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chasing stars in the dark

15 year old Sasuke: So.... What happened to you? How did you end up so calculated, precise and manipulative so young?

15 year old Y/n currently working under Orochimaru: I discovered at a very young age if I talked well enough, I could make anything right or wrong. So according to 9 year old me either we are God or truth is relative.

Meanwhile Y/n casually thinking about the fact that she successfully manipulated Orochimaru to make him believe she was loyal and eternally grateful to him

A sleeping android~

raven from a while back

by: Tsuchinoeichi Kuchi

Power…

Ayato

Devin Elle Kurtz on Instagram

Captain’s Day Off

Tektober on Instagram

vaporize

Screencap redraw from his demo! I really want his weapon 😭 give it to me mihoyo!!!!

overdue samu fron the last pick one game ✌️

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summer’s almost over so here’s some summer themed drawings~

[13:25] miya osamu sobbing bcs @ufo-ikawa made me listen to free love by honne & i automatically thought of samu

“tsum’s always third-wheeling us, but where is he when we need him?” you huff, using the collar of osamu’s worn t-shirt to wipe away the sweat on your forehead. “this would go a lot faster if he were here.”

it’s the middle of summer, it’s way too hot, and the air conditioning in osamu’s newly purchased storefront is still broken. yet here the both of you are anyway, painting walls in the muggy afternoon heat of downtown osaka.

osamu makes a sound of agreement just as his phone buzzes in his pocket, wiping his hand on his paint-streaked shirt before grabbing it and glancing down at the screen. “oh, this is the scrub now saying…he’s at some resort in tokyo with his girl.”

“wait, the one he met last month?” you ask, dropping the paint roller into its tray when he hands you the phone, a selfie of his brother lounging on a pool chair on the screen. “wow, a month into the relationship and he’s already whisking her off to a resort? lucky girl.”

osamu’s got an odd look on his face as you hand the phone back. “he, uh, said he’d be back on tuesday to help us move the furniture in, though.”

“that’s good,” you shrug, picking up your roller and resuming your neat strokes of light grey paint. “i already know he’s gonna be eating here all the time, so we need to make sure he pulls his weight before opening.”

he hums in acknowledgement, resuming his painting beside you. when you look over, he’s got a comtemplative look on his face, brows pulled down and mouth pressed into a tight line.

“let’s take a water break,” you propose when you can tell he’s pulled a little too far into his head by…by something. in the five years you’ve dated him, you know that osamu’s like this. sometimes his thoughts are a little too loud, and whatever they are right now are screaming at him, drowning out reason.

he hears you, though, dropping his roller into the tray before taking a seat in the middle of the tarp-covered floor (flooring the both of you had installed yourselves with the help of a youtube tutorial). you reach into the cooler, grabbing two bottles of water before lowering yourself to the ground next to him, handing him a bottle of water before uncapping your own.

“i’d understand, you know,” he murmurs quietly once you’re settled.

you watch him out of the corner of your eye, noting the way his restless hands pick at the label on the bottle. he’s nervous. “understand what?

he’s not looking at you, staring straight ahead. “if ya wanted to leave.”

you chuckle, taking a gulp before screwing the cap back on, pressing the cool bottle to your cheek. “i’m not gonna leave before we’re done painting the edges. i’ll stay all night if i have to.”

“not the walls,” he says a little stiffly, rubbing the back of his neck. “i meant— i meant me. if ya wanted to leave me, i would…i would understand.”

you blink a few times, wondering if the heat was making you hallucinate or something. “osamu, why would i do that?”

“it’s just, you deserve more than— than this,” he gestured around at his half-assembled store. “i don’t have much. you know i poured a good chunk of my savings into leasing this place. i can’t take you to nice dinners on our anniversary or buy you pretty things, and now i’ve got you doin’ manual labour on your day off. you deserve better.”

“better?” you repeat, wondering if he’s hallucinating.

osamu shrugs, then lets his steady shoulders slump. “you…you deserve someone who can take you to tokyo.”

“but i don’t want to go to tokyo. it’s too—”

“crowded, i know,” he finishes, hesitantly meeting your gaze. “but you know what i mean.”

“no, i don’t,” you say firmly. “because you’re not making any sense right now. should i call an ambulance? is this heat stroke?”

he says your name exasperatedly. “i’m serious. you’ve got no obligation—”

“do you love me?” you interrupt.

