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Me when monsters.

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I have been blocked by Tumblr because I am calling on a lot of friends to share my campaign and the suffering of my family. It was not easy when my account was banned because there are my friends. They were wonderful people. I hope they see my message and respond to my call again and send me a friend request and send me a message here. I hope New and old friends should participate to reach everyone and donate for children and end this injustice to which we are exposed as Palestinians everywhere. 🥺🥺🙏

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cw; dilf! ushijima + age gaps + mentions of single mothers + reader is mentioned to have long nails + f! reader

resident dilf ushijima who is known around the neighborhood as someone who is dependable, willing to help anyone at any time of day- is lusted and sought after from all the single mothers desperate for someone like him who knows everything there is to know.

it takes just a day of you moving in to the cozy neighborhood to listen into the whispers and stories about how great this 'wakatoshi' is- hearing stories about him offering a helping hand to fix broken appliances, of taking care of overgrown lawns and even babysitting for family emergencies from mothers at their wits end.

and it takes just a couple more days for him to appear at your door, asking if you needed help moving in heavier furniture. the sun beating down onto his body while you stand at the door mouth open, knowing now just how accurate everyone's descriptions of him were.

he was tall, a body well taken care of, rounded out with age, hair dusted with strands of grey laying against a pretty green.

and he stands there- like you do, admiring the pretty little thing that moved in to what he perceived as 'his' neighborhood. stomach dropping at the fact that just by a glance, he was attracted to you.

a pretty smile stretched out on lips that he wanted nothing more than to kiss, wondering if they tasted as soft as they looked. waiting for you to take him up on your offer, knowing now that this would be too dangerous for him.

his name was known around here, and while those who openly lusted after him made grandeur stories of fantasies they had of him. they were just that- stories.

but with you, the way you smiled politely and nodded your head with enthusiasm, nails pretty and manicured pushing the door the rest of the way for him, too trusting.

it was easy to follow you- trying, honestly trying to keep his eyes along the curve of your back and not anywhere lower, no matter how much he wanted to. he kept reminding himself he had a reputation to uphold, someone people could count on.

but as you walked on and on, showing him the dresser you needed help getting into your room- giggling, placing a hand on his bicep and assuring yourself out loud before him that,

"you wont have a problem moving this?" voice saccharine, tugging at the strings of his heart, and stirring a heat hes always tempered down.

"i won't, you can sit back and look pretty." he murmured, watching with amusement with how you simpered back down into yourself, eyes widening- lips popping open while a choked murmur of something caught in your throat.

smiling to himself, proud that he kept some of his charm in his age- watching while you sat on top of the kitchen counter, legs swinging.

knowing he had your attention and gaze, wondering if youd be comfortable against the counter with your legs slung up against his shoulders after he helped with your furniture.

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Omg ok, ushijima railing you from the back and he reaches his hand to your stomach just to feel the bump his makes in your tummy everytime his big cock fucks you

yeah ...🥴

he has his arms around you for extra support right against your middle, and he feels the movement of his cock bump around in your lower tummy.

he shivers, lips quirk up just a tiny bit bc he realizes what it is, so he adjusts so his palm is pressing down on your tummy.

you just pant and cry out his name bc hes still pumping his cock in and out of you.

“is that me?” he asks, and of course he knows the answer bc hes balls deep in u who else could it be.

youre going crazy at that point bc he presses down harder and it makes ur legs shake, ur eyes rolling to the back of ur head and u slump down just a little but he doesn’t let you go, he supports ur weight in his arms bc hes so strong he can fuck u dizzy and hold you up at the same time.

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can't stop thinking about bo fucking the reader in a press and they (completely fucked out of their minds off dick) utter the phrase 'gonna make u a daddy' and bo loses his shit xx

soft dom! bokuto + HEAVY BREEDING + creampie + overstimulation + messy sex + f! reader

it always makes him freeze up- even when your body keeps pushing back againts the hold he’s put you in, body seizing in the orgasm hes fucking from your poor overstimulated body. he heard it like a bell, even through the heavy and thick lust his mind is tainted in- but still looks at you with a raised eyebrow, panting out a choked and strained version of your name.

