#I'm not a perfect person but I will not sink THAT low lmao

[antiradqueer]

Hey tumblr.

It's Luna, or more, someone of us who has no clue who they are right now. We feel like the embodiment of being sick and tired and just so done.

We have been thinking long and hard about what to write in this post or if we even want to make a post like this, but now that we're typing out these words, we don't know why we put it off so long.

We are permanently fucking off from the radqueer discourse. We can't take it anymore and we don't care anymore. We've lost all empathy and sympathy for everyone and everything involved in this shitshow, no matter which side they're on. The reason for this is not that we suddenly are neutral, we are still anti-radqueer, but we are so burned out and just start to dissociate the second we open the tags or see a radqueer post in the wild. We're naturally low empathy to begin with, but now every last ounce of that is completely gone when it comes to this topic, plus we just... don't care anymore. There's the 100th transnazi popping up? I don't care. Another "cisabuser" in the tags? doesn't matter. whatever. We're not a bad person, we are just done. We can't keep on doing this or this will eventually throw us into depression again and that might literally kill us. and I'm not going to let that happen.

when I think about radqueers, I feel so much anger, frustration and sadness - or more, that's what I felt. now all of that is just drowned by a dark cloud of tiredness and nothingness.

so, this is our goodbye. Knowing us, we will probably still roam the tags sometimes and depending who is fronting, some of us might even interact with discourse still, but like, officially, we are gone. (@ mod mew: if you could let us still have access to this account that would be dope af tho!)

I will also use this post to to encourage every anti-radqueer who's fighting tooth and nail to get blogs taken down and people banned, to step back for a minute, take a deep breath and think about if you really want to keep on doing this. we thought this would never take a mental toll on us, yet here we are. I'm not saying what you're doing is wrong, but I'm saying that maybe you could use your energy and will to fight for something else.

let's face it, radqueers will never be an actual threat to society. they are pathetic, sad people, hiding behind their screens, screaming "the future is radqueer!" over and over, but in reality this "movement" will burn to the ground eventually and they will go down with it.

do people get hurt in radqueer spaces? yes, they do and that's horrible (just a note as to how bad it's gotten with us: I write this and logically know that yes, it IS horrible - but I feel absolutely nothing. In all honesty, I currently don't care if people get hurt or not, because I can't care. it's like our brain shut off all emotions regarding this topic to protect ourselves). and I'm not saying you should stop offering them help, but I think you can stop worrying about the radqueers taking over society or whatever. if you feel this taking a toll on your mental health, please put yourself first. protecting your health and your life is always, ALWAYS more important that fighting strangers on the internet.

okay, in case you don't think of us as a total asshole with a heart of stone now and are interested in our plurality- and alterhumanity-focused tumblr life, here's out brand new system blog: @the-exodus-fleet And also our hosts blog: @talks-with-the-void

Take care of yourselves and thanks for every kind word and all the support we've got along the way /gen

PS: if any radqueer reads this and wants to celebrate this as a win or whatever, go ahead. if you need this to feel some joy in your sad, miserable little life, I'm not stopping you.

PPS: I still genuiely hope all radqueers eventually come to their sense and leave this bullshit ideology behind

PPPS: and to all radqueers who hide behind this label to abuse and groom other, I hope you lose all your friends and your family over this. you deserve no happiness.

[cuteniaarts]

Mirror, mirror, on the wall...

Who's the fairest of them all?

