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1 year ago
Eer Umutlu Bir Yaama Gayeniz Varsa. Kk Sevgiler Ekin Yreinize. Zira Duygusu Olmayan Sevinler Insana Kalben
Eer Umutlu Bir Yaama Gayeniz Varsa. Kk Sevgiler Ekin Yreinize. Zira Duygusu Olmayan Sevinler Insana Kalben
Eer Umutlu Bir Yaama Gayeniz Varsa. Kk Sevgiler Ekin Yreinize. Zira Duygusu Olmayan Sevinler Insana Kalben
Eer Umutlu Bir Yaama Gayeniz Varsa. Kk Sevgiler Ekin Yreinize. Zira Duygusu Olmayan Sevinler Insana Kalben

Eğer umutlu bir yaşama gayeniz varsa. küçük sevgiler ekin yüreğinize. zira duygusu olmayan sevinçler insana kalben ziyan..

cute paw..


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1 year ago
Eskiden Ne Renkli Hayallerim Vard. Ama Artk Hibirine Sahip Deilim. Nk Bu Yaamn Her Zerresinden Soudum..
Eskiden Ne Renkli Hayallerim Vard. Ama Artk Hibirine Sahip Deilim. Nk Bu Yaamn Her Zerresinden Soudum..
Eskiden Ne Renkli Hayallerim Vard. Ama Artk Hibirine Sahip Deilim. Nk Bu Yaamn Her Zerresinden Soudum..

Eskiden ne renkli hayallerim vardı. ama artık hiçbirine sahip değilim. çünkü bu yaşamın her zerresinden soğudum..

I can't control my heart anymore..


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11 months ago
Artk Hi Kimseye Ssleyecek Rengarenk Cmlelerim Yok. Zira Gnei Mi Sndren Her Eye Iim Ssz Bir Orman Artk..
Artk Hi Kimseye Ssleyecek Rengarenk Cmlelerim Yok. Zira Gnei Mi Sndren Her Eye Iim Ssz Bir Orman Artk..
Artk Hi Kimseye Ssleyecek Rengarenk Cmlelerim Yok. Zira Gnei Mi Sndren Her Eye Iim Ssz Bir Orman Artk..

Artık hiç kimseye süsleyecek rengarenk cümlelerim yok. zira güneşi mi söndüren her şeye içim ıssız bir orman artık..

Echo of my inner voice..


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11 months ago
Ben Garip Bir Kul Idim Ve Dnyann Rengine Kandm. Oysa Ki Her Kar Bir Yalanm. Iim Lrken Anladm..
Ben Garip Bir Kul Idim Ve Dnyann Rengine Kandm. Oysa Ki Her Kar Bir Yalanm. Iim Lrken Anladm..
Ben Garip Bir Kul Idim Ve Dnyann Rengine Kandm. Oysa Ki Her Kar Bir Yalanm. Iim Lrken Anladm..

Ben garip bir kul idim ve dünyanın rengine kandım. oysa ki her karışı bir yalanmış. içim ölürken anladım..

Echo of my inner voice..


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4 years ago

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4 years ago

Red String of Fate

Sakusa Kiyoomi x GN! Reader

Genre: Angst and fluff

Warnings: none

not beta-read. also English isn't my first language so I'm sorry for the grammatical errors. constructive criticism is accepted.

Red String Of Fate

Kiyoomi twisted and turned in his bed, not able to sleep. He finally gave up and brought his hand towards his face. The moonlight that escaped through his curtains fell on his hand. A faint red glow was emitted by the String around his pinky.

He let out a deep breath and sat up, back resting against the headboard. He was wide awake and was sure that he won't be able to sleep even if he tried. Kiyoomi wondered if you were already asleep and waiting for him.

His mind wandered back to the day-night, actually- he first met you. It was in his dreams. He was surprised to see a complete stranger in his dreams. He usually dreamed about the events which had happened the day before.

He didn't think you were special or beautiful or anything. You were just an ordinary teenager who, somehow, had appeared in his dream.

Then, Kiyoomi saw it. The Red String that connected the two. Surprise would be an understatement to describe how Kiyoomi felt. He'd heard from his father, as a child, that the String connected soulmates. And, that he, with the help of the String, had found Kiyoomi's mother.

You had approached him with a smile, and stood a safe distance away from him.

"So, you are my soulmate, Sakusa Kiyoomi," you had said with a fond smile.

"How do you know my name?" asked him, straightforward as ever.

"Why, you're my favorite character." You had then proceeded to explain how he was a character in a show you loved. Kiyoomi had scoffed, not believing a single word that left your mouth.