“s-say it again.” bokuto mumbles, having to clear his throat from the rough and gravely tone his voice comes out in.

“wh- what?” you squeal out, still reeling from the orgasm, unable to properly think in how fucked out you are, a heavy and thick wetness trailing inbetween the seam of your ass as you squirm, looking up at his face- watching the excited and near feral look adorning it.

he cant help but be a little disappointed, thinks you just need to be put back into the state of mind you said it in, so with a hitched breath he grabs your limp legs once again, adjusting the slipping hold he had on you and perches your ankles on his shoulders.

the first pump inside is wet- squelching, heated throbbing eagerly bringing his fat cock back into your fluttering walls.

his tongue is heavy with lust, unable to communicate anything to you- leaving you to figure it out yourself, its not until you’re once again trembling that you remember. miraculously breathing out a shaky breath, carrying your words- the same ones that had his heart thump wildly in his chest, tummy tugging in pure arousal when he hears it again, cock twitching over and over, not cumming /yet/ but so desperately wanting to.

“‘m gunna make you a daddy.” you whisper once more, bringing your hands to his biceps, fingernails pinching into his bicep, spurring him on through the pain.

the second time he hears it, truly hears it- he all but cums, pulling out with a shaky and high pitched groan before swinging his hips back down onto your trembling body.

maybe hes sorry, watching your eyes roll back, tongue lull out of your mouth when he does- but the pleasure coursing through his veins doenst let him stop. hes got you anyways, limbs gone limp while he fucks into you, the mess of orgasms painting his pubes, thighs and balls- all accompanying the sharp sound of wetness as he plows over and over.

you wouldn’t know, however- because even as youre squealing that its too much, using the last bit of strength you had to let him know, he simply coos out a,

“i-its okay- youre okay sweet girl... you said you’d make me a daddy... i’m gunna- i’m gunna cum, and then it’ll be okay.”

while his words strain against his throat, he does exactly that. throbbing dick finally sinking in for a final time- thinking theres nothing better than this, watching your creamy cunt struggle to fit all the cum inside, only further making a mess by pumping his overstimulated cock back in, tutting at the internal struggle playing within him. he wanted to keep it all inside you, but the wet squelch is too good to give up, wanting to give his baby the best and messiest orgasm.

it takes another second for him to come down, sturdy hands slipping your legs from his shoulder- thumbs rubbing the fat of your legs, cooing at the way they fall limp onto the bed.

he apologizes with kisses, bending his body down to kiss your sweaty forehead- soothing back any of your hair, watching with pinched consetration as you take in lungful after lungful of air, blinking away tears to watch him dote over your near unresponsive body.

“its okay... ‘m okay.” your response finally has him relax too, a large beaming smile overtaking his features, truly happy at how wonderful you are- taking him so well, fully knowing he fucks like a beast. but you’re his baby, he knows deep down you can take him, body made for no one else but him.

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bokutos pillow princess who sits next to him on the couch, grabs his hand, and puts it right into her panties. he always looks over and is like "oh? does my princess need something?"

all she has to do is give him puppy dog eyes and he's crooking his fingers inside of her cunt without another word :((((((

it's hard for you to talk sometimes, hard for you to convey what you feel in the moments where just his presence sitting next to you has your needy pout returning full force. shy glances and huffs leaving the smallest hints that he doesn't always pick up, that you want the fat cock sitting between his legs.

it'd be easier for him to take care of you if you opened your mouth and told him, but the embarrassment of it all has you bite back.

instead a gentle hand reaching over to find his own heavy, veiny, calloused hand, plopping it into your lap with the pout still visible, shoving it down between your thighs before shamelessly grinding over and over against the limp digits before he looks over at you with full interest.

the shift in his whole being is monumental, seconds ago relaxing against the couch with you- and now he’s nearly panting at the thought of playing with you. the need to take you into his lap and fuck hou silly coming in strong when you slide his index finger along your wet slit, but he tempers it down for now- wanting to see his baby put in work before they relent.

