#wailing. crying and screaming rn

[anachronistic-falsehood]

william immediately crying when he smells the stroganoff………..

[stormyoceans]

THEY ARE MY WHOLE ENTIRE STUPID BLEEDING BEATING HEART SERVED ON A SILVER PLATTER IM GENUINELY RUNNING OUT OF WAYS TO EXPLAIN TO YOU ALL JUST HOW MUCH I LOVE THEM

[josephtrohman]

[dilfkuza]

i feel sick :)

[iron-sides]

😔 ohhh chungpire you and your lame end-season goal will be the death of me

[sugarcoated-lame]

me rn between the new tlou and daredevil born again content today

[naturalbornlosers]

[camellcat]

scrambled thoughts about s4 bc I'm losing my goddamned MIND

just finished s4 of Doctor Who. quick question: how the hell do you go on without Rose Tyler? I can't even imagine I literally. what.

like once s3 rolled around I really fuckin realized I was apparently very much watching this show for ROSE and her dynamic with the Doctor, not the Doctor himself or whatever else lmaoo

ONLY Rose has made me bawl my eyes out, let alone even tear up at all. I just can't even fathom being able to connect with any other plot or character like I did with her and her love for the Doctor.

I just ohh for all of s3 most of s4 I just missed her so much??? like Martha and Donna are great (well, I didn't like Martha at first and you can definitely guess why based on all of this but once s4 rolled around she was great!! loved her) but oh my god they were just no Rose Tyler.

plus WOW I really got so attached to her relationships with other people?? like Donna and Martha's families n whatnot made me feel NOTHING whereas I could not get enough of Jackie and adored Mickey (Mickey is family. he is. I don't care if he's her ex or whatever. he's part of the family). Captain Jack Harkness my one true love (btw just sayin I really think Rose and the Doctor should've gotten a hello kiss. maybe not the Doctor he did not deserve one for leaving Jack but Rose did!! hello!!! you gave them "I'm going to go die" kisses give them "hello we're all still alive missed you" kisses!!!). idk if maybe I was just so clocked out of s3-4 that I missed something but I swear those two just had like no really compelling personal relationships outside of the Doctor, and maybe like one specific family member (lookin at you, gramps).

the fact that Rose ended up liking Martha and Donna though??? dfindsnjdj dying dying DYING I love that she would've been friends with them both. they deserved to all sit and gossip about the Doctor like she did with Sarah Jane right in front of his face.

also oh my god no one why why why please PLEASE I'm not used to consuming sad media I try and avoid it as much as possible and this show is just. just. oh my god.

Rose is so close to what she truly wanted. she'll have a life with the Doctor, but not her Doctor and not the life she fought so hard to get back. instead she's still still still stuck in Pete's World, unable to travel across time and space and save the universe with her Doctor (and don't get me wrong, I love the idea of Tentoo, but it just rubs me the wrong way no matter how I try and look at it. it feels like when a character's memories are erased. they're still technically themselves, but something important is missing all the same. and that thing missing is the TARDIS in this case Tentoo is the best thing she could've gotten lol). I feel like I can't even adequately put it into words why her ending makes me as upset as it does I just hope you Get It. I don't think it would've been good for her to not have ANY other solid relationships like she would've had if she'd gone with the Doctor but also oh my god. oh my god.

and the Doctor is once again without his brilliant, fantastic Rose.

I really hope she doesn't come back though unless it's on her own terms, because she missed her friends or smth. I really hope she's able to travel the world and it be enough for her as long as she's got Tentoo by her side. I really, really hope she's happy and fully in love with Tentoo and they are living the BEST life they can.

Fuck. this SHOW.

[rapono-writes-stuff]

Had the motivation to work on some old WIPs, only to find out I never left any notes to self on what should happen next, expecting future me to "just remember it".

[junkissed]

mm lots to say but i won't say it

[spideyladman]

In addition to the post I made earlier this morning ('I am totally normal rn' <-is lying vibes real rn-) I have a thought connected to that with just hurt my soul completely, even more than the Gloria one.

So you guys know about Skipper running away from Barbieworld, right? To go to babysit a kid somewhere?

I understand that it was quite surely a reference to a movie they released back in March (I honestly did not know the existence of this movie) but let's take a step back a lil.

Now, Weird Barbie told B---ie (now Barbara) that someone was playing wrong with her... but what if in Skipper's case it was played right?

It's kind of strange how Skipper got out of the Barbieworld? Like she needed to make things right? ...Comforting, perhaps?

Until you remember the existence of the movie.

Until you realise that Skipper is a sister.

Until you realise that she literally went to a completely different location just for a child.

Until you realise that she was literally offering a babysitting job to the child's parents.

UNTIL YOU REALISE THAT THE CHILD QUITE SURELY SAW SKIPPER AS AN OLDER SISTER FIGURE AND SAW THE BABYSITTING MOVIE AND WANTED SKIPPER TO BABYSIT THEM BECAUSE THEY WERE PROBABLY LEFT AT HOME A LOT AND SKIPPER WAS THEIR COMFORT PERSON.