He only believed you when the dreams started getting repetitive, and when he saw the String glowing brighter when he was near you.

When he fell in love with you, he didn't know. But he knew it was not sudden. It was slow and gradual and increased with every word exchanged between the two, every laugh from your side and every not-so-subtle snort from his.

Oh, but the universe was cruel, very cruel.

The two of you, separated by dimensions, could only meet in dreams. You could not travel to his world and nor could he travel to yours. The dreams, sometimes, were short and ended abruptly. The most he could do was hold your hand. He remembered wanting to hug you when you were upset after a bad day. But he had passed right through you like you were nothing but a mere projection. For someone who was disgusted by physical contact, Kiyoomi wished for nothing more than to hug you and kiss you.

"It's alright, Kiyoomi," you had said. "I'm happy for having you as my soulmate. There's nothing more I want."

You had smiled, but he could hear the sadness tinting your voice, the unshed tears in your eyes. And when he had woken up from his dream, he had cursed at the universe, at whatever being that had decided this. He cried, even, until he was sure he had no tears left.

Somewhere along the way, he had accepted his fate. And he was sure you had too. You both had no say in this and decided to make the most of what little you had.

After all, how could he keep complaining when he saw glimpses of you in his mirror. When he felt happy for no reason and when his hand felt warm, like he was holding hands. He knew that it was you. And he also knew that you caught glimpses of him. Felt his hand wrapped around yours.

Kiyoomi wished for nothing more. He was happy with you, and you with him. Though being separated by dimensions, your hearts beat for each other. He may not be able to be with you in this life, but he was sure, so damn sure, that he will find you in the next one, the one after that and all the other lives he was destined to live. For, the Red String of Fate, connecting two souls, was permanent.

Red String Of Fate

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Work by: @smolbean12


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4 years ago

Love Letter

Iwaizumi Hajime x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff, angst if you squint

Warnings: a few curse words

this one came out longer than expected and i honestly didn't know how to cut it short XP anyways enjoy this fluffy fluff with our iwa chan. i finished it early so i posted it. not beta-read (again) constructive criticism is accepted.

Love Letter

Hajime had a crush. Not that he would ever accept it. But, still the fact that he did have a crush would not change. And he hated it.

He hated how his throat closed up whenever he tried to talk to you. Hated the way his hands sweat profusely when he was near you. He hated everything about this.

He thought ignoring you and pretending you didn't exist would make his crush go away. But, how could he ignore you when you were in the same class as him and sat right across from him.

Hajime always caught himself looking at you in between lectures. And now, he had to force himself to look away from you and concentrate in class.

The teacher was talking about a project and said that she would assign everyone in groups of two. Hajime groaned inwardly at the mention of group projects. He had always preferred to work alone.

The teacher was now calling out students' names and their partners. "Iwaizumi and L/N," she announced.

He did a double take and stared at his teacher, wide eyed. Surely he had heard that wrong, right? There was no way you were his partner, right?

His thoughts came to a stop when you turned to look at him. You smiled politely at him. Though it was nothing special, Hajime felt his heart beating faster. His face felt hot when he smiled back at you. You were gonna be the end of him.

"Shut up Shittykawa!" Hajime barked at his best-friend, Oikawa. He was rambling on and on about how popular he was and how many girls were head over heels for him. Hajime had heard this enough times for it to be etched in his mind.

His hand clutched the small piece of paper in his hand which had your phone number scribbled in it. The two of you had exchanged numbers and had agreed to meet up at your house to work on the project. He felt his face heat up again and cursed silently.

"Iwa-chan! I need to use the restroom. Don't leave without me," Oikawa said, already on his way.

Hajime sighed and stood outside their gym. If Oikawa didn't come back within two minutes, he thought, I'm leave his things here and go back home.

"Um, excuse me."

He heard a shy voice from behind him. He turned and saw a red-faced girl clutching what suspiciously looked like a love letter. Oh, how much Hajime hated love letters. He thought they were sappy and ugly, what with the hearts drawn everywhere. He had threatened to burn all the letters Oikawa had kept stashed in his room if he had to deliver one more sappy letter to him. Say goodbye to your letters, Assikawa, Hajime thought.

"It's for Oikawa, right?" He asked. This was nothing out of the ordinary for him.

"Y-Yes! Please give it to him!" She shoved the letter into his hands and ran away to her friend who was smirking wildly.

Everyone liked Oikawa, no doubt. He was handsome and charming but with a shitty personality that only Hajime and their close friends knew. But, that was not what he was worried about. He was worried that you would choose Oikawa instead of him. Everyone always did that.