“princess want something?” bokuto purrs, cock already straining in his shorts- too in love with you to hold back and he knows when he sees the way you squirm and whine that you do. you’re just so precious and he wouldn’t dare let you speak a word if you don’t want to.

so he perches you on his lap- pretty and susceptible to his actions, leaving you open for his fingers and cock to slip right inside.

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I just want sweet and domestic meian to tell I’m his pretty wife and spoil me

daddy! meian + possessive! meian + mentions of breeding + housewife reader + meian lusting over his pretty wife + fingering + squirting + f! reader

he knows it’s something deep and primal in him- knows the claim he’s staked over your body and self is wrong, but when meian sees you walk around in pretty dresses- ones he picked out for you, cleaning, tidying up the house he worked so hard to buy for the two of you, he can’t simmer down the lust.

big hands grab at your waist, pushing you into his body, always catching you when you least expect it- you wouldn’t let him lay a hand on you otherwise, all under the guise of needing to get chores done. but now he’s pushed your body up against the hallway wall, face squishing atop it while you whine, shivering with the way his fingers trail down your soft body, warm to the touch, receptive to your big husband.

“pretty girl.” meian whispers, body bending down to nearly growl it into your ear- lust he’s tempered down thus far finally boiling over while he palms your dress up the curve of your waist, unsuspecting panties no match for big fingers when he hooks them into the fabric and pulls.

“should have you walk around without these on-“ he mumbles, sunken into his head while his hand runs over your cunt protectively- fingers curling up to play with your already drooling pussy, whole body jolting when his other arm braces around your middle, nearly tugging you up and off the floor.

“keep daddy real happy that way- so i can fill up my little wife all day long.”

words feel heavy against your skin, followed by sharp squelching with the way he impales thick digits inside, fighting against your closing legs, trying to keep yourself upright, clawing at the wall.

“yes daddy.” you answer back with just as much enthusiasm. pushing back against his body, seeking his cock but he doesn’t let you.

settles your wiggling body by pressing a thick thumb against your clit, straightening out your back while you arch helplessly- back onto him and then slumping forward onto the wall once more, muscles straining with the clench, whole lower body shaking thanks to every messy swipe, gliding over your swollen clit thanks to how easy he makes a mess of you.

“good girl.”

no matter how long he’s loved you, cared for you, fucks you silly, the praise still rings a note of pure ecstasy down your body and before you know it- you’re cumming all over vigorously pumping fingers, gasping with pouty lips still squished down against the wall, chanting out a repeated mess of, “daddy, daddy, daddy!”

meian responds with equal vigor, pushing past the squeeze of your cunt while you gush down his hand, shaking his whole arm back and forth- wanting to milk this sweet orgasm from your cunt the longest he can, feeling your whole body turn and wiggle due to his near mean actions, brutalizing your sweet little cunt by just his fingers.

you’re clawing at him by the time he stops, tears rolling down your face, looking down at the floor, a mess of cum rolling down your shaky legs and onto the floor, swallowing back sharp cries while he lets go of you, sliding his digits from your heat- humming in appreciation when he pulls his hand back and your cum is painted down his arm.

once more meian bends down, kissing the top of your heated head while popping messied fingers into his mouth, wolfishly peering down at you to take in each reaction.

you might think the way he hums, licks lewdly at your cum might be an exaggeration- but once’s he’s done, meian is on you once more, finally allowing the heavy and thick cock of your handsome husband nestle right between your ass.

“mm, my pretty wife’s got the sweetest pussy, don’t you?”

it’s all rhetorical. shoving away the sweats and underwear shielding his cock from you, driven by that same base need- the only thing on his mind is how cute you’d look, round with the baby he’s fucked into you- becoming more and more dependent on him, waiting for him to come and take care of his pretty, pregnant wife.