[teddybeartoji]

Okiee friend roommie gojo takes you on a motorcycle at midnight to random places like the riverside or some food stall or whatever. Especially when you aren't feeling good (my current mood <3). There's less to no people at night, which is perfect!... Taking a walk with him. Orrr simply sitting on his motorcycle and chatting with him while he stands front to you.. ykwim😭

HELLOO????? HOW DOES IT FEEL TO HAVE A MASSIVE BRAIN, HMM????? THAT'S SO DELICIOUS????? see, i don't think i would've really even considered roomie!gojo owning a fuCKING MOTORCYCLE???? YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH THANK YOU FOR THAT MY LOVELY

btw you guys literally have matching helmets!!!!! he immediately bought one seeing how excited you got after seeing the bike. not to be a basic bitch but how fucking sexy is a white and blue bike?????? my eyes just rolled back into my head holy shit. anyway. matching helmets matching helmets matching helmets!!!! i think he'd love the ones that have the ears on them too lmao he's a little cutie. he also bought you your own racing jacket too!!!!!!!!! i mean he has the money so he didn't even blink an eye at the thought of buying you your own gear bc like... he would never even think about having you on the bike without atleast a helmet!!!! he's not a reckless driver at all and i genuinely don't think he'd speed at all (maybe only a little on highways and only when there isn't a lot of ppl)(he would rather die than to put you in danger like that)

and he'd 100000000000000% go on late night drives with you!!!! he sees you moping and his heart sinks:((((( at first he just tries to ask about it but when you're still looking so out of it, he offers the drive. he helps you put on the helmet and then gently headbutts you after putting his on. he loves the way your eyes smile through the small glass opening and he just already feels a bit better, a bit prouder to have made you smile.

he offers you his hand as you're taking a seat behind him and he always gets so giddy when your arms circle around him. he loves it, he really does. he waits for you to get comfortable and rest your head against his back before even turning on the engine.

you have a code that whenever you want to say something, you squeeze his thighs. when you need to stop, like stop stop, you slap his thigh. he made that rule and he didn't even let you onto the bike before making you repeat it three times for like the first five times. he doesn't play around, i'm telling you. sometimes, you like to tease him for it, for being a pussy but he isn't fazed at all. he just smiles at you and calls you his precious cargo.

okay, so i like the idea of him taking you somewhere extra quiet - maybe you even already have your spot, too? maybe a more hidden part the riverside, somewhere it's certain that you'll be alone. he parks the bike and ofc offers you his hand when you start climbing off. he smooths your hair after you pull the helmet off, making a quiet like jokes about you looking fucking insane and no matter how stupid his comments and jokes are, he always gets a laugh out of you. even if it's the smallleeeest teeniest tiniest little smile.

he takes your hand and tugs you to the lonely little food stall. the person who's managing it has seen the two of you so many times and they're fully convinced that you guys are a couple btw. gojo always pays. ALWAYS. he literally gets upset when you try. sometimes at home he whines about always paying but when you actually get to the paying part he just pushes you away??????? smh he's an idiot but he's OUR idiot.

he let's you eat before asking about your day again. he let's you rant his ears off if that's what you decide to do. he leans against the motorcycle as you pace back and forth in front of him and he's so invested!!!! no matter whether it's work drama, uni drama, some sort of friendship drama or something more personal - he's all ears. he tries to crack a few jokes here and there but he keeps it low as he's gauging your emotions. yk if you're laughing a bit more, he turns the joke machine up a notch but if not... he just let's you talk it out.

btw if you're not in a talking mood at all, he probably does the talking himself to try and distract you from whatever is bothering you. he's telling you about the new parts he wants to put on his bike, he's telling you about his day, about the people he saw on the streets, about the new comic he's reading etc etc etc. he probably invites you to rest against his chest as he does so, faintly swaying back and forth. he watches the streetlamps reflect on your skin as you rest your eyes, breathing in his cologne.

and after a while he offers to go back home. he tells you that he can take the long way or the short one, whichever suits you best. it could be 3am and he wouldn't dare rush you. he is prepared to do anything to make you feel better!!!!!!!!!!! he's such a good roomie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[sinhasaheart]

If it's not too much work, I'd like to see your whole view on the alphabet thing about HalSin because your take on them is always so in point 😍

Aw, thank you so much ❤❤ I hope you like it.

Affection - What do they do to show affection?

