#i already miss him sm

[florianwirtz]

Never fall in love with a loan player 🥲💔

[whalyrae]

so hobi's gonna leave for military... hahaha.... april fools right? 🥲

i hate everyone today don't talk to me 🙄 /j

[weardes]

uh oh local mafia boss is a drama queen

[gojooooo]

can i just say. the way he keeps giving him attention often unprompted is driving me insane a bit. on a surface level you’d think he’s only trying to spite yuuji to spark some sort of reaction but with his word choice and the way he keeps that sense of familiarity alive between them he also keeps declaring that he knows yuuji as well as he knows his own self. that yuuji influenced him some if not as much as he influenced yuuji. that he never actually discarded their past together and the experiences they lived because he keeps referring to them. you could almost call it affection.

[kentochronicles]

The Way We Turned Out

Nanami Kento x Reader

A/N: hey guys, this is the 2nd part to ‘The Way We Were’ and I cried whilst writing this cause I was also doing a s2 rewatch. I like to torture myself 🥲 italics are flashbacks - pls enjoy and my plan is to write a part 3 of a much happier ending. Also ty for your patience with me, still learning the ins and outs of tumblr layout and such.

Word count: 1140 words

Genre: angst, slight comfort??? I love Nanami sm and love angst, so here this is 🙃

(He’s so pretty, I legit have a tattoo of this man)

Tagging: @empower-bi-women again, Ilysm my wife, ty for reading this before I posted it and the feedback 🩵🩵🩵

Sunlight spilled gently through the curtains, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. You stirred, feeling the softness of the sheets and the quiet presence beside you. As your eyes blinked open, you found Nanami lying there, his gaze already on you, a faint smile curving his lips.

“Good morning,” he murmured, his voice still soft with sleep. There was something relaxed about him in the early light—like the weight he always seemed to carry had lifted, if only for a moment.

“Morning,” you replied, your voice quiet, as though anything louder would shatter the serene spell around you both.

He reached over, his hand warm as it brushed your arm, a gentle touch that felt like a promise. You lay there in comfortable silence, just soaking in each other’s presence, neither of you needing words. Outside, the world was waking up, but in here, everything was still.

After a moment, he sighed, a contented sound that made you smile. “You’re… different,” he said thoughtfully, his fingers tracing small circles on the back of your hand. “I didn’t expect someone to feel like this—a mix of calm and chaos.”

You laughed softly, understanding exactly what he meant. Being with him felt like balancing between two worlds: the intensity that had drawn you together and the quiet, gentle peace that held you close now.

He brushed a kiss to your forehead, then lingered there, as if to savour this simple intimacy. “I could get used to this,” he whispered, more to himself than to you, as though he, too, was discovering the quiet beauty in sharing a morning like this, something so simple yet so rare.

In that moment, with the morning light surrounding you both, you realised that whatever came next, you’d remember this: the quiet sweetness, the closeness, and the feeling of waking up beside him, as if you’d found something you never knew you were searching for.

The days blurred together after the news. The world felt muted, colours duller, sounds faded, as though everything had been drained of life. Every room, every corner seemed to hold some trace of him—a forgotten book on the shelf, the way the light filtered through the window, soft and warm, just like it had on those mornings you’d spent tangled together. The emptiness gnawed at you, relentless, unyielding.

You would catch yourself reaching for your phone, your fingers brushing over his name in your contacts. It was instinct, as if calling him would somehow bring him back, as if he’d answer with that steady, familiar voice that always grounded you. But every time, reality came crashing down, and you were left with nothing but silence.

The promises echoed in your mind, fragments of words spoken in the quiet of those mornings. You could still feel the weight of his hand in yours, the warmth of his touch, as he told you he’d be careful, that he’d come home to you. And you’d believed him because he’d never once let you down before. But life wasn’t fair like that, and the love he’d left behind felt like both a blessing and a curse—something beautiful and precious, yet sharp-edged and painful.

Some nights, you found yourself talking to him in the quiet, as though he might be listening somewhere beyond. You told him about your anger, your grief, the ache he’d left behind. You whispered all the words you hadn’t said, the fears you’d kept hidden, the love you’d wanted to keep sharing.

But other nights, anger took over. The fury of having to say goodbye without a warning, without a chance to prepare, filled you. You wanted to scream, to blame him for his recklessness, for leaving you with all these broken pieces. You hated the world for taking him, hated that he’d left with a promise he could never keep.

Yet, through the anger and grief, there was an ache beneath it all that never went away—a part of you that still clung to those mornings, to the warmth of his voice, to the memory of his hand in yours. Because even if he couldn’t keep his promise, even if he was gone, you would carry him with you. He was etched into your heart, an indelible mark, and though it hurt, you knew you’d keep that part of him with you.

Days passed in a blur, weighed down by an emptiness that seemed to swallow everything. But as you sat alone one evening, staring at the test in your hand, you felt the world shift beneath you. The lines were faint, barely there, but unmistakable. You were carrying a piece of him—a part of Nanami, still with you, still lingering in a way you’d never expected.

The news was overwhelming, a tangled knot of emotions you couldn’t unravel. Tears slipped down your cheeks, an odd mix of grief and something softer, something almost like relief. He was gone, yes, and that wound would never fully heal. But he hadn’t left you entirely. He had left you with a part of himself, something to hold on to in the darkness, something that would be a constant reminder of the love you’d shared.

The emptiness in your heart eased, just a fraction, as you rested a hand on your stomach. You could almost feel his presence beside you, a comforting warmth you hadn’t felt since that final goodbye. It was as if he’d given you this small miracle to remind you that you weren’t alone, that he was still there in a way that couldn’t be taken from you.