AND THEN YOU REALISE THAT MATTELL SAW THAT AND TOOK SKIPPER AWAY FROM HER CHILD.

THEY TOOK AWAY THE CHILD'S FOUND REAL-LIFE SISTER.

[dykeamite]

everyone on tbis app is allergic to happiness

i had a dream

i got everything i wanted

[violetkatgrove]

team fortress 2.........

[jambalaya-enthusiast]

𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒/𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 ;

warnings: woooooh long time no see huh? I was just craving some jimmy fluff but then i was like, eh might as well make these for all the characters. very self indulgent, maybe a little suggestive? some toxic behaviour from jimmy ofc.

sidenote: divider by @saradika-graphics

JIMMY

while people might think this guy is an unhygienic fuck, he's actually far from it. a complete and utter neat freak. he's obsessively cleaning the kitchen at every opportunity that he gets, washes his hands rhe millisecond he touches anything wet.

he wears your hoodie allll the time, but for some reason, doesn't let you wear his. his excuse? "they won't fit you". he doesn't ever disclose why he doesn't want you wearing his clothes, but his justification of wearing your hoodies is always "it just feels right".

he leaves the bathroom light on in his room before he sleeps at night, his reasoning is that he might wake up groggy and hit something, but you already know that he is in fact, very much afraid of the dark.

flinches every time you raise your voice, even when you're laughing. doesn't ever say why.

cooks for you every change he gets, he never boasts his cooking skills, but he's always making sure you smile right while eating it.

sleeps with the TV on static whenever you aren't at home, he reasons by saying the white noise helps him sleep, but it's really to block out the thoughts in his mind.

hums old radio songs while cooking. doesn't like anyone to be in the kitchen when he's cooking.

talks in his sleep a lot, your name more often than not, apologies, and other people's names sometimes.

CURLY

Has a subconscious habit of mirroring your movements, if you're stressed out he's pacing, if you're quiet, he's quiet, if you're sitting with your arms crossed, best believe he's doing it as well.

whenever he is at work and you're at home, he texts you random pictures throughout the day like, "look i saw a bird". "having a sandwich rn". "I'm heading home" with an image of the road.

does not like opening up about his emotions, there is a very big distance between you and his internal turmoil. you can be begging, wailing, and screaming for him to be honest and he'll just be like "don't worry about me".

apologises a lot, even mid sentences, "sorry- do you wanna go to this restaurant? they have sorry- seafood I think?".

from before the two of you started dating to even your 10 year anniversary, he has never ever thrown out/lost a single thing which you've gifted him.

has a bad habit of tapping his feet at a rhythmic motion, sitting, standing, sleeping.

similar to jimmy, has a habit of humming songs.

when he's overwhelmed, he just goes out for a walk, doesn't matter if it's below freezing temperatures, "it just takes his mind off of things".

whenever you guys are walking outside, he gently pushes you away from railings, stairs, lamp-posts. as if you're a glass doll, who can break at any little pressure.

ANYA

sometimes you hear her cry in the bathroom due to work related stress, but absolutely doesn't want you to know, she doesn't want you to think she's 'weak'.

whenever she has nightmares, she doesn't wake up gasping, or yell, or cry, just wraps herself around you as if it's the last day on earth.

leaves sticky notes on the fridge with reminders like, "take ur meds". "the milk is spoiled". "Love you so much".

strictly makes you go to routine doctor appointments, be it the dentist, ophthalmologist, the freaking bone doctors. ( el oh el )

keeps every single prescription bottle as if they're her personal trophies.

she chews the end of pens and pencils, you've tried to knock her out of it, but she tends to resume the habit rather fast.

she takes unusually long, and extremely hot showers whenever she's overwhelmed.

tunes her voice to match your comfort level, if you're stressed, she'll talk very softly, if you're excited, her voice tone will rise.

despite knowing about the human psyche, she gets extremely scared whenever she feels there's something off about the way you looked at her, or said 'I love you'.

SWANSEA

extremely afraid of being vulnerable with you, fixes your electrical appliances without you ever asking, but doesn't ever say 'i love you' first.

kisses you as if it's the first and last time ever, as if he won't get another chance.

builds you stuff, shelves for your books, maybe counter tops, bookshelves, a whole ass wooden closet.

when you're putting on makeup or getting ready, he likes staring at you. there's this deep sense of love and adoration in his eyes that he will never ever admit.

always forgets one of his mechanical tools in the kitchen, you'll always find a screwdriver or hammer laying around while trying to make breakfast.

sleeps on the couch during arguments, but checks up on you in the middle of the night to make sure you're sleeping alright.

sometimes, he lets out a grunt instead of answering, you've learned to translate it over time.

he always, ALWAYS. let's you have the last serving of food, doesn't matter if he's still hungry, he says that he's full. this is due to his years of unemployment due to alcoholism, he's seen the lack of food on his plate, doesn't EVER want to let you feel that way even when you guys are financially stable.

opens tight jars and cans and closes them a bit loosened, you think you've gotten stronger, you haven't.

he cuts conversations short if he notices that you're overstimulated, takes the hint and leaves the room.

will never EVER let you see him break.