How about pinning each other to the wall and pledging to fight for each other? "I refuse to give up on you," from Hal and, "We'll always be friends," from Sinestro. That kind of thing.

Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Admire lol. That one is easy since they literally talked about it in Godhead. It's the traits that set them apart, what they don't see in their own person.

Cuddles - How do they like to hug their s/o? Can include a visual.

Octopus hugging, limbs everywhere, can't get enough of it. I'm going to be cliché and say Hal is usually the one initiating.

Discrete - What's their opinion on PDA?

I think if Sinestro wants to show Hal affection, he's going to do it regardless of the situation because he does not let other people control him. And then Hal actually has a tendency to be less open around others and can let what they think influence him.

Everything- You are my _____. (Ex. World, Life, etc.)

Truest friend, most hated enemy. The most treacherous being in either universe. What I like is how flexible the relationship is. They can be completely obsessed and dependant on each other, or on two opposite sides of the universe, doing their own thing.

Family - Do they want a family?

Well, Hal already has a family with his brother and niblings. With Sinestro though, I don't think they'd be interested in creating a family together. That requires too much commitment.

Gifts - What types of gifts do they give their s/o?

Sinestro is above and beyond, wrapping the entire universe up in a bow on a whim. Anything Hal wants, Hal gets. On the other hand, Hal is more of a laid back kind of guy. He'd just go with his instinct and either get something kind of insensitive or exactly perfect.

Hands - Do they like holding hands? Can include a visual.

I can't see them holding hands just to hold hands. They probably would only do it as part of something else, like examining the other's hands or offering support.

Injury - What do they do if their s/o gets hurt?

Help them, I'd assume. Sinestro is all about murder for revenge, of course. He goes feral. While Hal can get dead serious over it but doesn't turn to murder.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Yeah, Sinestro does. That's obvious. I'm sure he struggles with it because he knows he's an absolute nightmare to deal with sometimes. What's more interesting to me is Hal's jealousy and the lows he's prepared to sink to because of it. He can get a bit carried away.

Kisses - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

I guess they'd both be good at it, yeah. Sinestro is good at everything and Hal is Hal. I'd say Hal takes the initiative here as well. Oh, and there's going to be a lot of biting and bruised lips.

Love - When did they know that they loved their s/o?

I'm not convinced they do know lmao. It's probably an off and on thing where they're constantly changing their minds about it. I think Sinestro probably has more of an idea about it than Hal does but refuses to act when Hal is unsure. It offends Sinestro to devote himself to Hal while Hal thinks of Sinestro as worthless.

Memory - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Hashtag Abolish Marriage. I can only really see them doing it as a weapon or tool. Like to protect each other or mess with people. I doubt their relationship would change a whole lot because that's not really what they want.

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

I miss Hal calling Sinestro 'Sin' and wish it was brought back. As for Sinestro, he can come up with the most incredible ways to name Hal through description.

Orange - What color reminds them of their s/o?

Obvious. Green for Hal and yellow for Sin. Yup, I've got nothing more creative than that. I guess Hal might get kind of angsty when green and Sinestro are combined though.

Proposal - How did they propose?

All I can think of is something sarcastically dramatic. Let's say Hal recites some joke speech about undying love and casts himself at Sinestro's feet before checking to see if anyone notices he's holding back laughter. Or I guess it could just come up in conversation and that's how it happens.

Quirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Hmm, I'll go with Hal being quick to forgive. Around Sinestro, it's a useful trait to be able to put aside annoyance and focus on the important things.

Romance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Yeah, I'm drawing a blank. Wtf is romance etc. I don't think they ever really do the typical things unless it's to completely deconstruct it but that might just be my influence.

Supportive - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Laughed a bit at this one. Hal is definitely not helping Sinestro achieve his goals of taking over the universe but he'd be there in an instant if Sinestro wanted redemption. They believe in each other for sure, no doubt about it.

Time - What are their future plans?