The grief remained—sharp and unrelenting, a hollow ache that would take time to soften. But now, there was something more, a flicker of hope amidst the sorrow. You had a part of him with you, a small piece of the love that had meant everything. And though it was bittersweet, you knew that this child would carry his strength, his warmth, and maybe even that quiet, unwavering love he’d always given so freely.

You whispered into the quiet, a promise to carry on, to hold his memory close, and to raise this child knowing the depth of the love that had created them. And as you spoke, you could almost feel his hand in yours, like a gentle reassurance that you weren’t truly alone.

[flippyplush]

does anyone else ever think of fern and then throws up and then throws up and thrn throws up and then throws up snd then throws up and then throws up and then throws up and then

[theophagie]

I hope they'll make him sit up waist first like a vampire forever

[mlm-blues]

how to express how much i miss him without saying over and over that i misshim

[hhmnya]

blondgyu is Life like hello he's so mine. anyways announcement please read if u care about Me 🤗

okay so hi. since it's one day past when i said i was coming back i wanted to come and say why i will NOT be back.

"why aren't you coming back omg wdym" "anna why are you dead hello" "i thought it was sainns active era" "why isn't anna answering her fucking messages i've been on delivered for 2 weeks already this stupid ass hoe"

well good questions. turns out i hate high school and being a senior is going to be the absolute end of me 😥 either that or school lunches. anyways i am very busy (unemployed) and tired— i go to school, go to senior activities cos i'm milking the fact that i'm Alpha at my school, go home and nap, take a shower, do my homework, then sleep.

i am chronically online guys. my daily average on my phone is 1hr and 20mins. this is absolutely insane for me. I'M CRASHING OUT!

so yes i have NOT answered anyone which sorry for that guys... i only answer my mommy's texts now... plus i'm drained from socializing so much at school cos i am not used to talking to anyone other than my three friends Erm

hence why i will be STAYING on hiatus for a fat minute, i may (HEAVY on the may) drop a secret project (smau) i'm working on so look forward to that as soon as i finish all the chapters (if i ever have time)

but yes very sorry for dying and staying dead :P this is anna from the afterlife and i love you all and i appreciate you guys waiting for me (don't unfollow i'll cry)!!!!!!!!!! okay another sorry to the mutuals i talk to in dms for not answering i'm sick in the head i will answer you as soon as i feel Free again.

tags (people i have ignored plus others idk).

@hyeinism @jlheon @junislqve @fleurre

@jjunae @isoobie @dioll @boyfhee

@zhounauts @en-gelic @nishibons @bywons

[jynxheartlake]

dear ao3 ninjago writers, PLEASE WRITE ABOUT SKALES I BEG YOU

[ruby-static]

Woe upon ye, chibi gyro from the recent chibiverse episode :D

Chibi

WHO NOW

[midnightmah07]

Guys I miss Ruggie– [GUNSHOTS]

[girlivealwaysbean]

pata hai last kuch din i was very busy with my project kyunki final dena tha and binding karni thi etc to wo karwayi then i went to the bookfair bekaar tha then parso submit karne jaa rahi to subah accident hogaya (bhai ki bike skid hogayi and we fell down) and now i have a big ass blue bruise on my upper thigh and my parents don't even know lmao and kal ek science conference thi to i had to sit in an auditorium for 6 hours listening to accomplished people speak. that's what you missed now your turn

omg i knew everything in this except for the accident cause i stalk your blog vigorously everyday are you okay!!!!!!!!!! did you get tetanus shots!!!!!!!!!! also on your upper thigh oh no that's where future jiju is supposed to write MINE na as per our beloved song guilty as sin?

[apricote]

handsome boi 🥰🥰🥰

[jen-with-a-pen]

Alice idk what the FUCK kinda drugs you smuggled into this simple, singular ask, but goddamnit it made me sprint to my docs and start writing for the first time in God knows when. I literally have created an au in a matter of hours of seeing this. Fuck you and thank you🫣😋😈

[this is currently an untitled au and a WIP]

Photographer!Dark!Bucky Barnes x RunwayFashionModel!Reader

The overhead spotlights drop the second the showrunner points to the cameras, who, in turn, point to you. Big white bounce cards blind your peripherals and the sound of murmurs throughout the studio, executives and assistants alike, work their way into your ears. The voices swirl into one drone of static and the lights start getting brighter and brighter. Your grip on the arms of the chair grows tighter. Manicured fingernails threaten to dig into the upholstery, the gaudy necklace resting on your chest beginning to brand into your skin. The makeup caked onto your flesh feels like it’s melting, taking your dermis with it.

You can't tear your eyes away from behind the host's head, staring off into space and trying not to focus on the bile beginning to bubble in your pitted stomach.

You knew you should've eaten something.

As the host waits for her after-ad-break cue, shuffling her question cards and sipping coffee from her custom show-branded cup, you feel restless. Legs bouncing out of sync, begging to get up, to run off set and out onto the bustling streets below and never look back. Maybe a bus or cab will make it end, make it stop. You were never cut out for this, never supposed to be here.

"Bunny."

You gasp, your trance broken as the deep bass sounding out your nickname cuts through the noise. It's like oxygen for you. He is oxygen for you. You can’t escape him willingly- he’ll only find a way to be there. To always be there.

You whip your head around to face the herd of people and producers staring at you. Out of all of them, through the blinding lights, you meet his gaze. All six feet four inches, built-like-a-god, broad shoulders of him. His eyes shine like sea glass behind the camera operator, baby blue and looking only at you. For that moment, you are the only one he sees. His target. His. You are the only one he can touch, who he can feel, halfway across the room.

The pit only grows larger, filling your hunger with nausea. You'd bet all the money in the world he schmoozed some P.A. just to make sure he was there to see you. To surveil you.

You wish you were playing in traffic.

[mathewboeser]

MILLSY ☹️ i hope he and his family are okay