“of course i do,” he answers without hesitation, and you can hear it, the desperate edge in his voice, the little part of him that says he doesn’t want to let you go.

satisfied, you uncap your water and take another drink. “then that’s that.”

he frowns a little. “but—”

you raise your brows at him. “unless you want me to date your brother?”

“what? no.”

“exactly.” you shuffle over to cup his face in your palms, the tip of your nose brushing his as he leans into your touch and you murmur, “i don’t need anything or anyone else.”

no one but osamu, who can’t take you to nice dinners but spent hours in the kitchen cooking up your favourite dishes on your anniversary last month. who seasoned everything to your liking and somehow made it compliment the cheapest bottle of wine you could find.

osamu, who can’t buy you nice things, but shows you everyday, in his own way, just how much he appreciates and loves you. who packs you a lunch every night and walks you to the train station each morning. who always lets you have the last slice or bite of anything, and holds your opinion on new dishes in the highest regard.

osamu, who is willing to let you go because he thinks you deserve better. you don’t doubt he’ll give it all to you someday, when he can. but for now?

for now you’ll kiss his sweaty forehead in his half-built onigiri shop, the both of you streaked with paint and melting in the summer heat. but none of it matters because, well,

“all i need is you.”

Helping you Escape the Altar

Feat. Osamu

This was originally gonna be a group of headcannons but I got carried away with Osamu’s so here’s his. I will probably release the other ones I had in mind later, just wanted to get this one out.

Before you had to speak to another person that your mother brought back for you to talk to, you slid into a back room of the church, a venue picked by your soon-to-be-husband.

You took a moment to yourself, trying to breath deeply and exhale slowly. This whole thing was getting to be too much. It was too much, it had been months ago. And now you were suffocating.

You grabbed your phone off a drawer and checked the notifications, seeing a voicemail from your one friend who couldn’t make it to your wedding. Miya Osamu.

You turned up the volume on your phone and brought your it closer to your ear to listen.

“Hey, (y/n). I just- this is terrible timing, and you probably won’t see this until after the ceremony- which would make this pointless, but I already decided in would do this.” He sucked in a breath. “I had no reason to miss your wedding besides my own feelings. Seeing this happen to you, it would be too much for me. But I will live in regret forever if I don’t do something. I know this isn’t what you want, it maybe it is, but you’re not ready. Especially not with him. I know you just got swept up in all this, you felt obligated to play along as the bride. But I’d rather risk our friendship than risk letting you go on the rest of your life miserable. I’m not asking you to choose him over me, I just want you to reconsider things. Can he, will he make you happy? Is this what you want?”

It sounded like he wanted to say something else, but you assume the voicemail only recorded for so long, cutting him off before he could say anything else.

You sat in silence as you thought of his words, it was a lot to think about. The mention of his feelings for you was a minuscule part of it, but it still captured a good part of your head. But his last words were what really echoed through your mind.

“Is this what you want?”

Is it? And if not, what do you want.

Glancing at your phone screen you looked at the contact picture for Osamu, it was just him in a black baseball hat with an onigiri embroiders into it, he stood proudly with a perfect piece of onigiri in his hands.

You know what you wanted.

Sneaking out of the room behind the backs of parents and bridesmaids you walked to where the guests are, peering at them from behind a curtain that had enclosed the room, searching for a certain bleach blond.

After spotting him call his phone.

His phone rings loudly to which the other guests give him a glare for having not silenced it sooner. He glares back and answers the phone.

You can tell from his expression that he’s about to say something stupid but you cut him off.

“Atsumu! I need your help.”

You watch as his eyes widen and he decides to take the call further away from the other guests.

“What is this about?”

“I need to leave this wedding, I can’t marry him. But I need help getting out of here.”

You can see a smile creep onto his face.

“Okay, I’ll get you out of here little lady. Where are ya?”

“Look to your left, I’m peeking out from behind the curtain.”

His eyes dart over to you, and he rushes to behind the curtain with you, drawing too much attention to himself.

“Where’s the exit that will have the least amount of people?” He asks as he joins you.

“There’s one around back, I saw groomsman go out it to smoke earlier.”

You tug him towards the back exit until you see several people all smoking outside through the glass doors.

