge out of the door into the white rain as I sipped my tea and tried not to think of all the good times we spent together. The heartbreak from that day costed me much of my energy as I waited with the slightest bit of hope for a call, a letter, maybe even a visit. Months stretched into years as I watched him grow into twice the amazing athlete that he came to be.

 I would never regret loving Toru Oikawa; at least not in this lifetime.

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Part 2

Hii could you please make a gojo one...I haven't seen if you have made a gojo one yet sorry...but, please :)? BTW your pfp is NOICE✨

Anon I'm 4000 years late but I hope you see it and I hope you like it and I hope you enjoy it. I'm just barely getting into jjk so hopefully later on I can form a better idea of gojo in my head later on

but for now i hope you like it

Also yes thank you I love be some beni boii

Requested: soft boyfriend Gojo texts

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You gotta just. Unfollow blogs that upset you. If you are so angry at a total stranger that you send them multiple anonymous messages, that is not normal. That is not healthy behavior.