DAISUKE

He's the kind of partner that gives you all of him, yet thinks he's not doing a good enough job, says 'I love you' like it's his full time job, because he's afraid the silence might steal you.

unknowingly bottles up his resentment because he doesn't know how to confront you about something, this usually results in outbursts with him yelling "am I not doing enough for you?!'.

texts you every time he finds something cute and says, "this reminded me of you :)".

had picked up a nasty smoking habit, he swears to you that he has quit, but chews bubblegum to mask the smell, you find out every time tho.

leaves cabinets and drawers open, you scold him every time but he somehow always forgets.

picks at his lips whenever he's nervous.

he checks the room for your reaction first before he speaks, you approval matters the most to him.

starts wearing the colours of clothes you compliment him in. oh you think pink looks good on him? guess who has a closet full of pink hoodies and t-shirts now.

[blissfulflw]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𝐵𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒

Pairing- Yu Jimin (Karina) x fem reader

Genre- Angst

Word count- 5423

A/N:Okk so I’ve been in a writing mood recently. This is one of my fav angst fics by far even though I only have like two other fics rn..

The first time Jimin broke down in front of you, it wasn’t loud. It was quiet—so quiet, you almost didn’t notice.

She sat at the edge of your bed in her hoodie, makeup smudged beneath her tired eyes, phone gripped loosely in her hand. Her schedule for the week still blinked across the screen. Practice. Recording. Interviews. Fan sign. Repeat.

You had just come out of the shower when you saw her there. Back hunched, head down.

“Jimin?” you asked softly.

No answer.

Only the softest shake of her head.

You sat beside her, towel still around your neck, and waited.

That’s when the first tear slipped down her cheek.

She didn’t sob. Didn’t wail. Just crumbled. Like something inside her gave up.

“I’m so tired,” she whispered.

You reached for her hand. “I know.”

“No, you don’t.” Her voice cracked, bitter and hollow. “I give everything, Y/N. Every part of me. I rehearse until my legs shake. I smile until my jaw aches. I sit in interviews and tell them what they want to hear. I never complain. I’m perfect for them. But it’s never enough.”

Your fingers curled around hers tighter. “You’re not alone.”

She looked at you like she wanted to believe that. Like she needed to.

“I just…” she breathed, “I wanted this. I chose this. But I didn’t think it would hurt like this.”

You pulled her into you then, arms wrapping around her tightly as she trembled in your hold. You let her cry into your shoulder, words spilling between shallow breaths—about the weight, the pressure, the loneliness.

She told you how she didn’t feel like a person anymore. Just an image. A machine with glitter and gloss painted on top.

And when she was done, when her voice faded to a whisper, you whispered back the only truth that mattered:

“I love you. All of you. Even the pieces they don’t see.”

⸻

That night changed everything.

She clung to you like a lifeline after that—small touches, soft kisses in the dark, quiet good mornings whispered against your collarbone. She found peace in your silence, safety in your arms.

And you… you fell.

Harder than you meant to. Deeper than you thought was possible.

You weren’t sure when it shifted from love to something more. But one night, in the dark, as her fingers brushed against your cheek and she said “You’re my home,” you knew you’d never feel that kind of love again.

Of course, it didn’t last.

The world never lets girls like you and her stay soft.

It started with rumors. A blurry photo. A thread on Twitter that gained traction too fast. Fans dissected every second of her eye contact, every matching accessory, every shared moment that had slipped through.

Jimin didn’t say a word at first.

Not to you. Not to her team.

She just… distanced.

She’d kiss your forehead instead of your lips. Text less. Stay longer at practice.

And when the company called her in, you already knew what was coming.

That night, she came to you with her hands in fists and her voice shaking.

“They’re making me choose.”

You stared at her. “Between what?”

She didn’t answer.

You already knew.

Between the career she gave her soul to…

And you.

The only place she ever felt like a person.

⸻

You didn’t make her choose. You wanted to—wanted to scream at her to pick you, to stay, to fight. But the look in her eyes… it wasn’t indecision.

It was grief.

She had already chosen.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, voice breaking. “I love you. But I— I can’t walk away. Not now. Not after everything. I worked so hard for this.”

You didn’t say anything.

Because there was nothing left to say.

You didn’t go to her debut stage afterward. Didn’t watch her variety appearances. Didn’t check her fancams.

You tried to erase her from your life like she’d been forced to erase you from hers.

But some things don’t leave so easily.

Months passed.

You saw her face everywhere. Storefronts. Billboards. Ad banners. She looked happy in them. Almost.

But when the tour dates dropped, something inside you ached.

You weren’t sure why you bought the ticket.

Maybe part of you needed closure. Maybe part of you still hoped she’d see you in the crowd and feel the same thing you did—this constant, unbearable longing.

⸻

And then the night came.

You stood in a sea of fans, lights waving in the air, chants echoing like thunder. Jimin was front and center, radiant, flawless, glowing.

But her eyes scanned the crowd like she was looking for something.

And then they landed on you.

You saw her freeze.

