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May request for:
• continuation of threads
• prompts you like
• short stories
Word count, price, dateline varies
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Friends to lovers is the journey from ‘I love you, idiot’ (platonic) to ‘I love you, idiot’ (romantic)
Enemies to lovers is ‘aw, you love me’ (sarcastic) to ‘you love me?’ (hopeful, mutual in a tragic way)
Lovers to enemies is ‘I hate you’ (affectionate) to ‘I hate you’ (angst)
@queenhyatsuwu @oholivie Kiyoomi, ya weak man.
Even with the mask, your blush still peeking thru.
Also that lollipop with Atsumu?? That image together is so cute oh my god
They’re focused. They’re immersed. They sink into the satisfying feeling of being powerful and having someone to keep up with them at the same time.
It’s fucking amazing.
My mind is filled with Atsumu and Kiyoomi sparring with each other. With wooden staffs, swords, boxing gloves…
They don’t talk; they never do. They just fight it out, eyes ablaze, as they tried their damnest to tear down the other.
To be able to move how you want. To be able to block a hit that you know it hurts. To be able to keep a tally and go on until they’re bone-dead exhausted.
atsumu posts boyfriend challenge videos fairly often but the ones that are the most popular are when omi doesn't know he's being filmed so atsumu will kiss his cheek and go 'muah' super obnoxiously, only for omi to turn, kiss his cheek, and murmur 'muah' back
insane how western women keep posting this same tweet once a month when currently in some parts of the world there are young girls fighting for the right to education, women who are fighting against an oppressive regime supported by religion and women who do want to work
I’m having a really huge writer block for a commission
One bcuz this comm is hard (but I really love the trope) and second, cuz of life stuff which makes me unable to put myself in a “inlove” kind of mindset
WRITER BLOCK SUCKS
SakuAtsu + possessive demon Omi and human Atsumu
“Omi, I’m home!” Atsumu shouted as he shook his jacket off. “Welcome home.” Sakusa drawled, gaze not leaving his book. He suddenly froze, nose twitching, as Atsumu passed by.
Sakuatsu au where Atsumu keeps texting the wrong number despite knowing they’re the wrong person.
The replies are dry and short but they never fail to reply back no matter how weird Atsumu’s being or how much he’s texting.
He likes that.