#Thank you for sm for the ask! really brightened up my morning! :>

[wayfinderships]

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HI PANCHI ty for being my fellow ff//13 selfshipper 💕may you continue to enjoy more blonde/princely fictional men to come (@comfortingstars)

HAZEEEE!!! You're one of my favorite blogs too!! I love seeing you on my dash sm! All your ships are so sweet! Ilysm! (Platonic)

[kpophubb]

(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡ 12:20am ✉️#4

original song 🎧

my guilty pleasure these days

for you > 🔥

LOVEU SUNSHINE ☀️ thank y for always blighting my days

🐁 🥱 😴 🫂

ꕺ♡ 💌 : ….𝕿𝖔 𝙼𝚈 нуυηวιη … ꕺ♡

♡…hello baby🥺🫶🏻💗 I love hearing from you so much especially when you write super long letters..it fills me with joy to read each line. I love being talked to. I always open asks first thing in the morning so they always brighten up my day. And don’t feel burdened naurr that I always have to spend time replying to all your lines 😭 it’s just that I love paying attention to every detail <3 I’m a small things person. And yk I faced this myself when I talk about various things and the other person only replies to a few topics and ignores the other ones..I feel hurt ( ¿ ) like yk sometimes I leave some important feelings in those ignored topics..ofc I don’t blame them cause I talk TOO MUCH at a time but yeah I don’t wanna come off as that insensitive to anyone else 💔 thus I pay attention to each word you say cause I never know which one weighs how much value to you. 🤍

♡…and oh that anon T-T nah babes, don’t worry I didn’t think of anything tbh. Sometimes misinterpretation happens bc we have different perspectives and are different individuals so it really is okay. As long as I’m clear and not misunderstood I’m fine with it. Huh..and about my bestie 🫶🏻 yep lol nth happened between us I was just worried of being distanced due to physical separation but that’s fine now! I can totally understand about the mutual bias thing🥲 I love being mutual biased with my friends when it comes to jungwon but uhm..,, you know I kinda feel sad if I ever make a jake biased friend OFC NOT BC HE IS MINE OR IM DELUSIONAL NO HE ISN’T AND WILL NEVER BE, but some part of me stings :( bc I realize how my love for him is so inferior and he’s loved by many other Incredible people and that makes my feelings feel small and invalid 💔 just normal human emotions bc I’m too attached to him..

♡…I’d love to have a pajama party with you omg😭 I love comfy late night sleepovers, we will have lots of snacks, cookies and chocolates and use a lot of skincare and give eachother manicure 💅 and pedicures lol. And pls let’s try to bake brownies and talk a lot about kpop and life. 🤍 it’d be GOALS, I REPEAT LITERAL GOALS to have a pajama party w hyunlix and us 😍🙈 aahh, just thinking about it makes me giddy. And haha I know you love soobinie, if we bring him let’s bring beomgyu too😈 bc I love his sense of humour and he makes me laugh sm. (tho the party will turn into utter chaos in 1 second if we bring him lol.)

♡…about the face reveal thing NO BABY I didn’t mean to make u scroll, I did them many times and put them up for some time so I asked bc I was wondering if you saw THEN. I didn’t mean finding out now 😭 I’m so sorry that due to the miscommunication I wasted so much of your time 💔

♡…I can understand hun, cause I always feel like shit before my period comes. My stomach and back hurt and I feel so negative and emotional, I always end up crying so much. And the health complications and mood swings you said :( awh my poor baby. Pls take extra care of yourself when u go through the tough week. 💗 you deserve to be fed and patted when you feel sick like that, I wish I could take care of u all the time. <3

♡…about the making friends in your 20’s thing, it’s kinda upsetting to admit but a friend in 20’s is never a guarantee. You know, we all get so busy with life- work, academics, responsibilities and so many complex emotions that we can’t bond that deeply with people then. Ofc some people do end up making genuine soulmate friends in their 20’s and they’re lucky. But I feel like the high school and childhood friends you grow and glow with, they know you deeply and have been through your highs and lows that’s why they’re your more real friends. Idk this is just my opinion.

♡…ikr..my way to escape is kpop too. I always feel so welcomed by my idols, I always find so much validation and feel so accepted and loved by them. It’s like coming home after a tiring day, and tho it’s stupid to many people who think how can we find comfort in people who don’t even know we exist, idk how to explain them this peaceful feeling of being able to rest when you’re in their presence. They’re the place of healing for me 🫶🏻 :’) and pls people are SO MEAN when it comes to kpop istg. (It is sometimes bc of the toxic twt fan behaviours and wars that influence people outside kpop to think that kpop is all about drama and obsessed delusional fans) but you know I hate it when people judge kpop idols based on their looks,, calling them “girly” and shit. They really piss me off. No wonder I never tell or reveal anyone I like kpop (not cause I’m not proud of it IM SO PROUD OF ALL MY IDOLS) but bc I do not want to attract negative comments and then argue baselessly with antis who never understand. I’ve been in this kinda discrimination since forever, cause I grew up liking anime and I heard so many criticism for it calling anime “Japanese cartoons” and calling people who like it “childish and nerdy.” I mean, I feel like all the hate towards Asian subjects exist because they’re Asian. You know the Asian racism in the world that I find really meaningless to begin with.

♡…omg that kinda Valentine’s Day would have been perfect 🥺 I bet hyunnie would show up with a painting he made specially for you with a love note 💗 and roses. How cute. You’d be laughing you said,, but had the one I loved shown up with roses for me, I’d be weeping instantly. First I’d be in shock, bc I don’t think anyone would ever bring me my fav flowers for me without me telling them to and that too..on Valentine’s Day. And second, being shown love gestures from the one you love unconditionally must be so special.. I don’t know how that would have felt but today I woke up to Jake’s posts and pictures and I already feel like the happiest and best thing to walk on this planet earth bc I’ve been smiling nonstop and feel so happy🥹

♡… also anonie there’s kinda a special secret I want to tell u maybe someday! Like show u something special about myself that means a lot to me 💗🙈🥰 and if you don’t mind me asking baby, I’m turning 20 this year; what age are you turning this year? (FEEL FREE TO NOT ANSWER IF YOU DONT WANT TO OR FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE HUN)

♡…pls baby don’t type as you walk🥺 I feel so scared what if you bump into a car or person and get hurt 💔 you might even attract creepy stalkers or a phone thief if you’re too distracted!! T-T (I pray that never happens) and ikr. Men🙄 I don’t trust them at all. I know there are some good men in this world, but mostly I met and saw around me bad men who just take advantage of you, who pretend to be nice people and then discard you and disregard your feelings. That’s so upsetting that’s why I stay away from them as much as I can. I stay away from PEOPLE in general as much as I can bc people really be scary af😭 </3

♡… HMM OMG ANONIE that’s a super hard question KFC or McDonald’s 😨 I love both so much 😍 it’s like if I get kfc for lunch, I’ll have to get McDonald’s for dinner then and vice versa!! Kfc zinger burgers are the best burgers to exist for me 🫶🏻 but then McDonald’s fries are the tastiest fries in the world so McDonald’s wins by .5 since Fries are my favourite food 🍟 hahahahhahahahahaha. ( they give so much fries and the people I go w/ can never finish theirs, so I remember how everytime I finish the whole tray of fries by myself and rejoice from contentment!! )

♡…and your grandma aww 🥺 I’m so happy to hear baby that you finally got to talk with her! <3 I can understand how hard it must be to stay away from a precious family member and always yearning to be close to them and help them during the worst times. So it fills me with relief that you guys contacted recently! And omg she’s felix biased💗🥹 your grandma and I would get along, huh!! ;) <3 haha the relationship you have w her is so cute. It’s so heart warming to hear you can feel accepted in her presence no matter what and she even approved of her grandson-in-law (our hyunnie so yaay 🎉)

♡…awh baby I can totally get how intimidating a change can seem. But don’t be afraid, okay? Cause changes are sometimes for the better. And don’t fear you’re gonna lose yourself if you try to change..you know the person in the core of your heart is always gonna be the same. 💗 embrace the new challenges and let it mould you into a stronger and more amazing version of you. You’re not becoming someone else. You’re becoming a BETTER VERSION OF YOU. Think of it like that and you will see how relieved you feel.