Just for a second.

Just long enough.

You didn’t smile. Didn’t wave.

But your eyes held hers.

And suddenly—everything shattered.

You saw it in her face. The cracks in her perfect mask. The flicker of pain in her smile. The way her next note wobbled just slightly.

You weren’t supposed to be here.

You were supposed to be gone.

Forgotten.

But she hadn’t. Not really.

And neither had you.

The concert ended, but the silence between you and Jimin was deafening. Despite the distance, your eyes had met, and in that fleeting moment, a thousand unspoken words passed between you.

Backstage, Jimin sat alone, the weight of her choices pressing down on her. The cheers of the crowd still echoed in her ears, but they felt hollow. She had achieved her dream, but at what cost?

Her phone buzzed incessantly—messages from fans, her agency, and the media flooded in. The news of her relationship had spread like wildfire, and the backlash was swift and brutal. Fans felt betrayed, accusing her of prioritizing personal happiness over their support. Protest trucks with electronic billboards displayed messages of disappointment outside her agency’s headquarters, demanding apologies and questioning her loyalty.

Under immense pressure, Jimin released a handwritten apology on social media, expressing remorse for surprising her fans and promising to be more mature and hardworking in the future.

Despite her efforts, the damage was done. The agency presented her with an ultimatum: end the relationship or risk her career. Torn between her love for you and her dedication to her fans and team, Jimin made the painful decision to prioritize her career.

You, on the other hand, were left in the shadows, grappling with the loss of the woman who had been your anchor. The memories of shared laughter, whispered dreams, and tender moments haunted you. Every song on the radio, every billboard, every social media post was a reminder of what you had lost.

Your world had become a monochrome canvas, devoid of the vibrant colors Jimin had once painted into your life. The pain was a constant companion, a dull ache that refused to fade.

As the days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, both of you tried to move on, but the void remained. Jimin threw herself into her work, masking her pain with rehearsals and performances. You attempted to rebuild your life, seeking solace in familiar routines and the support of friends.

Yet, neither of you could escape the lingering question: What if?

You told yourself you wouldn’t cry again.

But as you lay on your bed weeks after the concert, staring at the ceiling in the dark, her voice came back to you—not from your phone, not from a video, but from memory.

The way she whispered your name.

The way she said “I’m sorry” like it cost her everything.

And it did, didn’t it?

She gave you up. For a dream.

A dream you always knew she loved first.

Still, it didn’t stop the hurt…

The world didn’t stop when Jimin told the truth.

The internet broke, yes. Headlines ran wild. Her company scrambled. Fans argued.

But the world itself kept turning.

And so did yours.

You waited in your apartment that night, curled up on the couch, watching the livestream end with shaky breath.

She had said it. Your love—tender, fragile, true—spoken into the world.

You didn’t ask her to.

But she did it anyway.

_________

It took you a week to work up the courage to call her.

After the livestream. After she said she’d been in love. After she looked at the camera like she was staring through the screen and into your bones.

You needed to know. For sure.

So you called.

She answered on the third ring. “Hey.”

Your heart stuttered.

You tried to sound casual. “So… the livestream.”

Silence.

Then, her voice—flat, practiced. “Yeah. That.”

“Did you do that… for me?”

Another pause. Too long. Too careful.

“No,” she said. And it landed like a blade. “It was spontaneous.”

You froze.

“Oh.”

“I wasn’t thinking clearly. It was stupid.” She forced a laugh. “I mean, look at what happened. Fans leaving. Sponsors dropping. People turning their backs.”

You didn’t say anything.

And still, she kept going. Digging the knife deeper, even though her voice cracked like it didn’t want to.

“If anything, I kind of… hate you for it.”

There it was. The final blow.

You swallowed back the scream. “Right.”

“I have to go,” she said quickly. “Sorry.”

Click.

The line went dead.

You stared at the phone for a long time. Breathing slowly. Shaking.

You didn’t know she was crying too. That she had turned off her phone and curled up on her dorm bed, clutching the pillow she once stole from you. Whispering the things she couldn’t say out loud:

“I did it for you.”

“I never stopped loving you.”

“I just… didn’t know how to be brave twice.”

But she never called back. And you never asked again.

And that was how it ended.

Not with hate. Not with closure.

Just with silence.

And all the words left unsaid.

Days passed, but you still couldn’t shake the weight of the phone call.

You went through the motions of life—work, eating, trying to be social—but everything felt numb. The laughter of your friends was too distant, their smiles too bright, too unaware of the ache that gnawed at you. You sat alone at night, watching the moon drift across the sky from your window, as if time itself were mocking you.

Jimin’s words kept replaying in your mind, each syllable stabbing deeper than the last. She had been so sure, so distant when she said them. “I kind of hate you for it.”

The bitter taste of her words filled your throat, leaving you gasping for air as you clung to the only thing that remained from her—the memory.

You tried to reach out after that. Another message. Another call. But nothing came of it. No apologies. No explanations. Just silence.

⸻

Jimin, too, had her own demons to wrestle with.