I'm sure Sinestro, in his more optimistic moments, has it all planned out where he's going to have Hal join him and they'll bring order to the universe together or something. Meanwhile, Hal just rolls with whatever. He doesn't look ahead.

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

This is my favourite thing. They got an excellent read on each other almost immediately. So we get great moments like Hal explaining what Sinestro is thinking to people who have known him already for years, and Sinestro being the only one who really understands Hal.

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

It's only the most important thing when push comes to shove and they're forced to make a decision. Most of the time, they're busy with their individual lives but I like that about them.

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Just that Sinestro absolutely adores Hal. Like, there's nothing Hal can do to get rid of that. Sinestro is completely enamoured and I think that is probably the basis for a lot of the fluff I write.

Xylophone - What song describes their relationship with their s/o?

So many good songs to choose from... I'll say that usually the songs I relate back to HalSin are of two types. There's the ones from Sinestro's perspective saying that he's high maintenance and Hal should watch out, and there's the ones from Hal's perspective saying that he did not watch out.

Yearning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

I don't think they do cope. They probably lose their sense a bit and chase after each other. Always to the extremes. A bit of begging to be on the same side again. I'm sure the other can knock some reason back into them.

Zebra - Do they want a pet? What kind?

The perfect pet for Hal is some kind of bird. They can fly and he can fly. It's obvious. And Sinestro would go overboard with some exotic monstrous creature. They could get a dragon together. I love that.

[tokyoghoose]

am i more than you bargained for?

pairing: tetsuro kuroo x reader

playlist: heather - conan gray*, 4ever - clairo, line without a hook - ricky montgomery, melting - kali uchis, slow dancing in the dark - joji, using you - mars argo, she - ed sheeran, make you feel my love - adele, letter home - childish gambino, she's casual - the hunna, i love you so - the walters, notice me (acoustic) - role model, red dress - postcard boy

warnings: angst and lots of it, mentions of sex, mentions self-shaming of image, very breif mention of anxiety attacks

summary: a romantic comedy without the comedy between friends with benefits

announcements!

kuroo is definitely a little ooc in this lmao buuuut this is my first like fic fic in like two years. Im still trying to get back in the groove of things and finding how to write personality again and not be repetitive with my wording. Feedback is welcome!

requests are open! feel free to send them in! i will write for pretty much any anime ive seen and if i haven't seen it, ill watch it! the only reasons i wouldn't is if im uncomfortable or can't write the character. :)

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When did relationships become so difficult? The days of making friends on the playground were over and it seemed to hit everyone at the same age. Life was getting harder and people were getting older, and suddenly everything was difficult. Nothing came easy anymore and everyone had to adjust to that.

But now you were just confused.

Tetsuro kuroo stuck to you like glue since middle school. Where one of you went the other was likely to follow. The righthand man, the double trouble duo, and the bane of kenma's existence. And then things got complicated. Strangers to friends to best friends to lovers— friends with benefits. Who would've thought the boy that you played volleyball with on a whim would've become the man who you grew fond of. Sixth grade you would've kicked yourself for the feelings you're experiencing. Oh how you wished you were back in the park that started it all. You wished you could warn your youngerself what's to come.

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks and it made you want to throw up at the thought.

It started in the first year of highschool when you suddenly noticed the shine in his eyes when he talked passionately about something like volleyball or the way he would furrow his brows when concentrated on his assignments. At first it was endearing, really. But the more you hung around him, the stronger the butterflies felt. It was obvious that he had grown into his lanky body. His legs were proportionate to his torso now and his once scrawny arms didn't hang limply at his sides anymore. He had muscle and height now. Gradually you started to notice little things about him that you would never have seen in other people. Like his lopsidded smile that crinkled the corner of his eyes and brought heat to your cheeks, your stomach launching into your chest when he'd bump shoulders and laugh.

You should've just smacked yourself silly then and there when you started to wonder if he noticed little things about you. Does he think of me like i think of him?