♡..and baby don’t feel bad or fear about having so many traumas. You see scars and emotional trauma and distress are something that all people have- some have worse some have slightly better but none of that defines us. They are something we never truly recover from, they just become less intense with time bc we just learn to live with them. At one point in your life in the future, you will look back and be glad that you went through certain things and met some certain people who gave u bad feelings cause if you never met them, you’d never be who you are then and you’d never have had turned out the way you would. Perhaps, you’d turn out as a different person and who knows..maybe your life would have been better in the present but in the future it would have been hard bc you wouldn’t be mentally strong enough. All the incidents that happened atleast shaped you into a stronger and wiser person. :’) 💕

♡….idk where you are rn or know exactly the things you went through to get here, but I know it took a lot in you and it was rough. That’s why I keep reminding you again and again that you’re amazing and you’re doing enough, so rest assured baby, cause better things await you. One day, you will be brave enough to brace yourself for coming where you have. 💓 I pray and hope I’m there to applaud 👏🏻 you then.

♡..now just some random fillers at the end. The cookies u attached they look so tasty😭😍 I wanna go nomnom bc they’re making my mouth water..</3 I love choco chip cookies. (AND WHY THE FELIX AB PICTURE WHAT THE HELL I ALMOST SCREAMED) and something I wanted to say at the end bc it feels super special to me..- I love the way you call me sunshine. It makes me feel so validated and appreciated on the inside, cause it’s always been a dream of mine to be someone who can be a light in other people’s lives. I always yearned to be addressed as “sunshine” with love by people dear to me someday, and now that it’s happening, it brims my eyes with the happiest tears. I really, really, really love you. 💛

ꕺ♡ ….💌 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 ƒєℓιχ 🌤️ ꕺ♥︎

[☁️….𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗾𝘂𝗼𝘁𝗲] ⇘ ♡♡♡

“When I look at you, I feel like I have another reason to live.”

[rinnepegger]

hi love your blog! i’d like to rq what mao would do with a s/o (f! reader) who has a really bad mental health and tries not show it? thank you!

thank u sm for requestinf! omg ive been waitiing for this type of request hheh. also if youre currently suffering from bad mental health, just know that everything you're feeling is completely valid! my asks are always open if u feel like talking <3 Regardless i hope you enjoy this piece and that it will bring you some sort of comfort :)/

TW/CW: mention of poor mental health, comfort, fluff, F!Reader.

Mao Isara with F!S/O who has bad mental health but tries to hide it

As much as you try to hide it, he notices either way.

He's perceptive, more than one would think. Also including the fact that he's good at communication

So once he notices that you are slightly quieter than usual during lunch breaks, when you think he's not paying attention to you since he's talking to someone else.

He would try to inquire further about how you are in private, but only by dropping small hints since he wants to avoid prying too deep, in the even that it might upset you.

When you try to brush things off by saying

"oh I'm fine i just didn't sleep well last night"

He knows that you rather not talk about it so he does everything else that he possibly can to help you.

He wants you to rely on him, even though you don't want to trouble him

"Mao I'm fine, alright? There's no need to worry so much about me"

"Ok fine... But you still have to tell me how your day went if you want to sleep on the same bed as me tonight~"

There's literally no way out of this man's traps, he has you cornered.

If the two of you are in bed going to sleep and he notices you zoning out or on your phone, he becomes 10x more clingy while cuddling.

You might not notice but he forces himself to stay awake until you fall asleep.

If he notices you having a bad day, or you just seem more upset and irritable that day, he'll offer just a little bit of PDA for you if that's what helps you feel better.

He buys your favourite sweets for you every week to try to help you feel better, if that's what you like.

He'll always be staying up late just for you until you fall asleep, even if that means there would be repercussions the following morning.

Tries to make you feel comfortable in most situations.

Since he can't really tell if you're having a panic attack, since you're actually pretty good at hiding it, he would rather get rid of anything that could potentially trigger you.

Occasionally when you think you're home alone, you just have to cry and let it all out don't worry babe we all do this too

And sometimes he walks in on you crying, sometimes he doesn't.

But when he does, he'll drop whatever he's doing and just run to you to cuddle and hug you, no words exchanged unless you feel like talking.

He doesn't bring it up after because he knows you might be sensitive to it.

He offers comfort through physical affection and acts of service.

Sometimes you just think you're so sneaky by crying in corners you think he might not find you in.

But this guy is even sneakier with how he's somehow able to tail you around just to check up on you.

Okay, maybe he occasionally does pry into you when you seem to have had an absolutely shit day.

He tries to brighten your day, or make you laugh with his stupid corny ass jokes.

He's always asking how have you been, have you been eating properly, whether or not you've drank water, 24/7

Sends you reassuring texts when he's not by your side.

Sends you cat photos and memes too oo

Constantly tells you not to overwork yourself even though you could be doing absolutely nothing.

He just wants to make sure you're never alone, but he will give you your space when you say that you need it.

All in all, you're just not able to hide it from this guy since he's so sharp for no reason.

Offers advice and is a really good listening ear for when you want to vent.

If you might be having a depressive episode, he does take the day off his duties to be by your side to comfort you.

He doesn't leave your side until he sees some sort of visible improvement.

[dynyamight]

hiiii star 💫 may i ask for number 10. “I like that you make me laugh so much that my cheeks hurt.” tanksss uus sm ily 🧡💚

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10. I like that you make me laugh so much that my cheeks hurt

“So, tell us! How did you two finally get together?” Ashido asks in song.

Immediately, Bakugou almost spits out his beer.

He chokes down a whole mouthful in his throat, left coughing in a frenzy. Lifting a hand to his mouth, Bakugou blinks rapidly at the blurriness in his vision, and looks over to his left.

Midoriya’s in a worst state; furiously blooming red in the face, and his eyes are blown wide and open. His mouth is agape, like a damn fish out of water, and brows raised up to his hairline. His wild curls terribly help to make him appear crazed.

“We’re not fucking.” Bakugou spats towards his damn extras, slamming a fist onto the dinner table.

Apparently, that’s the wrong answer. Midoriya twists his face towards him, upset. “K-Kacchan!”

Kaminari laughs loudly, shaking his head at Ashido’s face of confusion. “Living together, doesn’t mean dating, Mina. Even I know that.”

“Ohhh.” Ashido looks over to Kirishima, seated right next to her. She places a hand on his shoulder, as she leans close to his face, furrowed. “You told me they were.”

“I said they were moving in together. Not getting together.” Kirishima deadpans. Easily, he lifts up his cup of water towards her. “Now, sober up, before you try to start acting like Cupid.”

While Ashido pouts, begruindgly sipping her boyfriend’s water, Sero snickers, “Well, so how did you two finally live together?”

“Signing a lease? The fuck, what type of question is that?” Bakugou growls.

“I have no use for owning an apartment of my own. I basically paid for a place that I rarely stayed in.” Midoriya corrects sheepishly, “So, sharing rent would be easier for me, as I can still have a place to sleep, but it can still be taken care of, by someone else.”

“And, you didn’t ask a girl?” Kaminari whines outright, “Seriously?!”

Midoriya blushes. “I-I just needed a roommate. Anyone, really.”

“Haven’t you heard? Living with someone can bring your hearts closer! Make you fall for each other!” Kaminari groans, placing his hands over his face, “Midoriya, you could have totally bagged a wife!”

“I’m not looking for a relationship. Right now, I only want to focus on my career.” Midoriya admits, embarrassingly.

Sero raises his own can of beer in Bakugou’s direction. “That’s right! Cheers to singlehood!”

Bakugou scoffs, glaring. “I ain’t clinking my drink for that shit.”

“I will!” Kaminari yells, connecting his can with Sero’s. He grins stupidly, before raising a teasing brow towards Midoriya. “C’mon, bring your drink over, too! Mister Rather-Be-Working-Than-Ask-Anyone-Out!”

Weakly, Midoriya lifts his can, joining the duo.

With the other two idiots cackling, Bakugou rolls his eyes. Drinking with his group of idiots was always irritating at best. They’re all light weights, left in a giggling fit after only a couple rounds. He’s surprised the damn restaurant hasn’t requested them to get the fuck out.

He doesn’t realize he’s staring, until Midoriya meets his gaze, blinking. Immediately, Midoriya offers a wobbly smile, shrugging.

Usually, Bakugou goes out on his own, meeting up with his idiot friends without company. Taking a cab there, alone. Taking a cab back, by himself.

But, tonight was different. The group had begged him to invite Midoriya along, having not heard from him in a long while. They wanted to see him finally, as his usual self. Not the heroic facade he gives on the media and citizens.

And, it’s not like Bakugou had to bring him. If he didn’t want to, Midoriya could easily be back in their apartment, doing his Deku-like night activities. Journaling. Cleaning. Rewatching old movies. Being an absolute nerd.

