Czasami się zastanawiam po co ja żyję. Przecież nie jestem nikomu potrzebna. Gdybym zniknęła nikt by się nie przejął. Oni nawet nie zauważyliby, że mnie nie ma. Nawet rodzina. NIKT. A czemu? Bo jestem nic nieznaczącym gównem. Błędem życiowym. Wszystkim co najgorsze. Po co mam żyć skoro nie mam dla kogo? Najlepiej dla wszystkich byłoby gdybym odeszła. Na zawsze
Yanno, these people must live a pretty blessed and easy lives if they think someone disagreeing with their decision to place their luxury wants above another human being’s livelihood is equivalent to racism or anti-LGBTQA sentiment.
Ava chan!! I have a prompt for you coz you're killing it...writing Kagehina intimacy i mean.. you know how much i love intimacy that comes from some sadness...So prompt #11 please!!! <3
OH SHIT HITTIN ME RIGHT IN THE FEELS (I WILL TRY TO CONTINUE TO “KILL IT”)
11. You’ve said you’re going to leave, but I don’t want you to go and if I don’t say something now…
Kagehina. College fic. Unestablished Relationship.
The movie comes to an end too soon, in Kageyama’s opinion. He’s not really one for curling up with popcorn and watching a movie, but whenever Hinata’s involved, things just kind of… happen.
They didn’t have anything to do on a Friday night, being lame freshman volleyball losers without girlfriends, so Hinata had suggested a movie and Kageyama had suggested his dorm room and then they’d gotten instant soup at the campus quick-mart and burned their tongues on too hot ramen cups as the opening credits rolled on the screen of Kageyama’s ancient laptop. He had stacked it on top of all the textbooks he wasn’t reading for class so they wouldn’t knock it over or trip over the power cord while watching, but really it was because he didn’t want it to get in between him and the possibility of Hinata’s sleepy, cuddle-prone limbs.