Who knew feelings could be so...perplexing. You moved on, shrugging off the crush in your second year to catch bigger and better fish in the sea. Life moved on and you dated other people, simply remaining friends with kuroo. Little did you know one heartbreak would lead you into his bed, playing in the sheets by the end of the year.

He was just so damn compelling. His laughter and his jokes. You fell for it all over again. Deja vu. Stupid kuroo.

———

The third of highschool had been the breaking point. It was a constant cycle of feeling, fucking, and falling in and out of love with the raven haired boy. It was frustrating, especially when he was so damn oblivious. The only person that seemed to catch on was kenma, but he was very little help when it came to pushing away the domestic thoughts. It would never just work out because you wanted it to because tetsuro was dumb.

It's a chilly day out, the sun nice against your skin but the wind was drastic in comparison. Shivers are sent up and down your spine, you wrap your arms around yourself in a hug. Could this boy take any longer? Foot tapping against the pavement, you heave a sigh, nostils flaring impatiently before you spot the tall athlete. With a girl. A girl?

You'd seen her around before and you vaguely remember thinking she resembled the main love interest in a 90s movie or a bratz doll. She's pretty and has a light, airy laugh. Kuroo must've told her a joke of some kind, but he definitely wasn't funny enough for her to have her hands all over his chest. He's giving her a toothy grin and soft eyes. It makes you want to gag.

Who was she anyway?

Not that it mattered because in that moment the fit of rage your body suddenly flug itself into prevented you from hearing anything. Kuroo's pulling off his pullover and drapping it over the pretty girl's shoulders. You can feel your eye twitch and fibgers tingle. He looks bashful as he waves her goodbye and tragically, you don't feel nearly as pretty as you had been feeling. Now all you wanted to do was sink into the ground below you and possibly into another dimension—or at least the other side of the world.

"She's pretty," is the first thing that comes out of your mouth when he comes over, slouching with his hands in the pockets of his shorts. He had practice this afternoon, you remember. He looks over at you with raised brows, almost like he's surprised yoy said anything or even noticed he was talking to another girl before walking towards the gym with you trailing close behind.

"Yeah she is, I guess."

She's prettier than me.

"You guess? Kuroo, you gave her your sweater."

He shrugs sheepishly, a light pink dusting his cheeks and it makes you mad of uncharacteristic the act is. You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

"It's just polyester. It's not a big deal."

The conversation suddenly drops as you pause, apparently very hurt that he didn't remember it was you who gave him the sweater in the first place. He turns around, a questioning look on his face.

"What? Are you jealous?" He teases.

You're fuming at his attempt to be playful. Maybe you were overreacting, but it pangs your chest to know he can brush it off so easily.

" Kuroo, that was my sweater. "

It's gritted through your teeth, eyes slotted into a glare and his face drops. Oh is all he can think as he stares at you and the hurt expression that quickly turns into that of annoyance and anger. You push past him, ultimately deciding not to walk him to the gym. His arm reaches out to catch you, but it falls short as he calls out in a whine, "I'll get it back for you, okay? Come on, y/n!"

———

You can't focus on the assignments in front of you no matter how hard you try. You are exsausted. Just wanting to crawl under the covers and sleep for maybe a thousand years, you stop tapping your oen against the paper to hyperfocus on the black dots that now littered the page. The music in the background pauses before coming back to life with the hum of a new song shuffling in. It's quiet and yet, it's overwhelming. You wish you weren't home alone now.

Hanging your head low on your desk, the carpet becoming of interest, you groan. The image of kuroo and that girl replaying in your head over and over like an endless movie. You'd have to give it a bad review if it ever ended.