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hi! i really like your headcanons and wanted to order one if you have no problem :(. I have binge eating and I always cry and I feel guilty about it. Could you do a headcanon as if the haikyuu te caught me crying for it? :( Yes, it looks silly but I don't get it either a lot of love at home.

a/n: hi love!! yes ofc! and no babe, it’s not silly at all. i’m sorry you don’t have a lot of love at home. but! there’s love for you from me and my moots!

akaashi, ushijima, x gn!r

warnings: binge-eating (disorder), crying, self hatred, feelings of disgust and guilt

Akaashi;

Tears streamed down your face as you shoved another spoon of ice cream in your mouth.

You sat on the cold kitchen floor, your back against the fridge.

Once the spoon scraped the bottom of the ice cream carton and your spoon was empty, you dropped the carton and threw the spoon across the kitchen.

You heaved, too uncomfortably full to even move. Your legs were spread out, your arms limp. You had promised yourself you would stop eating after a few slices of pizza, but a few turned to a whole pizza, and then you couldn’t stop.

You hiccuped, wincing because it hurt.

You wiped your nose on your sleeve, already having used all the tissues from the tissue box.

Your vision was blurred, every time you blinked a new set of tears fell down your cheeks.

You hated yourself right now. Guilt was eating away at you the way you ate all the food in the fridge. You kept your eyes up, staring at the ceiling. You couldn’t look at the wrappers or the plates and containers of food on the floor around you.

You were disgusted with yourself.

You were too busy feeling guilty about what you had, so you didn’t hear the front door open, or hear Akaashi’s voice as he called out to you.

The kitchen light flickered on and you gasped, wincing once more as you moved too fast.

“Y/n...”

You blinked, your blurry vision making out Akaashi’s tired form.

Akaashi dropped his briefcase, staring at you. It was late, too late for you to up. With small steps, Akaashi walked into the kitchen.

You let out a small yell, “close the light! don’t look at me!”

Immediately, Akaashi turned off the lights. He blinked a few times, getting his eyes used to the darkness. You hugged yourself, feeling too exposed.

You had totally forgotten about Akaashi.

“Y/n,” Akaashi’s soft voice called out to you.

“Don’t look at me, Keiji.” You let out a small sob. “I’m disgusting.”

Akaashi sighed, dropping to his knees. Quietly, Akaashi picked up what he could. You painfully brought your knees to your chest, your eyes squeezed shut. You wanted nothing more than to either puke or pass out.

Once Akaashi had cleaned up the floor, he dropped to his knees again, this time right in front of you.

Gently, Akaashi pried your fingers away from your face. You didn’t open your eyes until you felt Akaashi’s cold and slender fingers cup your chin.

“Look at me, y/n,” he whispered.

You met his dark blue eyes. “Leave me here, Keiji. I can’t move and I feel so...” Akaashi frowned. “So disgusting. You probably feel so disgusted with me.”

Akaashi gently rubbed your cheeks with his thumbs.

“Absolutely not, my love.” Akaashi wiped your tears with his thumbs. “I know this is something you can’t control, y/n. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

You looked up into Akaashi’s loving eyes. “But m’fat Keiji. I want to stop but I—” You took a deep breath. “I can’t.”

Akaashi just leaned forward, kissing your forehead.

“We’ll do this together, y/n. Just like everything else.”

You slightly nodded, licking your lips. “Do you still love me, Keiji?” Akaashi’s eyes widened a bit. “Even with my... problem?”

“Y/n, my love, nothing will ever make me love you any less. I love you, y/n. This? Your binge eating? This is something that’s treatable.”

Your eyes watered again, wanting to kiss Akaashi but also not wanting to move.

“I love you, Keiji.”

Ushijima;

You shoved the bagel down your throat, not at all hungry but needing to fill the emptiness inside you.

It was four in the morning, and you wished you had taken those sleeping pills.

You looked at all the food you had eaten, it’s remains on the breakfast table.

You stared at the other half of the bagel. You didn’t want to eat it, but when it was staring at you like that, you knew you just had too.

You slowly picked up the other half, taking a big bite. You had to force the food down your throat, and in the process, you started crying.

“Y/n?”

You choked, your eyes widening at Ushijima’s voice. Your eyes settled on Ushijima’s tired figure, his hair messy and his eyes droopy.