The aftermath of her decision was crushing, but she hid it well. The public still adored her. She was still the star. But each smile felt like a mask, each performance a hollow echo of what it used to be.

She had built her world on the approval of others, on the adoration of fans who would turn on her in an instant if they knew the truth. And now? She was paying the price. She’d made a choice, but the cost was more than she could have ever prepared for.

In the quiet moments, when the stage lights dimmed and the cameras were turned off, Jimin would find herself staring at the walls of her dorm room, heart aching for something she couldn’t reach anymore. For someone she had lost in her desperation to hold on to everything else.

Her phone sat on the bedside table, but she never picked it up. She couldn’t. Not after what she’d said. The damage was done, and no matter how much she wished she could take them back, they lingered in the space between them like a toxic fog.

What hurt the most was that she knew she’d never be able to say the truth. Not to you, not to anyone. She had let fear and insecurity guide her, and now, she had lost you for good.

⸻

It was a week before you saw her again.

It happened by accident. You had gone to a concert, just to escape the suffocating loneliness that had taken over your life. You hadn’t planned on seeing her, and you certainly hadn’t planned on feeling your heart twist in your chest when you saw her on stage.

She was there, right in front of you, smiling at the crowd like she had everything under control. The crowd cheered. They adored her.

But you couldn’t take your eyes off her.

Her eyes flicked to the crowd for a moment, and when they landed on you, everything seemed to stop. Her smile faltered for just a second, but it was enough. The recognition was there, clear as day.

You felt your heart stop.

And in that moment, you knew she hadn’t moved on. Not really.

⸻

After the concert, you walked through the parking lot, hoping to slip out unnoticed. But you couldn’t escape. You heard footsteps behind you, hesitant and unsure.

“Y/N,” she called, her voice barely above a whisper.

You froze.

Her presence was like a storm. It flooded your senses, and suddenly, you were back in that space—the space where everything had once felt possible. Where you had been her world, and she had been yours. But now, it was all shattered.

“I didn’t think I’d see you again,” you said, your voice shaking more than you wanted to admit.

Jimin stepped closer, looking lost. “I… I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“Too late for that,” you whispered, turning away from her, not able to face the pain in her eyes.

“No, please,” she begged, catching your arm gently, pulling you back to her. “I didn’t mean it. You have to believe me.”

You stared at her hand on your arm, warmth radiating from her touch, but you felt cold. You pulled away, a part of you wanting to run. “Then why did you say it?”

Her eyes filled with regret, tears brimming at the corners. She blinked them away quickly. “Because I was scared. Scared of losing everything. My fans, my career. I thought that if I was honest about us, everything would fall apart. But now I realize… it already did.”

You shook your head, the anger and hurt bubbling up inside you, too much to contain. “You had everything, Jimin. But you let it go. For your fans, for your career… and now, for your pride.”

“I don’t know how to fix it,” she said quietly, the words barely above a whisper. “I can’t undo the damage.”

You looked at her, really looked at her, and saw the hollow pain in her expression. She had broken herself trying to hold everything together, and now there was nothing left to give.

“I can’t keep doing this,” you said, your voice breaking. “I can’t keep waiting for you to realize what you threw away.”

⸻

Days turned into weeks. The space between you and Jimin remained vast. She tried to reach out, sending messages, trying to explain herself. But each one was a pale imitation of what she truly wanted to say.

And every time, you pushed her away.

It wasn’t until months later that you finally found the courage to send her one last message.

“Do you still love me?”

There was no response for a long time.

Then, finally, her reply came.

“No. I don’t.”

You stared at the message, the words searing through you like a final betrayal.

She hadn’t loved you. Not in the way you had hoped. She never had. She had been scared of what she could have lost, and in doing so, she lost the one person who had always loved her without condition.

“I did it for them. I did it for me.”

The message was a lie. A carefully crafted lie. And you knew it.

You stared at her name on your screen, your fingers trembling. The weight of everything came crashing down, and you realized there was nothing left. Not for you. Not for her.

The truth would never be said. You both would remain stuck in this endless loop of regret and silence.

And as you sat in the quiet of your room, the finality of it all settled in.

You would never be what you once were to her.

⸻

The nights were the hardest.

Jimin found herself lying awake in the stillness of her room, staring at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to come. But sleep never seemed to come when her heart was so heavy. The silence between her and you, the words she had said, lingered in the quiet. It was as though everything had faded, and the only thing she could hear was the echo of her own mistakes.

She had said it was spontaneous. She had convinced herself that it was a decision made on impulse, that she hadn’t meant to lose you. But deep down, she knew the truth. It wasn’t just about her career or the fans—it was about fear. Fear of vulnerability. Fear of letting herself love someone so completely, so fully, that there was no way to come back from it when it was gone.

And now it was gone.

Her phone sat on the desk, unopened. No messages from you. No calls. Every time she thought about reaching out, she froze. What would she even say? How could she undo the damage?

She had made the choice to protect herself, to protect everything she had built. But in doing so, she had destroyed the one thing that could have been hers forever.

She stood in front of the mirror one night, her eyes swollen from yet another round of tears. She ran her fingers through her hair, trying to piece together the shattered parts of herself, but the reflection staring back at her felt foreign.