You're focus is mainly on her though. Kuroo could get any girl he wants with his witt and charm. Not to mention he wasn't jusf handsome, but he's beautiful. Model material—movie character love interest type beat. He has the ability to make any heart swoon if he tries hadd enough, and that girl was no exception. She was more than pretty. She was stunning, even. It was like watching human barbie and ken flirt with one another. She seems so nice too and you can vaguely remember her helping you wish a couple answers on homework one morning. She's better than you and better for him. Is he sleeping with her too? Before you can answer your own question the doorbell rings, quickly followed by a knock at your door.

You look down at your pajamas, debating if you should pull on your robe or not, but ultimately deciding against it when the knocks come again.

"Im coming, I'm coming. What do you wan- kuroo?"

When you open the door, you immediately get the urge to shut it right in his perfect little face, and you begin to before his hand slams against it in protest to push it open wider. He juts out his lip into a pout and his eyes soften into ones pleading like a puppy dog. You huff and avoid eye contact, instead taking intrest in the bad he was carrying.

"What's that?"

"Stuff. I'd be happy to show you if you let me in."

"Sorry, tetsuro, no can do. You haven't returned my sweater. "

He scoffs and rolls his eyes before shoving something bulky into your arms. You're not sure if you should be happy he actually got it back or upset that he had to see her again to get it. Finally looking up at him, you move to the side so he can step in.

"You know, you don't have to be jealous that i gave another girl a sweater. You're my number one, y/n." He's teasing, but his words still send the butterflies in your stomach crazy. You can only hope he means it, even if just a little.

"I'm not jealous. You can sleep with whoever you want, kuroo. We're just best friends—if anything im your wingman. "

You want to hit yourself on the head. Why would you say that?

He snickers at the rebuttle, coming to loom over you. Apparently the only thing that can get you out of your head is his cologne because it somehow invaded your senses. He smells expensive, like nice leather and fire wood during the winter. It's very manly, you note. His shadow hovers over yours as he traps you between him and the counter with a playful smirk on his face. How smug could he get. He leans down, bringing your chin up between his thumb and finger. You hadn't realized how close he was until now. Since when did you get so nervous around him? Why did it make you nervous when he kissed you all of a sudden? It's unfair that he holds the advantage. Heat rises to your cheeks and the tips of your ears and you're positive he can hear the beating of your heart, which was currently trying to break out of your chest.

His lips take you to paradise, as always. Their soft against your own, yet firm. They're slightly chapped and they taste like spearmint. It makes your head fuzzy because they feel so right, even when you wish they felt wrong. You want to pull away and kick him out, and end thjs whole arrangement, but you're already very familiar with the fact it's just beginning.

———

The bed is warm. So warm, in fact, it feels like your suffocating. The sheets tangle around your limbs, strangling you as you tangle your limbs around kuroos. You almost want to cry, and if you were anywhere else— with anyone else —you probably would have. The heat is unbearable and the one sided tension makes your stomach churn and your throat tighten up. You were almost positve an anxiety attack was coming on.

Taking a deep breath through your nose, you close your eyes as kuroo's nimble fingers soothe circles into your shoulder blade idly and yet somehow he manages to dodge the purple and red splotches blooming on the flesh. Suddenly you wish you didn't feel so safe and protected in his embrace. The moment almost tempts you to whisper sweet nothings into his ear, but you don't deserve to be the person who does that because you aren't his person. Best friend, maybe (next to Kenma, if anything) but, you aren't his person no matter how you long to be. You're just a friend in his bed having a good time. It isn't as fun anymore.

You swallow a lump in your throat, flattening your hand against his broad chest and willing yourself to lift up out of his grasp, his fingers falling smoothly to stop between your shoulder blades. Looking down at him, he presents you with the soft, goofy look on his face that he always adorns. God, there's nothing you wouldn't give to wake up beside him every morning and kiss that lopsided grin off his face. It hurts to think about, and another wave of tears try to force their way past your lash line. You blink them away and put on a soft, one-sided smile for the man below you, giving him a quick peck where his jaw and neck meet before shrugging his hands off and climbing out of bed.