“Toshi, uh,” You stood up from the table, “what are you doing up?”

Ushijima ran his hand through his hair, shaking it to one side. “I couldn’t feel your heat anymore, so I woke up and heard you downstairs.”

You nodded, wiping your mouth. “I’m just, I’m—”

“Are you crying, y/n?”

You shut your eyes, exhaling. Although you were more than full, your stomach still rumbled. With new tears, you looked at Ushijima’s confused face.

“Yeah, yeah Toshi, I’m crying.”

Ushijima took a few small steps towards you. “Why?”

You let out a small humourless laugh, clutching the bagel tighter. You knew there was no point in lying, especially since Ushijima wouldn’t understand.

“I’m crying because I can’t stop eating, Toshi. I didn’t eat today because I felt too embarrassed to eat with you and Tendou, and now I can’t stop.” You stated at the bagel. “I feel terrible.”

Ushijima gently grabbed the bagel from your hand. With hands so gentle, Ushijima grabbed your shoulders. You looked into his eyes, confused as to what your boyfriend was doing.

“You don’t need to cry, y/n, or feel embarrassed. Eating is a human necessity, why does it matter how much you eat?”

You blinked at him.

“You shouldn’t cry, y/n. If this is something that pains you, we can find ways to help you. Just like you help me.”

This time when tears fell, they weren’t because of your eating. You smiled at Ushijima, loving him in a way you never had before.

You threw your arms around Ushijima, hugging him.

“Thank you, Toshi.”

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Fool (Sakusa Kiyoomi x F! Reader/OC) Ch. 2

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CHAPTER 2

She felt her knees buckle. Had Atsumu been a second slower, she probably would have collapsed. The echoes of the huge doors being shut slashed at her heart, even worse when she saw him follow her.

"Tsumu..." She called softly, cling on his suit jacket, "This was supposed to be my day. Our day..."

"Shh, I know," Was all Atsumu could say. Because truthfully, what could you say to a girl who's been left by her fiancé at the altar. On their wedding day.

Everyone seemed to get over their shock and started to chatter amongst themselves. 

The bride's parents, even Kiyoomi's, quickly rushed to the girl's aid.

"Oh dear, we're so sorry. We don't, we can't explain what happened," Kiyoomi's mother started, she didn't know what to do. Her son just up and left. His ex-fiancée was a crying mess on the church floor.

"It's okay," The girl's mother stated, "There's nothing we could've done."

With that, she helped her daughter up, and left the church, her husband and eldest daughter trailing behind.

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As fast as her legs could go, Kanoka ran. She knew she shouldn't have gone to the wedding. But she couldn't help but want see Kiyoomi one last time. At least before he was a married man. She didn't expect for him to remember her.

"Amanai, wait!" She heard him call.

She didn't stop, only willed herself to run faster. However, even with her volleyball training, Kiyoomi was faster. He caught up to her, and quickly grabbed her hand, pushing her to a halt.

"Please," She heard him say.

"What do you think you're doing, Sakusa?" She asked, trying to keep a strong facade, not looking at him.

She knew if she did, her resolve would break.

"What do you mean 'what am I doing?' I'm trying to get back with you? To you?" He answered, matter-of-factly, like all of this was a normal thing. Like he didn’t just leave a girl at the altar.

"Get back with me?!" Amanai parroted, now fully looking at Kiyoomi, "Sakusa, you were about to get married?!"

"Yeah, but..." He started, memories coming in waves, "I was with you, before the accident..."

He looked at her eyes, he felt at home. At peace. At least that’s what he tried to tell himself.

"We never really broke up."

"I mean, sure, but..." She said, confusion flooding her, "But this all seems so wrong."

They both stayed silent. Yes, logically, this was wrong. In his head, Kiyoomi knew this was wrong. His mind told him to go back to the church and finish that wedding. But in that moment, Kiyoomi felt like leaving was the right thing to do. I mean, how could he commit to someone else, when his heart was still with another, right?

"What are we going to do now?" Amanai asked, looking anywhere but at the man still holding her hand.