Could I ever be loved again?

The question haunted her.

She had always been the center of attention, adored by her fans, her team, and the world. But none of that ever felt real—not in the way it had when you were by her side.

You had been hers. Her safe place. The person who knew her better than anyone. The one who saw the sides of her no one else could. And now, there was an empty space in her heart where you used to be.

A few weeks later, after everything had quieted down, Jimin sat backstage at a photoshoot, her mind wandering. The team was bustling around her, but she was distant. The words from that last conversation with you, the message that had ripped through her like a storm, kept replaying in her mind.

“I did it for them. I did it for me.”

But it wasn’t true. She had done it for fear. She had done it because she couldn’t imagine a life without her career, without her fans, without the identity she had spent so long building. But in the end, all of that had crumbled away.

Her eyes fell to the floor, to the scattered notes from the stylist, the makeup artist’s bag, and the mirror where she once saw the reflection of someone who had it all.

And she wondered—Could I ever be loved again?

Could she find someone who would see her the way you had? Could anyone truly understand her like you had?

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door. A familiar voice called out to her. “Jimin, you’re up next.”

She stood up, wiped away the traces of her tears, and forced a smile. The mask went back on, but it didn’t feel the same. It felt heavier now. It felt like something she had to wear, not something that came naturally.

As she sat in front of the camera moments later, the bright lights almost blinding her, the image of you appeared in her mind like a haunting. Your smile, the warmth in your eyes when you looked at her, the way your hands held hers, grounding her.

You were mine.

She could almost hear her own voice whispering it, but the words felt impossible now. You were gone, and she had pushed you away.

But in the silence of the photoshoot, in the cold, bright lights, she realized something that tore through her chest like nothing else ever had.

You were hers.

Her soulmate. Her lover. Her safe place.

And she had let you slip through her fingers.

The thought of someone else holding your hand, laughing with you, loving you in the way she never could anymore, crushed her.

Jimin had always been afraid of being vulnerable, afraid of giving herself fully to someone. But the truth was, you had given her the courage to do it. You had shown her a love that was so raw, so real, that she couldn’t imagine giving it to anyone else.

Could I love someone else the way I loved you? she wondered, and the answer was clear in her chest.

No.

She would never love anyone the same way. No one could fill the space you had left. No one could be hers like you had been.

⸻

The photoshoot ended, but Jimin couldn’t shake the feeling. It gnawed at her every time she saw a smile, heard a laugh, or felt the emptiness of the world around her. Every song she performed, every interview she gave, was just a reminder of how far she had fallen from the person who had made her feel whole.

And the worst part? She couldn’t even bring herself to fix it. Her pride, her fear, all of it stood between her and the one thing she wanted more than anything: you.

But you were gone now.

⸻

Jimin stood in front of her bedroom window that night, the city lights twinkling like a distant memory. She couldn’t help but think of the time you had spent together—the late-night talks, the shared laughter, the closeness that had felt so natural.

Was it always meant to end this way? she wondered.

She wrapped her arms around herself, the ache inside her chest threatening to swallow her whole.

No matter how much she tried to convince herself otherwise, Jimin knew the truth now.

She had lost you. And nothing in this world could bring you back.

Jimin’s Perspective:

It had been weeks since she last saw you, and every day felt like she was drowning in a sea of unspoken words, regrets, and heartache.

Jimin’s world had gone silent. She had become a puppet, moving through the motions of her life but never truly feeling anything. She put on her mask for her fans, for the cameras, for the public who still adored her, but behind the smile was a heart that had been shattered by its own hands. The image of you, the one person who had made her feel loved, was all she could think about. She couldn’t escape it. No matter how hard she tried to fill the void with the endless applause or the flashing lights of her performances, there was only one thing missing: you.

She had let you slip through her fingers—she had chosen her career, her fans, her image, over you. Over the one person who would have loved her endlessly, despite everything. But it was too late now. She knew that. The damage had been done. And now, in the silence of her room, she couldn’t deny the truth anymore.

I lost her. I lost everything.

She had tried to tell herself that she had done the right thing, that her career was too important, that she couldn’t risk everything for one person. But the hollow feeling inside her was unbearable. No matter how much she tried to distract herself, the truth clawed at her: I can’t love anyone else the way I loved her.

Every time she went to pick up her phone, every time she thought about reaching out, her heart would stop. She couldn’t. She had already hurt you enough. The lies, the silence, the distance—it was too much. You deserved more. You deserved someone who could give you everything, without hesitation, without holding back.

But Jimin wasn’t that person anymore. Not for you. Not after everything she had done.

She paced back and forth in her room, her thoughts spiraling as she gazed at the phone on her desk. She had the power to contact you. She could send one message, one call, and maybe everything could change. Maybe you would forgive her. Maybe there was a chance for them, after all.

But she knew better. Deep down, Jimin knew the truth: This was for the best.

She had to let you go. For both of you.

She could never hurt you again. She couldn’t drag you through the pain of loving someone who couldn’t give her all. And no matter how much it hurt her to think about it, she knew this was the only way.