His eyes track you, lazily hooded and watching, as you take the sheet with you to cover yourself, grabbing your shorts and whatever top you were wearing but a few hours ago before everything was strewn about. You shy away from his gaze, but it's nothing he hasn't seen before. He shifts in the bed to face your back, elbow propped up to lay his head in his hand. With an uncharacteristically soft tone, you almosf don't head him when he speaks. The words that come from him are like honey, yet raw. It's enough to make anyones knees buckle and crawl back into bed.

"Are you okay?"

There's a slight hint of concern there, just hardlg scrapping the surface of the question. You nod with a hum, throwing on the loose shirt before facing him. Kuroo's brow raises like he doesn't quite believe you, but he doesn't take the question further and instead turns to get out of bed. You gnaw at your lip, taking your turn to watch him stretch out. His back has red streaks messily placed down it from his shoulders to the base, his biceps matching. His hair is messy and not like the normal bed head he sports, parts of it are spiked up from fingers constantly pushing through it, while other parts are laid flat from sweat. You can't help the thought that he's sculpted by the gods. They definitely took their time on him. Scoffing at yourself and shaking the thoughts free from your head, you head to the bathroom. As if the bed wasn't suffocating enough, just being the same room was found to be worse when he looks like that. At this point, it was preferred he stayed under the covers.

You feel stupid while looking in the mirror. Your mascara from earlier had smudged beneath your waterline, clumping together in the corner. Your nose curls at the sight, hands splashing cool water at your face, rubbing at your eyes. With a sigh you lean your elbows on the sink, pushing back hair and looking down at the water going into the drain.

This is ridiculous.

How on earth could you do this to yourself and to kuroo?

There's a knock on the bathroom door, it's light and gentle in the typical kuroo fashion because he doesn't want to spook you. You purse your lips, digging the palms of your hands into your eyes and heaving a sigh. As soon as you open the door and switch places, you're up and out of his apartment without saying goodbye.

The cool air of outside hits your face and you hadn't noticed the tears until the damp chill shook you. Brushing them away, you head home. You didn't want to be around him and you certainly didn't want to think about him. On the way back, you finally decided you weren't going to tell him anything. What would dumb tetsuro know about it anyway.

[staydeobisworld]

Han Jisung FF

"Hey are you and han dating?"

"Are you han's gf?"

"You and han were spotted together, are y'all dating?"

I tried to ignore them as much as possible but some annoying reporters were shoving their mics on my face .

So I finally answered

"No we're not. I don't deserve him"

I've been feeling so low lately maybe I was out of my mind for saying all this .

"He's a great person! He's caring, funny and lovely. He doesn't such a loser like me. Hes so talented and he deserves someone like him . Not me"

I regret those words . Ah I shouldn't have said what's really in my heart .

"Ofcourse you don't deserve him loser" I hear someone saying it and I lose it.

I run away from there.

I keep running in the direction of my house. It's probably a mile away but I don't really wanna take the bus and face humans Right now so I run.

I reach home in like 20 minutes and collapse on my bed .

There's a photo of me and han on the table stand beside my bed.

I hold it in my hands admiring the perfect person in the photo.

Yes I do like him.

Infact I like him a lot.

But yes as I told I don't even deserve to like him.

I hold the photo to my chest and cry for a bit.

I lay down and stay that way.

Suddenly the door bursts open and angry Han walks in.

"What the fuck !!"

He walks up to my bed .

"Why the fuck did you say that!! I mean how could-"

He stops mid sentence.

he sighs and sits in front of me

He lifts up my face and wipes the tears on my face.

He holds my face in his palm and looks at me like he's seen a lost puppy wandering for a home.

He pulls me to his chest and rests his chin on my head while his hands caress my back.

I sense his hand move and take something from the bed.

His heartbeat races and I hear his breathing getting heavy.

I pull away and see our photo in our hand.

Before I could say something he placed the photo back on the stand and stood up.

"Come let's go"

He says and puts his hand forward for me to take it.

