#■h.j

[pinkdinkydoon]

"hyperion can be beautiful sometimes can't it?" "I don't see what you see."

it's the sometimes sweet things... and this motivated me to draw so. Sketch and doodle below.

[laughing-gunslinger]

I’m sure this has already been done before but I missed drawing one of my favorite worst guys ever

[cupidcures]

𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝? ♡ 𝐇𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

you and your best friend jisung were always tittering on the borderline of a romantic relationship and a platonic one. you thought you knew everything about him, only to be proven wrong in a way you never expected.

PAIRING: han jisung x reader

GENRE: fluff, crack, angst if you squint

WARNING: none, just tooth-rottingly sweet fluff with our dense hannie

DISCLAIMER: this is 100% fiction and doesn’t portray how the featured idols act in reality, this is made purely for entertainment

WORD COUNT: 1.3k

a/n: i recently got back into the very first anime i’ve watched, and the two main protagonists are so OBLIVIOUS to each other’s feelings. there’s literally an ongoing joke within the fandom that the main male protagonist believes that he’s been in a relationship with the female protagonist the whole time despite not having discussed it (natsu and lucy from fairy tail..)😅 but that’s what inspired this very short oneshot LOL. i hope you enjoy!

A yellow beam of sunlight peeked through the transparent material of the window curtain, casting its glow throughout the bedroom. The warmth from the sun bloomed on your skin, greeting you with a pleasant and sunny morning. Fluttering your eyes open, you find yourself face-to-face with your best friend sleeping soundly beside you with his lips slightly parted as you feel his soft and slow breaths tickle your nose.

This was normal to you at this point, you were no longer fazed by the recurring visitor who would sneak into your house almost every day. Was it an invasion of privacy? To most people, definitely. It took some time for you to get used to it, but you didn’t mind it. You had grown quite fond of the quokka boy in front of you—so much so that you’ve found yourself falling in love with him, much to your dismay. How could you not? He has been by your side through thick and thin, and the trust and bond between you two has never wavered. Not once. And here he was, his strong arms wrapped securely around your waist, his legs entangled with yours, and his face just mere inches away.

Staring at his delicate features, you often pondered about whether or not he felt the same way, but you have always been too scared to ruin the friendship that you hold too dear to you, that you’ve just decided to keep all your feelings to yourself and remain on platonic terms with the boy you grew to love more than just a friend would.

As if you were in a fairytale, the dissonant melody of the birds outside on the tree by the windowsill stirred the boy next to you awake. As soon as he made the slightest bit of movement, you closed your eyes and pretended to be asleep, just so you wouldn’t be caught staring at him.

“Mornin’ Y/N.” His raspy voice spoke to you in a gentle manner, and you felt yourself burning up from just the feeling of his gaze on you. Yet, you stuck to your act and kept your eyes closed. It was quiet for a minute or two before the joyful sound of his laughter broke the silence.

“Y/N baby I know you’re awake, weirdo. Why are you pretending to be asleep?”

Here he was with the pet names again. Your heart skipped a beat before speeding up, the blood pumping through your veins and rushing to your face. You hesitantly opened your eyes to a small squint, your eyelashes blurring your vision.

“Hey, Sungie.” Your voice greeted him with a mellow whisper as the sensation of his hand wiped the corner of your lip.

“Ew, you got drool on your face.”

“Shut it, will ya?”

The dynamic between the two of you would constantly fluctuate from flirting and teasing, it was never really consistent. His actions often left you dazed and confused, the borderline between friends and something more than that was blurred beyond clarity—even your closest friends wondered if there was something more going on.

“Is everything alright? You have… this look on your face,” Jisung scrunched his face and sat up, bringing you with him. He leaned his face closer to yours, you assumed to inspect your expression, and you felt your face burn up.

You were confused about a lot of things—but if there was ONE thing that you were sure of, it was the fact that he drove you mad. You had your speculations that he knew your feelings for him and did these things to tease you, but your intuition speaks to you that it isn’t EXACTLY the case. Things have been this way for as long as you can remember, and to be frank, you were getting more and more affected by it.

It was when Jisung stared at your lips and leaned in even closer, that you finally decided you had had enough. Your hands took its place on top of his chest and you pushed him away softly. “Why do you keep doing this?”

A small frown played on his lips. He couldn't read your mind, and you couldn’t read his. “Keep doing what?”

“This!” Your voice grew a little louder as your finger gestured back and forth between him and you. It didn’t seem to help, though. Jisung still looked lost, you were able to tell that he didn’t exactly know what you meant. He was so painfully oblivious.