"Maybe we could, you know, try again?" Kiyoomi offered, "Pick up where we left off?" A second. Then two. Then three. And another.

Amanai held her breath. Was she really willing to break someone else's heart to save her own? The answer was simple.

"Okay." She said, finally looking at Kiyoomi's eyes, "Let's try this again."

Kiyoomi let out a breath, and smiled.

"Okay." He said, smile appearing to have gotten bigger.

They stayed in silence for a few seconds before, unexpectedly, Kiyoomi pulled Amanai in to a bone crushing hug.

"I missed you," He whispered.

I missed you, too. She said to herself. She knew she did, but she couldn't bring herself to say it out loud. "I know."

Kiyoomi was back. In her arms. She was holding him, in person. Just like before. However, even the blindest of people could see that things weren't what they used to be.

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Although on the outside, things seemed to be back to normal, Kiyoomi knew they weren't. Atsumu and Bokuto glared at him every chance they got, and Hinata and Komori looked at him with pity when they make eye contact. Plus, his relationship with Amanai wasn't like what it was back then. They seemed to be fighting over the littlest of things, things he couldn't even remember them fighting about before. And with the Olympics nearing, practices have been doubled. Needless to say, Kiyoomi was tired. Not to mention, and a certain someone had been on his mind as of late.

"What?!" He shouted at Atsumu, tossing the ball to the side, hard.

Had Hinata not been fast enough, it would have hit his head.

The blond Miya had been glaring at Kiyoomi for the past 10 minutes, and purposefully flunking his sets so that the Outside Hitter would miss his spikes.

"What do you mean, 'what?!' ? You know what you did!" Atsumu exclaim, pushing at Kiyoomi.

"If you plan on talking about her, I suggest you shut it, before I shove a ball right at your ugly mug," Kiyoomi threatened, hard eyes focused on Atsumu.

"Do you even know what you did to her?! How broken she was?!" The setter continued, ignoring the other's threats.

"Tsumu, this isn't the time," Bokuto whispered from the side. Trying to diffuse the situation.

Fortunately, Atsumu heard, however it didn't have the desired effect.

"So when, huh? When are we going to tell this idiot how broken he left her that day?! How we had to watch the light in her eyes slowly die?! How we had to help her, for two longs years, pick up the broken pieces of herself he left behind?! When?!" Atsumu shouted, angry tears falling as he faced Kiyoomi.

Kiyoomi felt his chest tighten. He knew he broke her heart, but he never thought to what degree, or how much. He assumed she would've been okay after a few months.

Oh, how stupid he was to think that.

He was stupid for leaving someone who even after three years, unknowingly had his heart. Amanai never had it in the first place. Sure he thought that when his memories came back, but looking back on it, he realized, he only craved for Amanai because she was his past. Something he knew of, something he was certain.

She wasn't. She was new. A breath of fresh air in his polluted daydreams. He got scared. Scared of something new, because no one made him feel that way before. He didn't know what to do.

Now he did. He knew what he had to do.

However, staring at the elegant silver envelope resting in his hand, he knew he was too late. And as he sat there in his three-piece grey suit, he knew he could never have her back.

She started helping out at the restaurant a year after. It was a good way to distract herself.

Watching her smile, something that was used to be directed at him, as she danced with a certain dark-haired Miya, painfully tugged at his heart.

He told us she was a breath of fresh air. Something he really needed after looking at Tsum-Tsum's face all these years-Ow! It's true!

His hand clenched the champagne glass tighter. His head filling with "what if's" and "what could have been's".

I was surprised when he told me he asked her to marry him. He never really talked to me about it before. Guess she really has that charm, doesn't she?

Kiyoomi chugged his drink. That was supposed to be him. He was supposed to be the one dancing with her in front of their friends and family. He was supposed to be the one whispering sweet nothings and 'I love you's' in her ear as they listened to their friends share anecdotes about their love life.

He was supposed to be Osamu Miya. He, Kiyoomi Sakusa, was supposed to be her husband.

Looking at the pair, he knew he was way too late.

He knew, he was a fool to not have married her.