But, as Bakugou looks away from Midoriya, taking a big gulp of beer, he remembers why he asked, anyway.

It’s the closest thing to a date. Without it actually being a date.

Well, at least in Bakugou’s mind.

Yeah, they ain’t dating, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t trying to get there with Midoriya. Taking things slow. One step at a time. He doesn’t want to jump on Midoriya, freaking him the fuck out, with his emotions.

So, this was like a practice run for Bakugou. If he can survive tonight, then he can easily breathe and live out a night with just Midoriya.

Speaking of which, he feels a tentative tap on his thigh. With a glance, Bakugou meets Midoriya’s hesitant expression.

Fortunately for both of their sakes, the rest of the group was too busy chattering among themselves to notice how close they were.

“What.” Bakugou voices.

“I need to head home.” Midoriya whispers, looking up at Bakugou apologetically, “Media press, early morning.”

Giving a quick nod, Bakugou starts getting up, stretching his arms over his head. “Let’s go, Deku.” He announces, "We're done here."

“Whaaaat? No, the night has barely started!” Ashido cries, expression disappointed.

“Yeah! Why don’t you stay just a little longer?” Kaminari begs.

Standing up from his seat, Midoriya shakes his head. He gives a smile towards the group. “I wish we could.”

Bakugou bites down his tongue. Damn lying bastard.

Graciously, Kirishima waves a reassuring hand. “Get home safe, you two.” He softly states, grinning over to them, “It was great seeing you together. Looks good.”

Shitty Hair purposefully said that shitty remark. Bakugou imagines multiple explosives hammering down on Kirishima’s face.

On the other hand, Midoriya remains oblivious. “Thank you, Kirishima. And, good luck with the rest of the night, everyone!”

After leaving a couple bills on the table, covering their meals, drinks, and tip, Bakugou and Midoriya say their goodnight’s and walk out. The city lights helped to brighten the streets of Tokyo, busy and crowded, despite it being so late.

They don’t say much, walking back to their apartment complex. But, after a couple blocks down from the restaurant, Midoriya coughs. “Everyone’s still vibrant, as before.”

“Yeah, vibrantly idiotic.”

He hears Midoriya snort. “Kacchan.”

“Don’t ‘Kacchan’ me.” Bakugou mocks, shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. “God, can’t make a damn insult, without you calling me out.”

“That’s not what I sound like!” Midoriya defends. Though, there’s a resounding laugh behind the words.

“‘That’s not what I sound like!’” Bakugou makes sure his voice shrills high, breaking at the top.

Midoriya laughs out loud, shoving Bakugou lightly. “Stop!”

“Fucking hell, I’m quitting hero work. Book me as a damn Deku impersonator.”

“You are terrible!”

“You are terrible.” Bakugou huffs, feeling the corners of his lips upturn. “You continue to fucking deal with me, when you know this is the shit I put you through.”

“There’s plenty of things to like about you.” Midoriya justifies, smiling.

“Hell, you know there’s none.”

“I like that you make me laugh so much that my cheeks hurt, Kacchan.” Grinning, Midoriya tilts his head up to Bakugou. “That’s plenty enough, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, at your expense.” Bakugou scoffs, shaking his head. He shoves lightly at Midoriya, a return from before. “Dunce Face is right. You should have fucking asked a girl to tolerate.”

Sighing, Midoriya shrugs. “If I wanted a girl to live with, I would have asked one.”

“So, you deliberately wanted to live with me?”

“..Yeah, I guess I did.”

There’s an odd lightness in Bakugou’s chest, consuming him from the inside out. Forcing it down, he coughs. “Stupid, do you even know what you’re asking for?”

“A year’s worth of laughs and time with you? Why yes, I do.” Midoriya smirks, looking away. “On the other hand, you could have said no.”

“Ah, well I guess I didn’t mind.” Bakugou offers simply.

The rest of the walk is quiet, with only the bustling noises of the crowd around them filling in the space. But, it was a comfortable silence, easy and light.

Bakugou wonders if the damn nerd is just waiting for him to ask him out, and the whole sharing an apartment was meant to speed up the process. Which, if he is, and if this is all an elaborate plan, that’s fucked.

Though, it’s totally working.

[sunshinetoshi]

love letters over luxuries

timeskip!hanamaki x reader (2.2k words)

Summary: Hanamaki Takahiro thinks you deserve the world with how much you brighten his. But he gets insecure that he can’t provide that.

Content (warnings): some angst (insecurity, financial troubles), is mainly fluff / has a fluffy end

A/N: posting this on this sweet boy’s birthday. this was inspired by the song “all the pennies” by mindy gledhill. i used to listen to this song A LOT and thought this could fit our boy who's “in between jobs.” aughhh I LOVE MAKKI SM askdjf

Hanamaki couldn’t help but feel a twinge of shame when you handed him the beautifully wrapped present.

He hid it with a grin, “Oh come on, angel. I thought I told you, you didn’t have to get me anything.” His tone came off light-hearted.

“I know I didn’t have to but I wanted to,” you smile at him. “Plus it’s your birthday! Of course I’m getting you a present!” You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. When you pulled back he can see the excitement building in your eyes, “Okay, open it!”

He cupped your cheek before unwrapping the gift. Inside was a watch, it was beautiful. He inspected it in awe. He gasped and turned to you. “You got it engraved?”

You nodded excitedly.

He smiled as his fingers brushed over those words ‘My love’ and the date of your anniversary. “Angel, I love it. But I told you, you don’t need to spend your money on me like this, really.”

Your smile was playful as you put the watch around his wrist.

“I know, love, but like I said, I wanted to.” You held his hand up to admire the watch on him. He couldn’t suppress his smile from the look on your face, happiness. You whispered the anniversary date in wonder. Only a week from today. “Think of it as an early anniversary present,” you told him, still admiring the watch on him. You giggled, “It looks good, no?”

“It does. It’s perfect,” he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in, “Thank you.”

Hanamaki didn’t cave into that little pit in his stomach until you left for work the next morning. When you were gone he grabbed the watch from its box and looked at it again. And he let his mind wonder.

It’s not like he had a problem with you getting him a present, not at all. Or even that you must’ve spent quite a pretty penny on it. It was that he couldn’t do the same for you.

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He wished with his whole heart that he could spoil you rotten. You never asked for a thing but he wanted to give it all to you. The whole world. It’s what you deserved. It may have only been a year but he already decided that what you two had was forever. You brought a whole new level of life to Hanamaki and he knew you were an angel he was blessed with.

On your birthday he wanted to take you to that new amusement park. On Christmas he prayed he could get you those shoes he saw you eyeing. But he couldn’t. Not with the situation he was in right now.

You never thought any less of him or of the small presents he did get you though. It was another thing he loved about you. Your heart was always pure and in genuine appreciation and love when you opened the love letters he wrote you, the pictures he printed out, the plushies and snacks he got you. You were so content.

But he still wished he could give you more. To show you how much you meant to him.

With one more look at the watch he decided it. He had one week and he was going to give you an anniversary you deserved.

You were a little shocked at the news when you got home. Apparently an old alumni from his high school was a manager at one of the large supermarkets in town and one of his workers was on vacation for the week. Hanamaki was going to temporarily fill in.

You saw how excited he was to be working again so you smiled and congratulated him. You were honestly a little worried when he told you he’d be stocking some heavy supplies and would be leaving and arriving back home at irregular hours. But you knew he was struggling to land an interview for the job he actually wanted, he had been since he graduated college. You saw how eager he was to be earning a wage, so you were supportive.

But that week was hell for you.

You liked seeing Takahiro happy and more confident during the week but you also hardly saw him. Your worries stayed with you through the week, you could see how laborious the job was on him. And you missed him. Plain and simple. But were you being selfish? Was it selfish to want your boyfriend’s arms around you and for him to whisper jokes in your ear? You pushed yourself to be supportive nonetheless. But you were itching for the week to end.

And both of you were looking forward to it. Because at the end of this long week was your anniversary.

The whole time at work you were restless to get to your boyfriend. Besides a sleepy kiss to him that you were leaving, you two hadn’t even seen each other this morning due to your differing hours. But you did get a little sticky note saying ‘Happy Anniversary’, he had stuck it to your front door for you to see. You fiddled with it the entire day and counted the minutes before you could bolt to him.

When you got home Hanamaki was nowhere to be found. You walked into your bedroom and gasped.