Your room was the perfect definition of 'organized mess'. There were books and papers scattered on your desk and floor, a pile of clothes on your bed, and your laptop on the floor with numerous tabs open. It was a mess, but a nice mess. Hajime liked it.

Hajime was glad to have you as a partner. You were easy to work with, efficient and broad-minded.

He tried his best not to ogle you all the time, which was practically impossible since you looked so beautiful while you were focused on your work.

Your mom came in, saw all the papers strewn across the expanse of your room, gave the two of you a look, and never came back. You had laughed your head off at this and Hajime couldn't help but laugh with you too. He promised to help you clean later to which you had reluctantly agreed.

The project had turned out great. Hajime smiled proudly at his grade-an A-and decided make Oikawa jealous. You had asked him to have lunch together to which he had agreed right away.

You and Hajime had grown close during the small amount of time you had worked together. Even after finishing it, you would still call him or text him talking about anything and everything. You would even wait for his practice to end and walk home with him.

You had always been talkative around Hajime but today you were eerily silent. Your face was red, too.

"Hey," he said. "Are you sick? Do you want me to take you to the nurse's office?"

"N-No!" You stuttered, waving your hands wildly. "It's just that-that..." you trailed off.

"That what?"

You said something under your breath that Hajime couldn't make out.

Then, there was something covering his face. A piece of paper. "What the-?"

He peeled the paper away from his face and took a good look at it. Hajime's heart sank down to the pit of his stomach. It was not just a piece of paper. It was a love letter. And he knew damn well who it was for. Of course you liked Oikawa. Why had he even thought his feelings would be reciprocated. Dumb, he cursed at himself. Dumbass.

"It's for Oikawa right?" His voice came out more sad and dejected than he had expected. "I can't guarantee a reply-"

"I-It's for you!"

"-but I will give it to him," he continued.

"Don't give it to Oikawa! It's for you Iwaizumi!" You were almost yelling now.

"W-What? This"-he held up the letter-"is for me?"

Hajime was sure his brain had stopped working. You were giving him a love letter?

"Does this mean you like me?" He wanted to make sure it was true. That you were not pranking him.

"Yes!" You sounded so desperate and annoyed. He swore he could see steam rising from your head.

"Thank you!" He almost screamed. "Go out with me, please."

"Y-Yes," you agreed, trying your best to hide your red face.

Hajime's heart melted and he felt like the happiest man on earth. You liked him. Him and not Oikawa. A giddy, love-sick smile formed on his face. He felt weightless like he were floating in space. His chest felt warm.

"Iwa-chan~" Oikawa's voice brought him back. He turned to face Oikawa only to be faced with a teasing smirk. Mattsun and Makki wore similar expressions. Makki whispered something to Mattsun about Hajime getting laid, which Hajime prayed you didn't hear.

"L/N-chan, let me tell you something embarrassing about Iwa-chan," Oikawa giggled and made his way towards you.

"Crappykawa, say one word to L/N about me and I'll make sure you get a concussion during practice," Hajime barked.

You let out a fit of giggles which was soon joined by Mattsun, Makki and Oikawa himself. Hajime smiled a fond smile. He neatly placed the letter in his bag and decided to read it later, in the safety of his room. His chest still felt warm when he sat down and had lunch with the four of you. Maybe love letters aren't all that bad, Hajime thought.

Work by: @smolbean12

Love Letter

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3 years ago

Coward

Tsukishima Kei x Yamaguchi Tadashi, Yamaguchi Tadashi x Yachi Hitoka

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Cursing?? idk

i lowkey like how this turned out. the previous fic was trash and i apologize. i can write better than that. aaand i ship yamayachi!! its like the fluffiest ship evahh!! but i ship tsukkiyama more so there's not much yamayachi here. maybe i'll write for them one fateful day. anyways! enjoy this angst ;D

Coward

Kei saw how Tadashi's cheeks turned red when he first saw Yachi Hitoka. Yachi was kind and cute. Kei could see that too. But, seeing Tadashi blush around Yachi and stare at her for too long made him feel... weird. He couldn't describe clearly how it felt. The closest explanation was that he felt like he swallowed fire and that fire was burning him inside out.

It's fine. He consoles himself. Tadashi still walks, eats and plays with you. However, the tiny voice at the back of his head kept telling him it won't last long.

It didn't.

They were having a sleepover at Kei's house when Tadashi said something. It made Kei believe what the tiny voice kept whispering to him-if only a little bit.

"Hey Tsukki."

"What?" Kei removed his headphones.

