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chimielie · 2 years
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Iwaizumi // moving back to Japan, leaving you in the process
He’s snoring slightly.
You’re propped up against the headboard of your shared bed, hands folded over your middle, skin tingling where his arm is thrown over you. Even now, his fingers twitch slightly, an unconscious attempt to pull you closer while sleep and shut-eyed inaccuracy weaken him. You look down at him, resisting the urge to kiss his cheek, knowing the movement will wake him.
He’s always such an active sleeper, snuffling often but never quite forming distinct words, rolling around in search of you if you separate from his unconscious body. You’re long since used to the tossing and turning, the soft noises that lull you to sleep better than any white noise machine. You could record him, sell it. People would love that kind of thing—from him, especially.
Tomorrow (in a few hours, you remind yourself), Hajime is leaving. He’s done it before. You’d been nervous, but your relationship had survived a week, then two, then three months. Five years in a row, you had waved goodbye to him and wished he were back as soon as he left your line of sight. Two years ago and the last, you’d gone home with him, but that had been only two weeks of blissful touring of Japan, and he had visited on his own five more times besides.
In a few hours (you check the clock. Two hours to go, but he’ll wake up an hour early because he loves to be prepared) he’ll kiss you awake and buy you Starbucks cake pops in lieu of breakfast while you tease him about being a terrible nutritionist for it. Both of these will taste like an apology. His uncle will pick up the both of you and drive you to LAX, and you’ll hold hands in the backseat and listen to the city waking up.
Then: before he checks in, he’ll take you aside. He’ll say, I didn’t want to do this in public, I know this is sudden, and I want you to know you can say no. Just like you heard him practicing on the phone with Tooru. And Hajime will offer you something irresistible. He’ll tell you that he can’t stand the thought of these circumstances pulling you apart, that he knows you’ve already agreed to split up but that he wants to fight for this, that he’ll be grateful if you give him any chance at all.
And you will say yes.
This, you think, eyes stinging as you stare into the dark, is the whole problem.
You love Hajime, enough that you could be happy, FaceTiming him and falling asleep to the sound of his tinned voice and paying a fortune for the price of love. You’ve loved him so much for years now; a younger you would have bought a plane ticket on the spot. You’ve loved him so long you know: when he’s in Japan, Hajime will forget you exist.
You don’t blame him for it, necessarily. He isn’t an online person, his itinerary is always packed when he visits, he’s awful at calculating the time difference. Every trip starts off with a daily call and ends with days of radio silence before he shows up back home, ready to wrap you in a bear hug and make all your worries go away.
You trust Hajime, and you can live with short bursts of this. You can’t extend that to indefinitely, maybe forever. Hajime’s life—his dream job, his family, his friends, mostly—is in Japan. He loves his home.
You love California. It’s many things to you, including the place you met Hajime. This state is love to you.
Your paths must diverge here, and if you let him—if he asks you, strong voice gone shy, rough features softening for you, you’ll look into his beautiful stupid face that you love and agree without thinking, because who needs a brain when you have a heart? Your heart, the heart he holds, cannot be shattered six months down the line, when he wakes up and realizes that he hates the string tying him to the golden coast.
The light grey hour before dawn lets in a little light, and you wonder at the way the early morning makes everything feel unreal and distant. You’re grateful, though. You need this to do what you’re going to do.
You lift the dead weight of his arm, slide out of the bed, socked feet hitting the cold floor. You drop your phone when you unplug it and freeze, looking back to see if the sound woke him. Three even breaths later, you relax, a little too much. You break, you give in, and you bend over him, a wet teardrop shining in the air between you before landing on his face. The track looks nearly natural, though there’s a peaceful smile on his face as he sleeps. You brush a thumb softly beneath his eye, wiping away the evidence of it, and you can’t help it. You kiss his cheek, hoping he can feel your love like this, hope that he knows that you’re saving him from yourself.
He rouses slightly, eyes bleary and barely open, dark and pleased and perfect. You can’t look at them too long.
“Just getting some water,” you murmur against his warm skin. “Go back to sleep.”
He makes a noise deep in his chest and his eyes shut. You linger for a moment, tell him you love him and call him by name for the last time, and slip away as the sun rises.
part two here
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goejoes · 6 months
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JJK SPOILERSSS
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the fact that this is the only shirtless nanami we get is sick and twisted like yes i am grieving my dying husband but also drooling
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slytherinshua · 4 months
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rocky singing betelgeuse with absolute stars in his eyes.... i think about this every day
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feelslikegold · 7 months
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I miss jake can he post on ig
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taegularities · 1 year
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Ry!jk how can you be that understanding that your bff fell for your gf? Do you have any regrets for starting what you did?
JK: I told him that once, but I believe that the heart just wants what it wants. I know not everything they did was right, but she chose me, and he chose to back away. He never tried to sabotage me, and... I've learned that it's a lot more freeing to forgive.
JK: Regrets? Honestly?... Sometimes. Sometimes I feel stupid for starting all of it. But regrets won't make me happy, so I need to let them go.
ask my characters! <3
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mydairpercabeth · 3 months
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There’s something extremely heartbreaking about Nicos cameo/first words in the show being him looking for Bianca. He’s always going to be the little boy looking for his big sister. Season three is going to be the end of me.
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margonite-seer · 7 months
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I don't know how else to be with someone. No matter how much I'd like to.
I used the photomode mod to take a look at Astarion's love confession scene. Normally, the camera is focused on Tav when choosing what to say.
These are the expressions Astarion is making off-screen while you are hovering over dialogue options.
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wulfhalls · 2 months
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corrupted godhood. reluctant false messiah. prophecy as a creeping all consuming malady. does the oracle see the future or make the future? the horror of trapping yourself inescapably on purpose. the chains of destiny dragging you towards the path you are fighting tooth and nail to free yourself from. there never having been a chance to begin with. no other choice to make. but making that choice regardless.
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lieu-rey · 1 month
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first meeting
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sleepis4theweak · 2 months
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Apparently when my younger brother was just born my mom found him napping with his blanket fully covering him, and she pulled back the sheet (worried he couldn't breathe or something) to find him fully awake staring at her. It scared the shit out of her and she still talks about it to this day lmao
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eggdrawsthings · 1 month
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sketch dump
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bluegiragi · 2 months
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human.
early access + nsfw on patreon
more backstory that i wrote up for patreon heh:
Simon and Tommy had a complicated relationship as brothers. 
At a young age, Simon basically wrote himself off as a lost cause, and did the best he could to make sure at least Tommy had a chance to be a functioning human being. After all, Tommy was the gentler brother, the dreamer, the one who looked like their mother (who'd walked out on them years ago to escape their father). But Tommy got bitter, got sick of the one always being protected, being babied. He lost respect for Simon, for the way he wouldn't fight back, and in a twisted way, grew closer to his father as a way to learn how to be powerful, strong. It backfired, and Tommy got wrapped up in some bad business.
Simon's kid brother died while he was deployed. He got the news in the letter, and it broke him in a big way. In the story timeline, it was years and years ago but it still hurts like hell whenever Simon thinks about him. 
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strawberri-draws · 1 year
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Cannot wait for the Mom Team Up
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pocket-dragon · 5 months
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not nearly enough Mama K content, GIVE THAT WOMAN A CHILD!
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zivazivc · 4 months
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first night alone
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heartgumz · 4 months
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Viva after she got separated from her family
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