He had laid petals on the end of your bed with his favorite date-night outfit of yours laid out. Near it were a big box of chocolates, a small pretty box and a card waiting for you.

Your heart began to beat fast as you read the words on the small paper. 

Hello, my angel. I hope your day was lovely. Meet me at the pond?

-Takahiro

PS I thought this all would look gorgeous on you. Can’t wait to see you!

You grinned at the surprise date, meeting at your special spot. The little pond in the city that not many people knew about. You two stumbled upon it on your first date together.

You nervously opened the box and once again gasped. You pulled out the most beautiful bracelet. Your heart only raced faster when you saw the engraving on the inside of the cuff. My angel. You were speechless. You quickly changed and left to meet with Hanamaki.

When his eyes landed on you he felt like he was floating. You indeed looked gorgeous. And suddenly the strain of his muscles from the relentless labor of the week and the loneliness from not seeing you as much both vanished and he was consumed with an overwhelming amount of love.

“Hey,” he grinned goofily at you.

“Hey yourself, handsome.”

He chuckled. “I’m not the one who looks breathtaking. And I guess I was right about this, it looks good, no?” He imitated what you said when you gave him his watch last week. He lifted your hand and placed a gentle kiss on the top of your palm.

When he let your hand go you pressed it to his cheek and looked at him, “It’s beautiful, thank you.”

“Happy Anniversary, angel.”

His smile and the love in his eyes were captivating. “Happy Anniversary, my love.”

“But it’s only beginning,” he took a few steps and picked something off the ground behind a tree.

“Oh my gosh,” you laughed when you saw it. A bouquet of the most striking flowers. “They’re beautiful, Takahiro.”

“The best for you, come on, let’s stroll.”

And so you two walked around the pond, finally catching up on the long week. You felt so good being by his side again, holding onto him. And you two reminisced on the past year.

“Okay, one last thing before we head to dinner,” he pulled something out of his pocket, an envelope.

He looked at you with excitement as you opened it. When you did your jaw dropped. They were tickets to your favorite show, one you only ever dreamed of going to. You whipped to face him. “What are these?”

“You know what they are,” he laughed, “We’re going!”

“No,” you whispered in disbelief. You looked at the tickets again. This was too much. The bracelet itself was more than you could ever ask for, he bought you these tickets too?

“We’re going,” he repeated, snaking an arm around your waist. “Are you surprised?”

The look on your face was enough to answer but you nodded your head slowly, “But love, are you sure? These are costly aren’t they?” These were unbelievably amazing gifts but you weren’t used to these kinds of presents from Hanamaki and you weren’t quite sure how to react.

“Don’t worry about that, now let’s get going, the restaurant is just around the corner.”

When you two were near the main street you expected him to guide you to his and your favorite little restaurant. A place you guys frequented a lot in the beginning of your relationship. But he turned a different way and you two stood in front of a place you’ve never been to.

And you gasp realizing it was the new restaurant they just built and you turn to your boyfriend, “We’re not eating here are we?”

“Of course we are!”

“But it’s so expensive!”

“I already told you don’t worry about that, angel, come on,” he gently pulled your hand.

But you didn’t move. “Takahiro.” You knew something was up. “Come here,” you instead softly tug him back behind the buildings back to the path that led to the pond. When you're away from passerbyers you look at your boyfriend. “What’s going on?”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know,” you shuffled your feet a little. What if you were wrong? And would it be wrong to say? “I just, I feel like you’re being different today.”

“It’s our anniversary, I want it to be special,” he gave you a smile but you still saw something in his eyes.

“And it is special but..” you knew there was something going on. You swallowed away the hesitation and looked at him directly. “But something’s bothering you and I want to know what it is. I know something’s up so tell me, love.”

At that moment Hanamaki realized something. That you really knew him, that you really knew his heart.

He sighed. There was no hiding it from you anymore. “I wanted to make our anniversary special. Y/N, I love you so much and I know you don’t ask for these things but I wanted to buy you all these fancy things because you deserve them. They’re all the things I’ve wanted to give you since the first time you smiled my way but I never could get them for you. And I got tired of always feeling guilty when you give me an amazing present and all I give you are letters and kisses.” He lifted your wrist and looked at the bracelet, “You should be showered with gifts like this bracelet, and nice bouquets, and fancy dinners way more than I can afford to give you.” He didn’t realize he was crying until you were gently wiping the tears off his cheek but he continued on. “I wanted you to have these so I got that job, and I would do all that work week after week if it meant seeing your beautiful face showered with love.”

You wiped at your own tears. You never realized how much Hanamaki thought about money like that and you certainly weren’t expecting such heartfelt words. “Oh my love, all these things are beautiful but they’re not you.”

His face scrunched in confusion.

“Takahiro, I know you love me. You treat me like royalty everyday of my life, I can’t believe someone can look at me the way you do. I can’t believe you would sacrifice so much of yourself for that job because you want to get me these things. And yes, the bracelet, the tickets, those are beyond amazing but all the luxuries in the world could not make me love you any better. The love you have given me this past year has been the best love I can ever be graced with.  I don’t need money and material things to know you love me. You want to know the things I treasure the most? When you kiss my head in the morning, when you open your arms when I climb into bed, and when you smile and tell me you’re happy. And those love letters? Love, those are the most precious things you have ever given to me.”

His eyes widened at all your words. “Really?”

You nodded, “Can I be honest? When you pulled out that envelope earlier I was excited to read another love letter I could add to my collection.”

He took everything in. You were telling him you accepted him, all of him. And that his love this whole time has been more than enough to let you know how he feels about you. He takes a few moments to process it all before he lets out a sigh of relief, one that’s been weighing him down for a while. And he looked at your beautiful face and smiled, “So maybe we can skip the fancy dinner and grab some takeout? I’ve missed cuddling with you on the couch.” He gently pulled you in closer to him.

“That sounds like a perfect evening.”

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i’m BACK with another angsty hurt/comfort request because school makes me wanna be Erens mom in the first episode 😌 anyways, so this one gets a lil more angsty, Levi and reader were dating for a hot minute, reader is head over heels for this man and loves him sm. n then boom. he breaks up with her. and then won’t tell her why. All he does is assure her it’s not his fault. Reader is HEARTBROKEN. can’t eat, cry’s all the time, the usual. After begging and pleading, Hange finally tells reader why. They tell reader that Levi broke up with her because he thought he would hurt her somehow. He knows he isn’t the most affectionate person, and he is TERRIFIED that one day reader will realize that there r more affectionate and sweet people who want her. So, instead of hurting you, he just stews in his own self hatred for a bit before breaking up with reader. reader confronts him about it, and reassured him that she knows he isn’t affectionate, but ofc she still loves him and wants to be with him. Side note, just wanted to say how much i love ur blog!! i really just love the way you write and convey Levi’s emotions, i think you portray him very well. Thank you for just writing and posting on here!!

MY DUDE @hidehaskak– your asks HURT ME and they CUT ME SO DEEP and I LOVE ITTTT. Please send me more asks that make my heart feel like it did in grade 10 when my crush didn’t like me back.

I went kinda crazy with this one, almost 3k words! Hope you enjoy!!!

Never Expected – ANGST, fluff, hurt/comfort

Humming softly to yourself, you tucked a stray whisp of hair that managed to escape from the grip of the band in your hair before heaving yourself off your knees and dusting them off, admiring the bouquet in your hands. It had been another gorgeous day, and it was uneventful on base. You had finished with your chores early after Levi’s tossing and turning in bed had woken you up, and despite his protests, you decided to get up with him to get an early crack on the day. Smiling at the thought of your boyfriend, you deftly tied a ribbon using some grass, securing the bouquet before tucking it against your chest. Gathering your pruning shears and sun hat, you made your way back to base with one last look at your beloved garden.

This morning, you noticed now bare the table he usually drank tea at was and figured you could show him how much you loved him and brighten up your room at the same time. Walking through the hallway, a vase you managed to snag from Mikasa tucked under your arm, your stomach flip-flopped when you saw a familiar figure up ahead. “Levi!” you chirped, running up to him, a bright smile on your face. “Look!”

He had stopped the moment he heard your voice and turned around only to have you barrel right into him. Barely managing to stay upright at the force of your excitement, instead of your beautiful face, all he saw in front of him was a bunch of colours. “Did you pick these?” he asked, stepping back to put some space between himself and the fresh smelling bouquet. “Mhm!” you confirmed, nodding your head. He never expected to feel this way.