The thought of losing you forever felt like a wound that would never heal, but it was the price she had to pay for her selfishness, for her fear.

With trembling hands, she wrote the message. Her fingers hovered over the screen, the words so heavy that she almost couldn’t bring herself to type them.

“I really hate you, you know? I hate the fact that I’m so in love with you. That I’m so incredibly selfish, I can’t commit to you, I can’t love you the amount you deserve to be loved, the amount you should be. And I don’t want to burden you with having an unworthy lover. I can’t keep doing this. I don’t want to hurt you anymore, and I know that we’re already split but this is my final message to you, forever. I love you, so so much, but I want you to be happy. Even if it means, without me.”

⸻

The finality of it hit her harder than she had expected. As soon as she hit send, she felt as though her heart had been ripped from her chest.

She cried herself to sleep that night, knowing that the pain wouldn’t go away. She had made the choice, but it was a choice that would haunt her forever.

She had loved you. She had loved you with every ounce of her being. But love wasn’t always enough. Not when the price of that love was too high.

In her heart, she knew that she had to leave you alone. It hurt. It always would. But it was the only way she could protect you—and herself.

And maybe, just maybe, you’d find happiness without her.

Your Perspective:

You hadn’t expected the message.

To be honest, you hadn’t expected anything from Jimin. After everything that had happened, you had come to terms with the painful truth: she had made her choice. She had chosen her fans, her career, over you, and there was no way to go back. You had tried to move on, tried to distract yourself with work, with friends, with anything that would keep your mind from thinking of her, but it never worked. Every corner of your life reminded you of her. Every quiet moment felt empty without her laughter, her smile, her touch.

And then, out of nowhere, her message appeared.

The words were like a punch to your gut, as if all the air had been sucked from your lungs in one go. “I can’t keep doing this. I don’t want to hurt you anymore.” You read those words over and over, your vision blurring as tears welled up in your eyes. She’s really doing this. She’s leaving me for good.

You had been so sure—so convinced—that you would get a chance to talk to her, to understand her side of things, to maybe find a way to fix what had been broken. But now, in the cold silence of your room, you realized that wasn’t going to happen. She had made up her mind, and this time, there was no turning back.

You clutched your phone tightly, the words burning through your chest. You didn’t know if you wanted to scream or cry. You wanted to fight back, to beg her to stay, to tell her you still loved her. But part of you knew it wouldn’t change anything. Part of you knew that she had already decided.

It was like the final chapter of a book you didn’t want to end.

Jimin had been your everything. She had been your light in the darkest times, the one person who made you feel seen, heard, and loved. But now, she was choosing to walk away. She was choosing to bury that love, to let it go because it hurt too much to keep holding on.

And you couldn’t blame her for it. Not really. She was doing what she thought was best, and maybe it was. But it didn’t make it hurt any less.

The next few days passed in a haze. You didn’t reach out to Jimin. You didn’t try to make things right. You couldn’t. You had to respect her decision, even if it broke you in ways you didn’t think possible.

But you couldn’t help but wonder, in the quiet moments, Did she really love me?

And in the end, that question would linger in your mind forever. Because love, as beautiful as it was, wasn’t always enough.

⸻

You never saw her again.

There were no phone calls. No accidental meetings on quiet streets. No backstage visits, no anonymous letters slipped under doors. Just silence.

Jimin disappeared from your life like a ghost — a phantom that had once been everything. The days bled into each other, the weight of her absence shaping your world in new and painful ways. You’d wake up expecting a message that never came. You’d catch your breath every time a familiar song played, or when the scent of her perfume clung to someone else in passing.

You wondered what she was doing. If she ever smiled the way she used to. If she lay in bed at night and thought about you — about what you were doing, about how you were surviving. About how she had ripped your heart out and walked away.

You tried to hate her. You tried to forget her.

But you couldn’t.

Because love like that doesn’t vanish. It just changes shape — becomes something heavier. Something hollow. Something you carry with you like a wound that never quite heals.

And Jimin?

She rose higher than ever in the public eye. She smiled for the cameras. She stood in glittering lights, singing lyrics that once belonged to both of you, her voice steady, her image untouchable. She became everything the world asked her to be.

But no one saw the way she stood a little too long on stage after each encore. No one heard the way her voice cracked when she sang the songs you loved. No one knew that the girl in the spotlight had left the only piece of her soul that mattered behind.

She had made the choice. And she lived with it.

But it wasn’t living. Not really.

She told herself she did it for you. For your freedom. For your healing. But late at night, when she sat alone in a sea of hotel rooms and fleeting company, she knew the truth.

She did it because she was afraid.

And now you were gone.

Not dead, not disappeared — just unreachable. Untouchable. A name she would never say again, a memory she would never stop grieving.

And even as the world praised her, Jimin knew she had lost the only thing that ever truly mattered.

You.

And you — you were learning to breathe again. You smiled sometimes, even laughed. But nothing ever tasted the same. Not coffee, not the sky, not your own name. You moved forward because you had no choice.