“I’m sorry for upsetting you, Y/N.” He apologized anyway, despite not knowing what he did wrong. “Is it because I keep sneaking in without your permission? I thought it didn’t bother you because you never said anything, but I’ll stop if you want me to. I’m sorry.”

The frown on his face became more evident, and you started feeling bad for the boy. His eyes watered as he looked down at his hands, fidgeting on the blanket. You let out an audible sigh and shook your head.

“It’s not that. I’m fine with you sneaking in, but leaning in so close to my face? Calling me pet names? Wrapping me so tightly in hugs that would last more than what’s considered normal? Why?”

You were frustrated, to say the least. You felt like your emotions were just being toyed with by your own best friend and you couldn’t take it anymore. His lips quivered and his eyes got watery. For some reason, your questions hurt him.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. I just thought it was normal to do that, I am your boyfriend after all. Do you want to break up with me? Please don’t, I’ll stop it if it makes you uncomfortable, I promise I didn’t know. Did you lose feelings for me?”

And so you stared at him. Silently. It took you a while to process his words in your head—but the more you processed it, the wider your eyes got.

“…you’re my boyfriend?”

Jisung blinked. You blinked. He blinked even more. The look of hurt on his face quickly became replaced with a look of disorientation.

“Uhm? Yeah? We love each other, don’t we? So that makes me your boyfriend? We’ve been together for a while now, Y/N.”

Your jaw dropped to the floor when you heard him utter those words, and suddenly everything started making sense to you. All those times he flirted with you, all the attempts to kiss you, all his protectiveness against other people, and all the hugs and cuddles suddenly made sense. He wasn’t toying around with your feelings at all, he was just reciprocating them. Strings of laughter began to escape your lips as your arms grasped your stomach—Jisung only looked at you in bewilderment.

“Why… why are you laughing?”

“Jisung you‘re so stupid!”

“Hey! I’m trying to be serious here and fix things and you’re over here laughing at me and insulting me?? HOW RUDE!” He crossed his arms with a pout, but he couldn’t hide the underlying look of relief on his face when he saw that you weren’t mad or upset.

“Yes I love you, but you have to ask me to be yours before you could just assume it, idiot!! I didn’t know that you loved me back so I just thought you were playing with my feelings!” You flicked his forehead as he furrowed his eyebrows in disagreement.

“But it‘s obvious that I love you!! I thought that because we feel the same way, we would automatically be a couple!”

“THAT’S NOT HOW IT WORKS!!”

You threw a pillow at Jisung’s face, the sudden impact throwing him off the bed. You could hear him whine childishly from the foot of your bed and so you stuck your tongue out at him, a lovesick grin plastered on both of your faces.

He was such a dork, but you didn’t care because you loved him. And he loved you too.

Masterlist

MASTERTAG (OPEN)! @skzstan12345

[tomoleary]

H.J. Ward - Spicy Mystery, March 1941

[blueiscoool]

1953 Bentley R-Type Continental Fastback Sports Saloon by H.J. Mulliner

[jeongtokkie]

they're rather special to say the least

[thatsbelievable]

[nocnitsa]

Henry Justice Ford

[uwmspeccoll]

Publishers’ Binding Thursday

This week’s publishers’ binding book is Arabian Nights’ Entertainment selected and edited by Scottish poet and novelist Andrew Lang. This edition was published in 1898 in New York and London by Longmans, Green & Co. It contains illustrations of the One Thousand and One Nights tales by English illustrator H.J. Ford, who illustrated several books by Lang. This book is part of our Historical Curriculum Collection of books for children. 

The cover features a deep blue background with a scene of a scaled, horned, winged figure flying through the night sky over an Arabian palace. The spine has the title stamped in gold at the top with the editor’s name underneath and a man carrying a basket on his head at the bottom. 

View more Publishers’ Binding Thursday posts. 

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-- Alice, Special Collections Department Manager 

[lowcountry-gothic]

Lancelot Brings Guenevere to Arthur, by H.J. Ford. Illustration for The Book of Romance by Andrew Lang.

[bloodybosom]

Threatened by an ominous black cat while shackled to an occupied coffin, in a decomposing dress, next to a room of hanging corpses.

Via pulpcovers.com

[pinkdinkydoon]

That UGLY hyperion yellow.

[laughing-gunslinger]

Who will doctor the doctor?

[cupidcures]

𝟏𝟑 ♡ 𝐇𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠

it’s been a year since you and jisung parted ways, but he can’t help but still think of what used to be.