This is what drew him to you. At first, he thought there was something wrong with you, always happy, bubbly, and kind to everyone you met. He couldn’t understand what a soul like you were doing in the military. Surely you would be on the arm of some snooty noble with your beauty and charming personality. Perhaps this initial puzzlement was what brought you two together. You couldn’t see what everyone else saw – unapproachable, curt, uninviting and brash. All you saw was how kind he was, how much he cared for others in his own ways, and how strong and intelligent he was. When you started dating, you brushed aside the comments everyone made about how lucky Levi was to have you and pretended not to hear the whispers about how you were too good for him, or him too good for you. Other than perhaps the other vets, no one knew Levi the way you did, and that was enough for you. You never expected to feel this way

~

A couple of days later, the mess hall was abuzz with excitement. With Erwin’s permission, you had made the others help you with your garden harvest; carrots, potatoes, tomatoes, and an assortment of fruits filling baskets. You were also given the day off, prepping and pickling items to store for the winter months. You worked, diligently packing certain items with salt, making jams and jellies, pots bubbling away and liquids reducing all around you. Levi stood by, leaning against the doorframe, shooing away cadets (mainly Sasha) who tried to sneak a taste of what you were cooking. He knew better than to offer you help or attempt to clean up – while you were cooking, you were intense. And if he valued the tip of his nose, he would leave you to cook in peace.

While everyone cheered their thanks to you as they sat down to eat, you beamed, happy to be able to brighten everyone’s day a little. As you leaned subtly into Levi’s side, his spoon stopped before it reached his mouth. “You’re not eating?”

“Mmm” you shook your head. “I was tasting for flavour and seasoning all night, I’m super full!”

Satisfied with your answer, Levi allowed you to continue to lean against him while he ate, discreet enough for his tastes. Inside, his heart was bursting with pride, his woman being such a goddamn catch. He never expected to feel this way.

Over the next couple of weeks, you were still on cloud nine. Everything was going amazingly with Levi. He seemed to be a little busier than usual these days, but it didn’t make you love him any less. You cherished the time you had together, the little peck he allowed you to give him when you brought him his cups of tea, the way he leaned into your touch when you massaged his headaches away, and even the way you got to feel his presence when he slipped into bed with you in the wee hours of the morning. Every day you woke to his scent on the pillow, your heart pounding in disbelief that you were able to call him yours. You had never expected to feel this way.

It was another week later when you first felt like you may have done something wrong. Levi was holed up in his office for longer hours every day, seemingly in hours of meetings with Hanji. It was weird since the base was not too busy, but you chalked it up to an expedition you were not privy to, leaving them be as it was not your place. That night, you felt Levi slip into bed with you, and smiled, snuggling into his body. For some reason, he held you tighter than he ever had before.

You never expected to feel this way. When you had awoken, you were surprised to see Levi sitting at the table, fingers brushing the fresh bouquet you had placed on the table the night before. He was deep in thought, his brows furrowed and eyes red around the edge. You quickly slipped out of bed, running up to him. “Is something wrong Levi? Headache? Aches? Work?” Your hands were everywhere, trying to find the source of his pain in order to take it away. “Y/N” he spoke, the tone of his voice making your hands freeze midair, a chill running through your body. “Let’s break up.”

Your hands fell, hanging limply by your side as your wide eyes filled with tears, your heart pounding in your chest as your mind raced, taking a seat at the table as legs gave out. What did he say? Did he…?

“W-what?” you stammered, hands fisting in the fabric of your sleeping pants, your tears splattering. Hoping. Wishing. Begging that you heard wrong.

“I said, let’s break up.” He repeated, the words an icy stab through your heart, goosebumps rising over your skin as you felt your stomach flipflop, wanting to throw up.

“W-what?” you repeated again, still not registering as the tears started to flow faster, your breathing coming out ragged and uneven. “Why! Levi why! Did I do something wr-wrong? Was it- was it that day I leaned against you in the mess hall at dinner? Maybe the dead leaves I didn’t clean up from the table?

He just shook his head, standing and stepping away from you, something undecipherable in his eyes. “No. Y/N. It’s not your fault. You did nothing wrong.”

You never expected to feel this way. You hadn’t left the room since that morning, your feet somehow clammy despite all the liquids that were coming from your eyes. You managed to crawl into bed after Levi left, assuring you once more that you had done nothing wrong. You curled up in bed, knees against your chest, your hands clutching your chest, the feeling of your heart beating in conflict with the way it felt. To you, it felt like your heart had shattered into a million pieces. Each beat was a lie. Your heart was broken. You replayed the last couple of weeks in your head over and over, trying to pinpoint what you had done wrong, trying to figure out how you had ruined something so perfect. By the time night fell, Hanji had managed to somehow pick the lock to your door, bursting in to find you in the same position. You had missed your appointment to go and assess the growth of some crops they had helped you genetically splice.

They held you, reassuring hand on your back rubbing away your hiccupping sobs as you wet the front of their shirt with your tears. They held you as you screamed your frustration, hot tears still managing to spill after a day of crying. They held you when you went limp, finally succumbing to sleep after exhausting yourself. Tucking you in, dried tears and puffy eyes marring your skin, Hanji heaved a sigh as they tiptoed out the room, willing themselves to stay strong.

You never expected to feel this way. It had been a week since he broke up with you, and you had left the bed only to use the bathroom and shower, the cold water hitting you echoing how you felt inside. You barely ate, the bitter coffees Hanji brought you every once a while the only thing you could keep down. Your cheeks were sunken and your skin an ashen shade, but it was your puffy and unfocused eyes that truly showed how much you had been affected. Hanji had managed to play off your mysterious disappearance with the others, telling them you had come down with some illness and quarantining in your room. Gifts of tea, fruits, and even flowers they picked from the garden were brought in at first, but at the sight of tea and flowers, you only started to cry harder, reminding you of the last moments you shared with Levi. You really couldn’t understand. As much as you replayed the past weeks in your mind, you could not find what you did wrong. You had begged and pleaded with Hanji, asking them over and over again why Levi would break up with you. Slowly, you realized maybe you had done nothing right. Your whole existence next to Levi was a burden on him, and your heart clenched once more, thinking about how much it must have annoyed Levi to have a talkative annoying brat like you clinging to him. You laughed bitterly, tears running down your cheeks again, your pillowcase barely absorbing the moisture anymore. God how stupid had you been. Of course, he had broken up with you. You were too much for him, of course you were. Your incessant attentiveness, the way he must’ve cringed at your touch when you ‘helped’ him with his headaches, how he must’ve put up with you tracking dirt and bringing in those stupid flowers from the garden. God, how you made him keep Sasha out of the kitchen that day when he probably had loads to do…your self-hatred at what you had done to the man you so loved hurt you so deeply the only thing you could do was to scream into your pillow until your throat was raw and voice hoarse.

Hanji couldn’t take it anymore. As much as they loved Levi, they loved you too. And seeing the two of you thick headed idiots destroy each other was driving them crazy. Every time you asked them why your heart was broken it took everything they had not to tell you. They knew Levi could probably take it, knowing how he handles his pain. But it was you who they worried about. Your bubbliness and kindness were core aspects of your personality, and they could not imagine a world without your brightness.

As they opened your door that evening, a small roll of bread with your usual cup of coffee in hand, they were shocked to see you tearing at your chest, red marks already marring your chest from your scratches where the thin shirt you wore did not cover, little droplets of blood springing forth. They had immediately come to your side, worriedly pulling your arms away from yourself. “Y/N! What happened?”

Your ragged breaths came out, for once your voice was strong, scaring them. “I did this Hanji. I did this. I madehim. I made him endure so much. No wonder he hates me. He hates me gardening, tracking dirt everywhere. He hates that I made him spend time with me away from work. He hates that I took away his personal space. He hates that I touched him without asking. Hanji, I did this. It’s my fault!”

Your hands trembled in Hanji’s strong hold, “Did he date me out of pity?” you whispered, scared to ask a question to an answer you already knew. “He dated me because he felt he had to didn’t he…”

A loud crack made you jump. Hanji had slammed their hands against the table, chest heaving. Turning to you, their eyes were more dangerous than you had ever seen them, serious and honest. Then they told you. They told you how Levi had been feeling inadequate. They told you how he loved the way you would give him a kiss when you brought him tea. How much he loved to watch your eyes sparkle as you told him about the flowers in the bouquet you picked that day. They told you how much he loved your respect for him, being discreet in your affection and giving him his own time and space.