But in your quietest moments, you still wondered what would’ve happened if she had stayed.

And in hers, she still whispered apologies to the silence.

There was no reunion. No second chance.

Only the ache of almost.

Only the echo of a love that couldn’t survive the world.

Only the two of you, still loving each other in a language that could no longer be spoken.

[sweetheartsaku]

(HQ) i'll do the dishes we'll carry the load

𝜗𝜚 HAIKYUU!! VARIOUS: 𝓛ANTANA.

a/n: [fem!reader] i have 3 wips in my drafts but i chose to start a whole new one 😎

— characters : atsumu, iwaizumi, sakusa, osamu

atsumu miya ; dance with you tonight - laufey

ATSUMU MIYA GET BEHIND ME to all the people who say atsumu treats all girls like trash, (LOUD BUZZER NOISE) it is such a common headcannon he's a mommy's boy?? such a common headcannon that the twins grew up with their mother?? hello?? would most definitely treat you beyond well ⁽⁽(੭ꐦ •̀Д•́ )੭*⁾⁾ !!

bites his straw omg. samu HATES it, especially when they’re sharing drinks then he finds his fresh beverages straw on its last thread. does the same with you unintentionally, making it literally impossible to drink from LMAO. its atsumu so i let it pass

has a dimple on his left cheek, matching with his twin brother whose dimple is on the right!!! he loves when you kiss and poke it. whenever he's focused, he bites his cheek, and you can see the little dimple there too.

gets you so many little trinkets and souvenirs from when he goes to away-games, always thinking of you!! sends you pictures of sunsets he sees, gets you seashell necklaces and ones with your initials except you get his and he gets yours ♡ bokuto and hinata also try help him, but the best they could pick up was a pebble the same colour as your eyes.

"you wanna kiss me soooo bad"

hajime iwaizumi ; super rich kids - frank ocean

put his hands on your head or waist when your close or about to hit something.. like you could be getting something from under the table and his hand would protect the spot where you could hit your head on 😖💞 same thing with your waist, always holding it close so you don’t bump into strangers on the road

strong believer of sidewalk rule. will switch your places EVER so gently (IWAIZUMI HAJIME THE MAN YOU ARE). loooooves slithering his hands around your waist and adooooores the pudgy stuff under your shirt. he just finds every inch of you beautiful from the bottom to the top!!! (he js like me frfr u is gorjus bae)

would carry you when your feet/heels hurt. the INSTANT he hears a slight groan of pain he will actually already be down there unbuckling the clip of the heel LMAO. props you up on his back and holds you up with so much pride.. his favourite heels to unbuckle are valentino’s and ysl. got the valentino’s for you on your 3rd year anniversary and the ysl on your 4th. maybe he’s gonna get on one knee while he’s down there too

smells like an insane amount of axe body spray unfortunately.. sorry iwa enthusiasts

kiyoomi sakusa ; coming home - beabadoobee

really loves claw clips. whether it be on you, or on himself and literally just in general. really loves when you wear the pearlier colours, especially teal and lime mixed with yellows etc... he also likes the clips on himself when he's cleaning

haircare routine goes HARD!! always having 2 lathers of shampoo, 1 layer of conditioner then another layer of leave-in conditioner, protection products and after allat he has curl serum (he does it with a scalp massager too btw)

keeping the kita shinsuke + sakusa kiyoomi crocheting agendas up rn. as a kid his family was always prioritised with work at the hospital so he'd always just sit in the corner of the waiting room with his thoughts, till one day this elderly lady who always had weekly checkups would teach him how to crochet. he made things for his family, but they never accepted/used it, so he just stopped after elementary school. but ever since he met you, he suddenly felt his hands tug towards the hooks a little harder

favourite scents are lime and herbs, but not together. likes lemon and lime sprays, window cleaner and wipes. secondly, loves herbs because it reminds him of the grandma that taught him to crochet 🥹(screaming, crying, wailing, throwing up, bashing head on wall.)

would peel your pomegranates (he hates messes)

osamu miya ; a piece of you - nathaniel constantin

found you watching those wax slime/asmr/clay cracking/mini foods/recipes on tiktok/mukbangs ONCE, and ever since then he's been a tad more dedicated to making special sweet treats for you after closing at onigiri miya ♡

this is like on the verge of ick and cute, but he likes to boop your nose with flour or your hand while you're baking. ya'll could be kneading impossibly close, and he'll sprinkle a bit of flour on you or randomly boop your nose 😭

always carries hair ties for you. in the kitchen he can’t have them on, but anywhere else he has one on him. since he basically lives in the kitchen, he’d prefer you to just stay there with him instead LMAO. the “anywhere else” in question is wherever you desire... but adores trying new cuisines with you. the hair tie helps tie your hair back while you eat btw <3

his hands smell like dishwashing liquid, even after the endless lathers of strong candy apple hand-soap, the scent of the liquid still lingers on his hand! you can smell it when you hold it on movie nights, or kiss it goodnight hehe

has a dimple on his right cheek, except his dimple is way deeper than atsumu's. you can see it when he chews

would peel your oranges