Tadashi hesitated. The blonde didn't miss the slight red color dusting his freckled cheeks.

"W-What do you think about Yachi?" he asked.

Kei frowned. He had no particular interest in her. She was smart and drew well.

"Well, she's okay, I guess. Too short, though," he answered. Why are you asking? He wanted ask. But the question never left his mouth. He knew exactly why. Maybe he was scared of hearing the words from Tadashi. Because then it would be a truth and not a fleeting whisper that haunts Kei at night. Coward.

"Oh, alright." He wouldn't meet Kei's eyes. Rubbing the back of his neck, he said, "I think she's cute, you know."

No. I don't wanna know.

He nodded and put on his headphones. He played the music loud enough to be able to drown the tiny voice.

The bell rang signaling the end of the school day. Kei packed his things with no hurry. They didn't have practice today and him and Tadashi had planned to study together for the upcoming test.

He looked up and found Tadashi scurrying out of the class. Confused, Kei called him.

"Sorry Tsukki! Yachi wanted some help with Math. So I'll be studying with her." After giving a half-hearted smile, he hurried off.

That day, for the first time in many years, Kei walked home alone.

Tadashi and Yachi started hanging out more and more. And more and more did the voice grew in Kei's mind. Maybe, he thought. Maybe if he would just confess then the weight in his chest might reduce. He might even be able move on.

Every time he opened his mouth, the words felt like a heavy weight on his tongue, rendering him speechless. Tadashi noticed his abnormal behavior. How could he not? They knew each each other like the back of their hands.

"Tsukki," Tadashi called, worry lacing his tone. "Are you okay? Like okay okay."

He was as okay as a person who had swallowed fire. His throat burned with unsaid words and his heart with unrequited love. He chose to answer Tadashi's question with his favorite lie. "I am okay okay." He seemed more agitated than he wanted to.

Tadashi frowned. Of course he wouldn't buy it. Who was Kei even trying to fool?

"Tsukki."

There it was. That annoying nickname that made Kei's heart beat out his chest, that made him want to hear it more and more. Put it on repeat like the sad songs he had begun to listen to these days.

"What?" Kei was getting really annoyed. He wanted Tadashi to leave him alone and at the same time hug him and never let him go.

"You'll tell me, right? You'll if something's wrong, right?" The worry in Tadashi's voice had increased tenfold and it was not doing wonders to Kei to keep himself from confessing to Tadashi then and there.

"Yeah I will." He lied.

He was absolutely terrified of losing Tadashi after uttering three words—words which were capable of destroying the precious friendship they had built over the course of many years. Kei didn't know if he would be able trust anyone else to the extent he had trusted Tadashi.

Despite the apathetic and salty attitude, Kei considered himself as a big coward.

Exactly a week later, Tadashi told Kei with a huge blush that him and Yachi were dating. Kei patted him on the back and congratulated him with a soft smile. Later that night, he cried himself to sleep listening to the playlist he had recently made, the one which had all the sad songs he could ever name

"Tadashi, stop crying." Kei sighed.

"Sorry Tsukki," said Tadashi and cried even more.

He looked beautiful in his wedding suit which was picked by Kei himself. Ethereal, even. His makeup was light so that his freckles were seen. Kei had to bite down the urge trace patterns on them all day.

He was happy today. He really was. The shrine where the wedding was held looked beautiful. There weren't as much guests. Just some close relatives, Karasuno's alumni and a few other friends.

He adjusted his suit and waited for the ceremony to start. He knew it was Tadashi's happiest day in his life despite the gallons of tears he had shed. Who wouldn't be happy when they were marrying the love of their life?

Yachi, the bride, arrived in a beautiful dress. She looked like she had been crying too. He glanced at Tadashi and saw him looking at Yachi with an expression that screamed love and adoration.

Kei didn't hate Yachi. He couldn't—wouldn't—blame her for 'stealing' Tadashi. They were meant to be and so here they were saying their vows and exchanging rings. Rings which symbolized that what Tadashi and Yachi- no. She was Hitoka Yamaguchi now— had was permanent and would not change. Just like Kei's love for Tadashi, excluding the unrequited part.

He watched the love of his life get married to someone else and felt his heart break all over again. He was happy for them, really. Seeing Tadashi made him happy. But, knowing that he wasn't the cause for his happiness broke him. He stood there, smiling at Tadashi, the fire now consuming what's left of his broken heart and reducing it to ashes.

Maybe, if he had confessed to him early on then he probably wouldn't be this hurt. Maybe, he would have moved on. But, Kei was exactly what he had considered himself long ago—a coward.

Work by: @smolbean12

Coward

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