They also told your through your tears, how he was scared he would hurt you. He would watch couples out on the town, holding hands, men tucking stands of hair behind their lover’s ear, the way a hand would be casually thrown around hips, kisses exchanged without a second thought. Hanji told you how hard he tried to push himself to be affectionate, and how he couldn’t bring himself to do it. And that’s when he knew. He knew there were things about him that even he could not change and being affectionate were one of those things. He knew how beautiful you were, how amazing you were in every aspect, the perfect soldier yet somehow an amazing gardener and cook. He couldn’t help but think what he thought when he first met you, how you would be better off in the arms of some noble, or someone who could shower you with affection the way you showed him. Hanji told you how much he was scared to death of hurting you, how he was scared of getting hurt himself, and wanted to let you down easy while it was still early in the relationship, not wanting you to leave him one day, irreparably broken and alone once you realized there were people out there who would treat you better.

You never expected to feel this way. The way your anger and frustration bubbled over at Hanji’s words. That absolute IDIOT!

Throwing blankets off yourself, a swig of the coffee washing down the huge bite of bread you shoved in your mouth. You were going to kill that man.

Levi didn’t know what hit him. He was alone in his office, ready for another sleepless night filled with self-hatred. Every time he thought of you, every time he missed you, he reminded himself how it was for the best. How it was better that he broke it off now for your sake and his own.

He was in the middle of one of those thoughts when the door slammed open, wood shuddering as it hit the wall, hinges creaking. You stood before him, looking sickly yet beautiful, your lips chapped and hair dull, eyes puffy, red, and oh god, full of an anger he had never seen off the battlefield.

You strode over as he sat there gawking at you and gulped slightly when your eyes met his. “Levi you absolute IDIOT!” you screamed at him, “You don’t think I know what type of person you are? You think I care that you don’t make out with me when we go out? You think I care you don’t call me by some pet-name more than my actual name? You think I care about that Levi? You think I of all people, don’t know you well enough to know you’re not the sweetest most affectionate guy out there? Levi, I love you. Levi, I love YOU, and your stupid crazy thoughts, your neat freak-ness, your curtness and sweet way of showing me you care. I don’t need that other stuff…I just need you. I love you Levi.”

Your voice had lost its intensity as you screamed, and by the end, your confession was just a whisper.

A rare sight, Levi softened his furrowed brows, and held his arms out to you. God he had fucked up. He really had. You slowly walked into his arms, your chest finally free from the pain that you had grown used by now. As he held you tight in his arms, he whispered to you how sorry he was, how much he loved you, and how he would spend the rest of his days making up to you the pain he had caused. You held him just as tightly back, telling him you loved him as well, and how stupid he was for ever doubting you. Neither of you expected to feel this way.

[muwur]

idk if this counts as an emergency or comfort request but ive been havin a REAL bad body image week nsnnnsnnnsnn could i maybe request headcanons for either oikawa or kuroo (u can pick if u wanna) with an s/o who is rlly self conscious about being chubby/has a really hard time with food and mayb feels like worthless because theyre not the ideal body type? idk sorry if thats dumb aaaah thank u sm if u choose to do this

self-love

♡ scenarios ♡ for oikawa and kuroo

❧ gn reader

✎ 3.7k words

a/n: hey hun, im sorry to hear you’ve been having a rough time lately. this kind of request actually rlly hits close to home, and if u ever need anything, ur mor than welcome to reach out to me :) i can also help look for resources for help, anything really. this goes for all y’all! i dont want none y’all to feel alone with anything ur going thru cuz we’re in this together! and no need to thank me, the pleasure is mine luv 🥰💕 nothing about this is dumb, ur feelings are valid. i hope this will bring you n many others some comfort. also,, FUCK BODY STANDARDS MAKIN US BELIEVE THERE’S AN IDEAL TYPE BC THERE IS NONE N Y’ALL R BEAUTIFUL N IF U DUN THINK SO I WILL COME OVER DER,,, ok im done 🥰🥰 (more notes at the bottom of this, i talk a lot n think its important, didnt wanna add it up here bc it was too long lolol) tw: mentions of bad body and implies disordered eating behaviors

 oikawa

♡ Oikawa was pretty keen, so when he observed a gradual shift in your behavior, he definitely took notice

♡ One day when you showed up to lunchtime empty-handed and sat with your two friends, casually chatting, Oikawa and Iwaizumi gave you a questioning look

♡ “Where’s your lunch, y/n?” Oikawa asked

♡ “Oh, I, uh, ate it already, actually.”

♡ Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow and offered you some of his, but you declined, thanking him and stating you were already full

♡ Later that day in class, however, Oikawa couldn’t help but notice the absence of your boxed lunch container in your unzipped backpack

♡ The next day, you came empty-handed again, blaming it on your forgetfulness during your rush to get to school

♡ However, it became a normal occurrence over time, and while you seemed fine, uneasiness began to prick inside Oikawa’s stomach

♡ Those smiles you wore appeared fragile, and the laughter that rumbled from your throat felt restrained

♡ You seemed more tired and unfocused than usual

♡ Preoccupied, withdrawn, and distant

♡ He could sense something was bothering you, no matter how much you may (or may not) have tried to hide it

♡ On his way to school one morning, he made sure to stop by a convenience store to pick one of your favorite snacks, thinking it was a simple gesture to brighten up the somber aura he’s been detecting from you

♡ “I have a surprise for you, y/n~” Oikawa announced with excitement, rummaging through his bag to pull out the snack and show it to you. “Look, it’s your favorite!”

♡ You could only offer him an uneasy smile, “Oh, you shouldn’t have...” You really shouldn’t have...

♡ When he noticed the tension in your body and expression, a frown appeared on his lips

♡ “Y/n? Is something wrong?” He reached out to place a comforting hand on your shoulder but you swiftly flinched away

♡ ”I’m fine..!”

♡ Surprised at your sudden movement and outburst, you both felt a split second of apprehension crackle in the air before you started to gather your items in a rush

♡ Sighing, you repeated, “I’m fine.”

♡ He wasn’t sure whether you were speaking to him or yourself

♡ “Thanks for the snack, but I’ll pass. Have it for me. You need it more, anyways; you have volleyball practice. I’ll see you tomorrow, Oikawa,” you offered him a solemn smile and left before he could even reply

♡ Some time had passed before he could finally get you to open up to him

♡ And when you did, it crushed his heart to see how much your insecurities broke you

♡ It hurt to hear how low you thought about yourself; how you couldn’t see the beauty in your being; how you deemed food, your body, and yourself as your worst enemies

♡ Thus bringing you to the conclusion that maybe you’d be happy and like yourself if you could just give up that midday snack or your school lunch

♡ Even raincheck a cafe date you were supposed to have together

♡ Maybe also skip dinner, sometimes breakfast the next morning as well

♡ You could manage on just water

♡ Little sacrifices to shed some weight, feel better, and get closer to your ideal body goals

♡ You admitted, however, to questioning whether any of it was worth it

♡ The constant states of hunger, pain, and defeat you lived in

♡ Only to feel as though you were getting nowhere

♡ Oikawa was well aware of today’s beauty standards. I mean, he himself was often praised for his natural charm and beauty

♡ And you felt you could never reach that ideal

♡ “Oikawa, you’re too good for me.”

♡ His eyebrows knitted in concern as he lifted his right hand to caress your cheek softly. “And why do you say that?”

♡ Tears threatened to prick at your eyes. All you could was stare at the ground in silent shame

♡ When you still said nothing, he leaned in closer, his brown gaze softly pleading

♡ “Y/n, look at me.”

♡ When your eyes flickered up to meet his own, Oikawa asked, “You know I love you, right?”

♡ His question was met with a meek, “Yes.”

♡ From your clouded glaze, he could tell that you had a hard time believing in your own response

♡  “Do you know why?”

♡ But before you could respond, he was already answering his own question

♡ “Well...” he began, glancing up in thought and wearing a small smile

♡ “Something about you makes me want to be by your side. I love to see your smiles and hear your laughter, but I always want to be there to hold you when you’re crying and in pain.”

♡ “You’re supportive. You understand what I need, and I don’t always have to explain myself to you. You take your time with me and make me feel like I can be myself. Not many people have stuck around to actually get to know me. Because of that, you’ve never failed to make my day a little better with just your presence.”

♡ “You’re strong and caring. I can rely on you to have my back, and I hope I provide that same comfort to you as well.”

♡ “I love being able to lazy around with you or go on adventures and discover something new. It’s comfortable and exciting at the same time.”

♡ “Your hands feel like they were made to hold mine.”