“Shit, we can’t use it anymore.” You sigh.

“Any where else?” Atsumu asks.

“The bathroom.”

“Look, I don’t think sewers are a viable option-“

“No you idiot, there’s a window!”

You make your way to the bathroom and find a window about six feet off the ground.”

“C’mere, I’ll help you up.” Atsumu gestures for you to use him as a boost.

“But what about you?”

“Take my car and get out of here. I can call an Uber, I won’t be the one everyone is looking for.” He hands you his keys and you climb through the window, doing your best to land on your feet.

“Thank you Atsumu, I owe you.” You yell at him as you take off to his car.

“Hell yeah you do!” You hear him yell as you run.

-

When you stepped into Onigiri Miya, you garnered a few stares, which wasn’t unexpected. You were the girl walking in in a wedding dress. It didn’t take long for you to grab Osamu’s attention.

“I was pretty sure you had plans today.” He said as he approached you.

“That’s all you have to say?”

“No,” He’s silent for a moment. “I’m glad you’re here.”

“I am too.”

Silence hung in the air between the two of you.

“I thought about what you said. I know what I want now.”

He stood before you, trying to not reveal his eagerness to hear your next words.

“I thought about how in the moment I would rather be anywhere but in that church, about to give away my life to that man. I would much rather be at Onigiri Miya, with you, just talking. Or at your house with you. Or anywhere with you.”

He took your words in slowly as you stepped towards him, you stopped inches away from him.

“So, let’s spend some time together.” He says, as he takes your hand into his. “If that’s what for truly want.”

You smile at him as he strokes your hand with his thumb. “It is, I’m sure .”

mya day

I wonder if the boys get a retouch and I think Bokuto has dark hair when he was young and Tanaka is a blonde like his sister~ (There’s so many of them are blonde! Is that a trend??)

( I misspelled Akaashi’s name so I had to edit it. Sorry Akaashi..TvT)

Art by Boris Groh

You were a well-behaved student, a senior at Tokyo University. You had seen him around campus and in other classes, but your economics class was the first where he sat next to you - the well-known bad boy with bad habits.

Little did you know, he was also the son of your future step-father. You're enveloped in his drama as your families collide. Will you be able to handle it?

*smut warning in some chapter cases* *AU, no manga spoilers* *this is gonna' get dark pretty fast - drug use in some chapter cases*

Ch. 1 - Choso

Ch. 2 - Habits

Ch. 3 - Hoodie

Ch. 4 - Mahito

Ch. 5 - Too Much

Ch. 6 - Cheater

Ch. 7 - Family

Ch. 8 - Siblings

Ch. 9 - Forbidden

Ch. 10 - Resolute

Ch. 11 - Truth

Ch. 12 - Rectify

Ch. 13 - Dinner

Ch. 14 - Spontaneity

Ch. 15 - Care

Ch. 16 - Caught

Ch. 17 - Kechizu

Ch. 18 - Alone

Ch. 19 - Pain

Ch. 20 - Sodomy

Ch. 21 - Split

Ch. 22 - Headache

Ch. 23 - Plans

Ch. 24 - Light

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Living day by day with a wild wife is exciting. Throw in a brother and a few friends and things just might turn into chaos ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

➟ 𝗰𝗵.𝟭 – 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸

➟ 𝗰𝗵.𝟮 – 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗳 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲

➟ 𝗰𝗵.𝟯 – 𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗸𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁

➟ 𝗰𝗵.𝟰 – 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆

➟ 𝗰𝗵.𝟱 – 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱

➟ 𝗰𝗵.𝟲 – 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

➟ 𝗰𝗵.𝟳 – 𝗮 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴

➟ 𝗰𝗵.𝟴 – 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲

➟ 𝗰𝗵.𝟵 – 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗲

➟ 𝗰𝗵.𝟭𝟬 – 𝗷𝗲𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗶

➟ 𝗰𝗵.𝟭𝟭 – 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱𝘀

➟ 𝗰𝗵.𝟭𝟮 – 𝗸𝗶𝘁𝗮 ?!

➟ 𝗰𝗵.𝟭𝟯 – 𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗰𝘂𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗻

➟ 𝗰𝗵.𝟭𝟰 – 𝗰𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝘀 [part 2]

➟ 𝗰𝗵.𝟭𝟱 – 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹

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