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Fool (Sakusa Kiyoomi x F! Reader/OC) Ch. 1

DISCLAIMER: This is my first proper fanfic here on Tumblr, so feedbacks are highly appreciated! :) Also, FEM Pronouns are used, so if that’s not your cup of tea, you can skip this. This hasn’t been properly proofread yet, so there are some errors.

CHAPTER 1 Giggles and chatters filled the room as the bride and her entourage get dolled up.

"You excited? Nervous?" One of the bride's maids asked the bride, simultaneously plucking her veil from the mannequin.

Before she could respond, the door opened, "Stop playing with that," they heard the bride's mother chide playfully.

"I wasn't," the bride's maid said shyly, putting down the veil. 

Her mom went behind her, helping the stylists with the bride's gown.

"You look lovely, sweetie," Her mom said, smiling softly. 

"Thanks, mom," she said, as loud as a breath, "I can't believe this is happening. It feels like a dream. Oh my God, what if something goes wrong? What if the flowers are all wrong? What if Omi decides getting married isn't for him? Or what if-"

"Hey! Stop. Nothing's going to go wrong," Her sister, the maid-of-honor, said as she stood behind her and gently held her shoulders, "I checked, everything's fine. And I assure you Omi will not change his mind last minute, he's not like that. So relax. Okay?"

"Okay," The bride said, willing herself to calm down.

"Besides, Sakusa would be a fool not to marry you."

Sakusa would be a fool not to marry you.

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In the other room, Kiyoomi Sakusa stood in front of the mirror, fixing his necktie and cuff links for what seemed like the millionth time. "If you don't stop, I will choke you with that," He heard his cousin, Komori said, walking up to him. Kiyoomi glared at him, opting to say nothing and went back to fiddling with his tie. "We asked him to stop, like, 30 minutes ago. Even told him we'd tie him to a chair. Eh, tough luck."

They heard someone, Bokuto, say, as he emerged from the room's en suite.

"Did you wash your hands?" Kiyoomi asked, well it sounded more like an accusation, "Can't have your germs ruining my wedding."

"Yes, your highness," Bokuto said teasingly, "I even put some of that fancy-looking hand sanitizer you brought with you. It's off brand for you though."

"It's hers. She told me it's her wedding gift for me. Told her she's the best gift I could ever have," Omi answered, a small smile appearing on his face.

"Kiyoomi Sakusa," A voice suddenly exclaimed, it was Atsumu Miya, "I never thought you'd be this sappy. Then again, I never thought you'd get married, but look at where you are."

"Shut your mouth before I shut it for you," Omi threatened, eyeing Atsumu from the mirror.

The boys continued to tease chat with each other, until a knock resounded in the room.

"You boys ready?" Omi's brother asked. They all looked at Kiyoomi, who seemed to have gone paler.

"Don't worry Omi, everything's going to be okay," Komori said, patting Omi on the back, "I'm sure she's just as excited as you are."

I'm sure she's just as excited as you are.

But it wasn't that Kiyoomi was worried about. Of course she was excited, he should be too, this was all they've been talking about for a year. But why did it feel like he wasn't? Like the bile coming up his throat was out of fear rather than excitement. His hands, usually calloused and dry from volleyball, started to feel cold and clammy. It was unsettling. At the back of his head, something's nagging at him. He just knew something was wrong.

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Looking at the sea of people from the altar, he felt a sense of déjà vu. He's seen this setting somewhere. His brother's wedding maybe? But the feeling was way too personal to it to be something he momentarily experienced. Dwelling on that thought didn't really help Kiyoomi's nerves. In fact, they appear get worse. Not even the giggles of his little cousins could distract him. 

Dark eyes swam amongst the guests. What are you looking for? He asked himself. What was he looking for? Or who was we looking for.

He found his answer in the pair of warm grey eyes looking at him mournfully. Why does she look familiar? He questioned himself. Maybe she's a friend of his fiancée? Maybe someone he knew before the accident? He did lose quite a lot of his memories, and even after two years, some of it haven't returned.