♡ He reached down to squeeze your hand gently

♡ “Kissing you makes me forget about everything else on my mind. I can just live in the present with you.”

♡ He moved close and gave you a peck above your eyebrow

♡ “You make me want to work hard and be a better person. You help motivate me to try my best, and you never give up on me. Why would I ever give up on you?”

♡  “I learn something new with you everyday. Like right now, I realize that I’ve never met someone who could so easily make my heart race as they could make my heart break.”

♡ “When I look at you, all I can think about is how beautiful you are and how lucky I am to have you in my life as a partner and one of my best friends. Nobody else could fill the gaps within me the same way you do.”

♡ Leaning over to brush his lips against your forehead, he muttered, “I’m going to love every part of you, inside and out. You’re already my ideal. I couldn’t ask for anything more. I could go on about every detail on why I feel so strongly for you, but I’m here to show you everything there is to appreciate about yourself because you’re worth every ounce of care and effort. And if you can’t see it in yourself right now, I’ll love you more than enough for the both of us until you learn to love yourself. I’m here to help.”

♡ And after crying out your tears into his shoulder as he held you close and rubbed your back, you both went to his house to relax and have some dinner

♡ He was patient with you, taking into account how having a meal may have made you feel anxious

♡ It was something small and simple that you two agreed to prepare and share, after some tender coaxing from Oikawa

♡ He later made a list in his journal about tips to keep in mind:

♡ ‘Check up on y/n often to see how they’re feeling’

♡ ‘Encourage them to eat meals/snacks. Don’t be too pushy, but be patient. Try to have eat with them when you can!’

♡ ‘Remind them they don’t have to earn the right to eat, and that their body doesn’t define their worth‘

♡ ‘Look into some mindfulness techniques!’

♡ ‘Don’t overvalue physical appearance. Also focus on all the other redeeming qualities y/n has! But of course I’m always gonna tell them they look cutee--’

♡ True to his word, he remained understanding

♡ He’s there to listen to you, or to sit with you in comforting silence

♡ During lunch he would share his food with you, reassuring you that it wasn’t something you had to avoid

♡ Some days he succeeds in encouraging you to share a milk bun or your favorite snack with him

♡ And on days you really didn’t feel like it, he never forces anything onto you and instead made sure you at least hydrated

♡ Oikawa spends some time doing research and gathering tips on how to help you

♡ Always reminds you of your worth and how you bring out the best in him

♡ He’ll never hold it against you if you ever become hostile, irritated, or in denial. He knows you’re hurting and doesn’t take it personally

♡ Sends you cute memes with all those emoji hearts

♡ Also some food puns (Oikawa: “I’m soy into you. Please brie mine. We are mint to be. I ap-peach-iate you. You got a pizza my heart. Olive you--” ; You: *puts a hand over his mouth* ; Oikawa: 🥺 ; You: “...olive you, too”)

♡ Always ready to give up what he’s doing to make sure you’re okay

♡ Will stay up with you late at night to talk on the phone

♡ Reminds you you’re beautiful at least 8 times a day

♡ If y’all ever go shopping and you try things on in the fitting room,, Oikawa would be your #1 hype man

♡ One time you tried something on, and you were almost too ashamed to step out and show him

♡ But when you did, you were met with his surprise and excitement

♡ “dfghjklkuyfuh” was all you could process from his incoherent speech before he insisted on treating you by purchasing it for you (Oikawa: “Can you wear this for me, like, everyday?” ; You: *weird look* “Why are you like this??” you love it tho--)

♡ Gushes internally over how cute you are during your movie + cuddle sessions, mostly pays attention to you rather than the movie

♡ Mid-movie be like:

♡ Oikawa: “So, uh, what’s happening again?

♡ You: -.- “You might as well google the whole synopsis instead of watching it”

♡ Oikawa: “...it’s not my fault you’re distracting, babe”

♡ Always politely excuses himself from his fangirls to get to you. Also reassures you he much prefers to be with you than anyone else and that you’re the best catch ;)) (You: “Oikawa, no” ; Oikawa: “y/n, yes”)

♡ Suggested doing some meditation together once

♡ You listened to a recording and you sat side by side on a mat, but Oikawa thought the person’s voice sounded funny so he had a hard time focusing

♡ But it ended with y’all laughing and making jokes as he lay his lead on your lap and you played with his hair

♡ Y’all get better at it tho

♡ Cooking dates! To try to show you that food isn’t an enemy and can bring people together :)

♡ Puts music on so y’all can jam together (Oikawa: “Oh my gosh, y/n, this is my favorite song, you’re not even rEADY to see me perform-- ; You: “Oikawa, t-the food! It’s burning!!”)

♡ Cooking dates also show that you should never leave the stove unattended

♡ Every once in a while he suggests seeking professional help. He wishes he could take away your pain and help you all his own, but he knows this is more complicated and required outside help, too

♡ Has help resources READY

♡ As well as small snacks like granola bars for you if you ever feel faint

♡ He doesn’t hesitate to confront you when he feels it’s necessary and he’s worried about your habits

♡ He handles things well, though, and often convinces you to take care of yourself more, even though he’s there to look after you

♡ Has made it his mission to help you win against your battle with insecurities

♡ Overall, he’s very caring and empathetic, hoping one day you’ll see yourself the way he sees you 💖 : strong, amazing, breathtaking, & perfectly imperfect

kuroo

♡ Occasionally, you would think about the day you broke down in front of him

♡ Your body racked with repressed whimpers as you tried to wipe the tears from your eyes and describe the recent state of your mind through choked sobs

♡ Lately, your thoughts were being especially relentless in making you feel miserable

♡ Oftentimes you’d be able to shove the negative thoughts to the back of your mind and carry on your day as usual, expertly acting as though everything in your life was going smoothly

♡ However, you found yourself fighting a losing battle against your own conscious, heavily preoccupied with thoughts of your own worthlessness

♡ And so you tried to cope

♡ But you were painfully aware of everything you felt was wrong with you

♡ You felt uncomfortable in your skin

♡ Every time you passed by your own reflection, you couldn’t help but mentally recoil at the image looking back at you

♡ Your clothes didn’t fit right

♡ Even when you opted for baggy clothes, you felt like you were taking up all the space in them

♡ Maybe it was the weight gain. You could see and feel it in your face, your arms, your stomach, your legs... everywhere

♡ You just wanted to hide away your shame

♡ Perhaps it was the dessert you allowed yourself to eat the other day. Foolish of you to think then that you wouldn’t regret it as much as you did afterwards

♡ As a consequence of those foolish actions, you made mental notes about anything and everything you ate. What it was, how much of it you had, etc

♡ Trying to restrict so that maybe you would lose some weight and come to like how you look

♡ Your obsessive thoughts of food and weight overtook your mind like a dark cloud

♡ Your favorite foods, which before would never fail to brighten your mood, taunted you with shame and guilt

♡ Exercise? Sometimes it was an activity you genuinely enjoyed. Other times, a chore that made you feel shitty or numb and reinforced your unhealthy desire to lose

♡ And you sometimes found yourself crying over your last meal, one you know you didn’t need. One you didn’t deserve

♡ And each time you released the reins on your self-control, you felt pathetic going against the vow you made to yourself  

♡ At this rate, you’d never be beautiful or be happy with yourself

-You’d remain unworthy, fat, disgusting--

-But before you could continue, your story was cut off by the impact of Kuroo’s embrace

-Your surprise silenced your sobs, and you could only stare wide-eyed at the space in front of you as you felt his arms squeeze tightly around your frame

-You both sat there for a few moments on your knees, with your back lightly leaning against a wall

- “I’m sorry for the pain you’re experiencing,” he begins softly. “Thank you for sharing with me. It must’ve taken a lot for you to do that.”

-He was right. It was your first time reaching out to another person about this. It was the last thing you thought you would’ve done today

- “I want to let you know that you shouldn’t be ashamed for feeling this way. Reaching out is important and brings you the help you need to get better. I know you might not want help right now or think that these thoughts and behaviors are a problem. However, telling me about all this shows that some part of you is recognizing there’s something wrong and you can’t always handle it on your own.”

-There were many reasons you kept this to yourself. You didn’t want to bother anyone else. Your problems seemed so trivial.  You worried saying them aloud would confirm your beliefs. You were scared people would see you differently. You--

-The intrusive thoughts never failed to make you feel ashamed

-However, it was oddly comforting to release the pent up emotions. To know you didn’t have to bottle up this burden anymore, and that you weren’t alone

-You were about to murmur in response when,

- “Also, you’re an idiot, y/n.”