PAIRING: han jisung x reader (slight felix x reader)

GENRE: angst

WARNINGS: none

DISCLAIMER: this is 100% fiction and doesn’t portray how the featured idols act in reality, this is made purely for entertainment.

WORD COUNT: 1.9k (not proofread)

a/n: late night short fic cuz i got bored lol…… i’ll proofread this tmrw when i’m actually FULLY conscious and not half asleep😭 hopefully this actually makes sense when i reread this tmrw haha…

Jisung hates the number 13.

In the far back corner of the cafe, there sat Jisung with nothing but an Arnold Palmer in front of him—the cold precipitation from the drink stuck onto the glass— and his songwriting book. The place was a bit busier than usual, with people coming in and out of the front door, some staying for a while, some leaving right away. He assumed there were more customers since it was raining outside, the drops of the rain clashing with the window imitating that of a cat’s paw hitting the floorboards as it runs across a room.

Today, exactly 14 years ago, marked the day he asked you to be his girlfriend. But exactly a year ago, was the day that you decided to break up with him, tainting this day he used to assimilate with love and happiness, replacing it with sorrow and heartbreak.

And there was nothing he wanted to do more than to go back in time and fight harder for you to stay.

He could recall the memory of that day rather vividly, and it made him want to throw up just thinking about it.

The two of you walked down the dim streets of Korea hand in hand, but silent. Not a single word was uttered. You have been distant the past few weeks leading up to that dreadful moment, and he had no idea why. You sat him down on a bench located in a park and announced that you wanted to break up.

“I want to break up.”

“Wha… What? Why?” Jisung stiffened and looked into your eyes in disbelief. “It’s our 13th anniversary today… What do you mean?”

“You’re not happy with me.”

“What are you talking about? Of course I’m happy with you!” Jisung’s eyebrows knit together in confusion as he reached out for your hand to hold it.

“You say that, but your actions say otherwise.” You laughed weakly, looking down and away from his gaze. “I don’t make you happy. Not anymore. You just don’t want to leave me because I’m all you’ve ever known, and you hate change.”

Silence.

You took that as a chance to keep going. “You love the memories we had together, but you don’t love me. At least, you don’t love me the same way I love you.” Your voice was filled with pain as you trembled, doing everything you could to keep it together and not break down.

“Oh.” Was all he had to say.

“I’ve seen the way you look at that one friend of yours. I’m not stupid. You look at her with the same sparkle in your eyes that used to be for me.” You palmed your hand into fists, tears finally falling freely from your eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d notice. I didn’t even think I would like her that much.” Jisung muttered with pity, staring down at your crying figure and observing the way you so desperately tried to stay calm, but failed.

Your body was wracked with sobs, and you could feel your chest hurting and your throat burning.

It brought Jisung to panic.

“I’ll stay with you. I won’t leave you for her, I’m yours okay? Please don’t cry.” He frowned and bent down to hug you, but he was pushed away.

“No. I don’t need you to stay out of pity, Jisung. I’ve given you everything I could, but it still wasn't enough. I can’t make you happy, and I shouldn’t be selfish and keep you to myself just because I love you.”

“…I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing for you to apologize for. You can’t control your feelings. You stayed respectful to me even if I couldn’t provide you with the needs you wanted, and I’m more than grateful for that.”

That day, he walked you home for the very last time, and that was the last time he has ever laid eyes on you. Despite living in the same area country, you guys haven’t seen each other since.

To say he regrets that day was an understatement.

He tried hitting it off with the girl he thought he gained feelings for, but no matter what they did together, all he was able to think of was you.

The mere infatuation he felt for her was nothing to the love he held for you and only you, and he cursed himself every day without fail for letting you go.

He tried contacting you before, but you blocked him on everything the day it happened to protect your peace, and your friends refused to give him any information about you.

Jisung wanted to blame you for giving up so easily, but he couldn’t bring himself to. He knew it would be a lie. You would never give up without fighting for it, and it was a fight that you have been fighting with yourself in silence for a long time.

He knew that you did this to do what you both thought was the best for him at that time, and it hurt to think about how you didn’t believe that you were the best for him.

Jisung wrote in his songbooks, being lyrical as he always is. He tuned the entire world out, hyper-focusing on the paper in front of him. Every gentle stroke of ink from his pen was for you. He wrote song after song endlessly in hopes that his music would reach you, find you in ways he wasn’t able to. He sings to the world that he knows as you, hoping for even the smallest signs that you’ve heard all words he was unable to say to you through his music.