"Hannie where?"

"Just come "

I take his hand and stand up.

"Okay let's go"

He stops me

"No wait"

Huh? Did he have a change of decision?

He takes me in front of the mirror and makes me sit

"Just a minute" he says and leaves

I almost scream when I look at myself in the mirror .

My hair is a mess , my tears have dried up making some weird patches on my face while the Kajal is all smudged.

Han comes back with a wet cloth and wipes my face.

"Han I'll do it" I try to take the cloth from him but he kept pushing away my hand.

"Done , now the last thing"

He takes the brush from the table and brushes my hair .

He looks into the mirror and thinks something.

"Ah ! Yes!"

He opens his bag and takes out a cute hairband.

"I bought it for you when I went out with the boys"

"That's so sweet hanniee! Thank youuuu" I smile at him and look back at myself adjusting the hairband.

"Let's take a selfie"

Han suggests and takes out his phone .

He puts on a cute cat filter on snapchat and we take some photos.

"Okay done! Let's go"

He grabs my hand and pulls me out.

Soon we're out of my apartment.

He calls for a taxi and we get it.

He looks at me

"You hungry?" He asks .

"Ummm maybe... Yesss"

He laughs and turns away .

The drive was short .

We arrive at a street food area.

"So what do you wanna eat?" He asks

"Honestly , everything" I honestly answer.

I look around to see many couples here.

"What are we waiting for then?"

He smiles and takes my hand.

We try every type of food. Sweet, sour, spicy.

Can't blame us.

We love food.

It's already 6:30pm.

"I have somewhere else to take you."

" Okay." I don't ask him where cause to be honest I'd go wherever he took me.

He calls for a cab again and we get in.

"Han river please"

I turn to look at him with wide eyes.

"I know you love that place at night"

Wow he remembers. I blush thinking that someone actually remembers what I like.

The radio was playing some of the best songs and we couldn't help ourselves but have a mini concert in the cab. Poor driver.

We reach the river and as soon as I get out of the cab I regret not wearing a jacket.

Ah it's fine.

Cold doesn't bother me anyway.

Lmao I'm not Elsa.

"Wanna have ice cream?"

Han asks and I shamelessly agree.

We both take chocolate cones.

We sit by the bench eating our ice cream in silence.

I turn to look at him and he's already looking at me.

Me being the weird ass ,I offer him my ice cream.

I mentally slap myself but he takes happily takes a bite from mine.

I blush and look away.

"Hey show me our photos"

He takes out his phone and hands it to me.

I open the lock as I know his passcode.

His wallpaper is a picture of us from today.

It's the one we took at the street food area.

It's the one han took while feeding me .

We kinda look like a couple tho.

Cause both of us wore black from top to bottom.

You know like couple things?

"Yah open it fast, I wanna seee toooooo"

Wow was I staring too long?

I open the photos and start scrolling through our photos.

If anyone would see this , they would surely think we were a couple.

There was photos of us acting cute and weird. I love the weird ones tho.

There was one where we had our tongues out and eyes closed. God I love it.

We laugh looking at others .

"Let's go for a walk?" I suggest and Han agrees.

Suddenly Han sighs and I ask "whats wrong Hannie?"

"I like you !!"he covers his face .

What? Han likes me? I need moment for this to sink in.

"I'm sorry I shouldnt have-"

"I like you !!!"

I blurt out.

And Han looks at me with wide eyes.

He holds my hand and looks me in the eye.

"I had so much fun today with you. I Mean I have fun Everytime we're together and I really love it. I know you think you don't deserve me or something but honestly please don't think that. You might need some time for yourself right noww and I'll wait. I swear I'll wait but jus-"

I cut him off by kissing him.

His lips are so cold probably because of the cold weather and I'm sure mine are too.

We pull away . He brings his hand up to face and pulls me in again.

We kiss till we go breathless.

"So.... Will you be my girlfriend?"

"Yes Han."