Before he was able to turn to ask Komori, who was dutifully standing behind him, the wedding march began playing, signalling the entrance of his bride. Kiyoomi looked straight on, at the double doors, telling himself that all of these are just wedding jitters, and when he saw her, he knew everything will be fine.

Except it wasn't, because when she walked in, it wasn't her he saw, it was someone else. It was like a memory of his was being played right in from of him. The same warm grey eyes, looking at him with bashfulness and so full of love. 

He blinked and it was gone. 

His real bride now stood before him. He furrowed his brows, what just happened?

"Hi," She whispered, as her father gave handed her off to Kiyoomi, "You look nice."

He smiled, looking more uncomfortable than shy, "Yeah, you too."

Her smile faltered, she felt something was off. However, she shook it off as she heard the priest start speaking.

Things were going well, at least that's how it appeared to those watching. It was all good until it wasn't.

As the priest announced the exchanging of vows, Kiyoomi knew he made a mistake. He was already with someone else. Someone who wasn't the girl in front of him. His eyes darted around the room, dark eyes searching for warm grey ones. Amanai. Amanai Kanoka. That's her name. She was his girlfriend before the accident, before he lost his memories. He was supposed to be with her, not the one in front of him.

"Mr. Sakusa, I believe you've written your own vows?" The priest asked.

His hands started sweating and shaking.

"I-uh-" He started, feeling around his suit pocket for his vows, "Yeah, I-uh-"

His bride looked at him worriedly, "Omi, is everything alright?"

Kiyoomi sighed, "I can't."

Sakusa would be a fool not to marry you.

"What?" She said, thinking she misheard him.

"I can't marry you," He said, louder, allowing almost everyone to hear.

"W-what?" She stuttered, hands started shaking.

"I'm already with someone else," He said, looking on to the audience, straight at Amanai Kanoka.

"W-who...what...I-I don't understand," His bride, well ex-bride, said. She looked at him as saw his eyes weren't directed at her. She followed his eye sight and found him looking at, who she thought, was supposed to be his ex-girlfriend.

They never really broke up, you know? A voice in her head said. But she left him, because he can't remember. Another voice countered.

"What's there not to understand," He exclaimed, rather harshly, "I can't be with you when I'm obviously already with someone else."

He looked backed at her, his "supposed bride-to-be". Her eyes were welling up, and unfocused. He knew he hurt her, but can she blame him?

"I, I'm sorry," He started, "I hope there's another way, but..."

He tried to make things better, although obviously impossible. He can't say anything anymore. What are you supposed to say to someone when you broke their heart? On their wedding day no less?

He looked back at Amanai. She was gone. He heard the doors open and saw her walking out. Without a second thought, he followed her. He stepped down the altar, and ran towards the huge double doors, leaving his ex-fiancée to pick up her broken heart.

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When are people gonna realize we need to help the environment, that we need to stop pollution and deforestation and all these gases poisoning our air

Is it gonna take hundreds of ocean species to go extinct to our plactic

Is it gonna take all the ancient trees that tower above us to burn or be cut down to fall to our feet

Is it gonna take all the mighty glaciers that used to tower to the skys to be nothing but water

Is it gonna take heat so high our bodies cant take it anymore

What is it cause im fucking pissed i cant do anything but complain to the internet and cry right now

But im the generation that gonna have to clean your mess that will have to save us all this isnt something to look over

Our home should be number one but instead the ones who have power to help are turning there head and not showing just how much of a crisis this is

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imagine if the avengers had actually discussed the plan for more than an hour, and found out from nebula that you have to sacrifice what you love most to get the soul stone (basically a soul for a soul), and steve volunteered himself for the mission. face to face with the red skull, he’s asked if he’s willing to make the sacrifice, to lose what’s important to him. steve replies, “go ahead and try. i’ve already lost everything else.” after its done, steve just laughs and says, “that’s all?”

& steve makes it back alive with the stone. he makes it back to the avengers compound. they don’t recognize him at first, but once they see past the change in structure and size, its obvious. they ask what happened, and he replies “a soul for a soul”. he gave up captain america, let him go once and for all, and that was enough.