He has known you since you guys were children, you weren’t lying when you said that you were all he ever knew. The two of you grew up together, learned how to love each other at only age 13, and have spent every day and moment with each other.

You were inseparable until you weren’t.

Jisung missed you more than words could tell.

With every day that passed, the more his hope that you would come back, fades.

That was until he heard a familiar voice. The same tranquilizing and hypnotizing voice he had known for as long as he could remember.

Your voice.

Jisung’s head shot up as you spoke to the cashier at the front who was taking your order. His eyes were wide like platters, and he could feel himself falling in love with you again just by looking.

You had just finished ordering and paying, so you sat down on one of the free tables, unaware of the pair of doe eyes admiring you.

He was captivated by you, just like he always has been in the past. You had cut your long hair short, you wore makeup that accentuated your natural features instead of hiding them, and your fashion had improved immensely. You looked like you were doing great, and he was glad. He never wanted you to ever feel sad.

Jisung quickly packed his stuff up and shoved it into his crossbody bag, getting ready to stand up and walk to you.

You were finally in his line of sight again, and he’d be damned if he didn’t try to win you back.

“Y/N? Hey haha, it’s been a while.” Jisung approached you with a bashful smile as you looked up at him with a shocked expression.

“Ji? Oh my god, hey!”

Your heart skipped a beat.

And so did his.

“How have you been? I haven’t seen you since… yeah.” He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly and you giggled at his antics.

“I’ve been good, how about you? You still look as good as ever.” You got up from your chair to hug him, but only for a brief moment before you pulled back.

Jisung fought the urge to pull you right back in.

“You look amazing. I’ve been good too, life has been a little dull though, not gonna lie.”

“Ah. Is that so?”

“Mhm.”

The two of you stared into each other’s eyes, the look of longing reciprocated between one another.

“Can I take you out? On a date?” Jisung blurted out while blushing profusely. “I miss you.”

You stayed quiet as a pang of hurt and yearning hit your heart. “…I—”

“Sorry for taking so long, had to find parking.” A deep voice interrupted what you were about to say, and the arm belonging to said voice wrapped around your shoulder.

Jisung’s eyes flickered back and forth between you and the man, anger bubbling inside from how close he was to you.

“Hey babe, who’s this?” He smiled at Jisung, whose eye twitched when he heard the nickname.

“Hi, baby!!! This is Jisung, an old friend of mine. Jisung, this is Felix, my boyfriend.” You smiled awkwardly as Felix stretched out his arm and shook his hand. His face was adorned with freckles and his long hair was bleached to a light neutral blonde, he looked like a god.

Jisung swore that he was able to hear his own heart crack.

This was the closest he’s ever had you in an entire year, yet you were so far away.

How could he have let you stray so far from him?

“Hi Jisung, it’s nice to meet you! Are you going to hang around?” He greeted sweetly, offering the chair across the table.

Jisung felt sick to his stomach. He doesn’t know why he expected you to be single, of course you had a boyfriend now. You were incredible, and he could bet that you’re still the same. If not, more so.

“…No. I just came to say hi. It was nice meeting you too, but I’m gonna get going. Bye, Y/N.” Jisung smiled sadly, and without wasting a single second, he rushed to leave before the tears that threatened to spill from his eyes, escape.

‘I shouldn’t have come here.’ Jisung thought to himself. It was pouring out by now, and the rain didn’t seem to be stopping any time soon. Despite the weather conditions, he refused to go under a shade and stay still.

Still, he ran wherever his legs took him. Memories of the two of you together flashed through his mind like a slideshow, each memory attacking his heart with regret and anguish. Memories that now fill him with despair—when just a year ago, these same memories filled him with happiness and love.

Love story. No, this isn’t a love story. Love is kind, and love is patient. Love is sweet, and love is beautiful. And you were just that. You embodied love like second nature, and love came to you.

You, who was once a person who never failed to put him in a state of sweet serenity. You, who was once a person who he would run to whenever something happened. You, who was once the calm center of the storm he called life. You, who was once a person who loved him ceaselessly. And you, who now belongs to somebody who doesn’t make you doubt his feelings for you the way he did.

I still love you. Four words that lingered on the tip of Jisung’s tongue and pen, but never voiced aloud.

This was a story about love, but this wasn’t a love story.

Jisung hates the number 13.

Masterlist

MASTERTAG (OPEN)! @skzstan12345

[tomoleary]

H.J. Ward “Spicy Mystery Stories”

[gameraboy2]

Spicy Detective Stories, June 1935 Cover by H. J. Ward