- “Wow, thanks, as if I don’t already think that about myself,” you bit back in response

-You were about to shove him away just when he released his grip around your body and placed his hands on your shoulders

-His eyes shone with determination and a faint, inviting smile spread on his lips

- “You are the one of the single most important things in my life. I just mean you’re an idiot in the sense that you’re overevaluating one aspect to define your whole self. You’ve forgotten about all your other redeeming qualities that contribute to who you are.”

♡ “Your size, weight, shape; none of that matters. What matters is your health and happiness. Neglecting yourself in order to reach an ‘ideal’ that you’ve concluded is the answer to your self-worth is only bringing you farther away from what you truly want.”

♡ “I don’t mean to downplay any of your emotions or how significant this is to you. Your first step was to put your trust into someone else about this. That’s done. Now, I’m here to help you undergo self-evaluation and serve as encouragement on your journey to self-love and acceptance.”

♡ “I also want to remind you progress is not linear. There will be times when things are harder, and that’s okay; it’s part of the process. If you’re open to getting better in the future, I’m sure as hell going to be there every step of the way.”

♡ And with a soft peck to the forehead and another hug, he nuzzled into your neck and muttered, “I love you. And I want you to love yourself. So, please, allow me to help you through this and I guarantee that by the end of it all, it’ll have been so worth it.”

♡ Unsure what to say, you gripped his jacket tighter, buried your head in his shoulder, and muttered, “Thank you.”

♡ While the negative feelings about yourself remained afterward, you were relieved that your boyfriend was supportive and calm

♡ He treated you the same as always, teasing you over dumb things while making you feel like you stood among the highest peaks on Earth

♡ The day after, he had shown up to your house, weary-eyed and carrying his backpack

♡ “Kuroo? Why are you here? Also, why do you look so tired??”

♡ He stepped into your house with a yawn. He stretched his arms, then reached for his bag and whipped out his laptop

♡ “I stayed up a bit last night to do some research, babe! I also learned a lot about nutrition and molecular gastronomy, so I could help you come up with a meal plan that you’re okay with!”

♡ You were touched he was educating himself on how to help you

♡ But you drew the line at the science jokes-- (Kuroo: “You know you love them.” ; You: “‘Na’ I don’t.” ; Kuroo: :ooo “Did you just-- Marry me.”) (Na = sodium lol)

♡ His nutritional research helped you to learn the contents of food beyond calories; mans explains the vitamins, nutrients, amino acids, etc in them that you need and their benefits

♡ “Trout, avocados, and almonds have vitamin E, which is good for your skin! Oh, and don’t get me started on bananas. Yes, they have carbs (which your body needs anyway as a source of energy!), but POTASSIUM?? Shit’s gonna regulate your fluid balance, maintain heart health, stimulate normal muscle function, AND help your brain to communicate with the rest of your body!”

♡ ALSO cooking dates; just as chaotic (“Aw mannn, the egg exploded all over the microwave!” dont ask y it was being microwaved)

♡ Over time, he’s taken mental notes about your thoughts, feelings, triggers, etc

♡ He’s quick to pick up on your mood and will always ask you how you’re doing

♡ Tries to do something special for you on days you’re especially not feeling well, like taking you on a spontaneous date! (You: “Do you know how to ice skate?” ; Kuroo: “Uhh,,, after today, I will hopefully”)

♡ But will also opt for staying in with you and cuddling when you don’t want to go out (Kuroo: “I heard this movie is soooo bad! ...wanna watch it?”)

♡ Invited you to the beach with his team during the first week of summer

♡ You were unsure about this, since that meant going out in public, potentially with minimal clothing

♡ You initially sat on a beach towel under an umbrella, wearing the security of a T-shirt. He’d been aware of how you felt ever since he asked you to come, so he would sit with you and link an arm around your shoulder

♡ “I’m lucky I get to spend this day with you,” he’d say. “You look gorgeous. You always do. Now, I wanna see you smile and have fun. Let’s go take a dip, yeah?” He offered his hand, which you shyly took, and pulled you up

♡ Then immediately picked you up and started running to the water to get you soaking wet, and you were forced to ditch the heavy, waterlogged shirt

♡ However, you silently thanked him for his sweet words, making you feel secure enough to just forget your worries and enjoy the warm sun and cool water

♡ He also tries his best to lessen your anxieties over food and often shares/eats meals with you

♡ Reminds you everyday how much you’re worth to him and that there’s nothing about you that needs to change

♡ This sweet, protective, n smart boi will treat you how you deserve. It’s a guarantee he’ll be there through thick and thin, and he’s excited for the day you realize you’re just as amazing as he knows you are 💕

a/n: oop this was rlly long lol mb, i just may or may not personally know a bit about this so i went oFF

also neded to some som silly n fluff bc we all need dat

also, these r like kinda hc’s ?? but also a deconstructed oneshot/scenario?? bc they provide some rly brief bg story? one from more  of the character perspective while the other more on y/n before we get  to the hc’s about how he treats y/n. how everyone struggles w body image is different n i wanted to portray a bit of what it felt like and how it could manifest in ppl’s behaviors/thoughts. however, this is not to say that everyone feels exactly like this. what i wrote only represents a fraction of it all.

by providing some sort of bg i hope im not making u feel like this isnt u  or that u cant relate, pls lmk if i need to change anything to make it  right for u <3 ok now im actually done sry long author’s note  rfguhofe this is just rlly important to me y’all  , stay safe n take care, much luv for u <3

[mfingenius]

hi there! i really love your writing and it always brightens my day when i read one of your fics :) could i possibly request some more of that high school au with harry as a basketball player? maybe someone catching draco and harry in a public display of affection and them making fun of draco and harry and blaise team up to defend their boyfriend/best friend respectively? thanks sm !

I’m so glad to hear that babe

This is part [1] and [2]

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Draco’s never had sex. And it’s not like it’s a weird thing, alright? He’s been dating Harry since they were both fifteen, and they’ve never had sex, and it’s not like he would’ve lost his virginity before that. And it’s not a secret either, and Harry’s a virgin, too.

Draco thinks.

It’s not like he’s asked, but they were friends before they were dating, so Draco thinks Harry would’ve told him if he weren’t. He doesn’t know. But that’s not the point. The point is that even if they’re both virgins, Harry is thousands of times more relaxed about any display of affection than Draco is.

They’re at Blaise’s birthday party, snogging in Harry’s car. Draco’s aware that this isn’t exactly privately, but it’s much more private than the house is, with drunk teenagers everywhere.

“Fuck,” Harry breathes, peppering kisses down Draco’s jaw, his throat, his collarbones. He bites down, and Draco whimpers, hands tightening on Harry’s hair.

“Ha-arry,” He says, because he’s only too aware that anyone looking could see them. “St-stop. We have - have to stop.”

Harry’s hands tighten, one on Draco’s thigh and the other one on his arse, and he rests his forehead against Draco’s shoulder, nodding.

“Yeah,” he agrees, exhaling. They stay there, simply breathing for a moment, and Draco looks at the ceiling, trying to calm his breathing. “Want to go inside?”

Not really, but they’re already here, so Draco says, “Yeah.”

Harry opens the door, and helps Draco steady himself so that he can get out first, before getting out himself and closing the door. They walk in together, hand in hand.

“You’re finally here!” Blaise greets them at the door, handing them each a red cup with something that smells strongly like Tequila. Draco doesn’t trust Blaise to prepare his drinks; he always ends up drunk. 

“What is this?” Draco asks, looking warily at it. Harry smells his and then takes a sip. He has a much higher alcohol tolerance than Draco.

“Just drink it.” Blaise tells him, rolling his eyes. 

“Finally decided to come in?” Pansy Parkinson used to be one of Draco’s friends, but they don’t get along anymore. “Saw you snogging outside for like an hour and a half. Were you fucking?”

Draco’s cheeks burn red.

“That’s none of your business.” He responds stiffly. They weren’t, but he doesn’t want her to know that, either, because she’ll just find another way to use it against him.

She looks at them through narrowed eyes. The corner of her lips curl.

“You haven’t had sex, have you?” She asks. “You’re still terrified.”

“Leave it, Pans.” Blaise tells her. They’re still friends, though not as close as they were before. Blaise and Draco both grew out of their cruel phase, and she didn’t. 

“His boyfriend,” Pansy says, like the word disgusts her. “Deserves to know that he’s probably never going to get any because Draco’s too much of a coward to do it.”

“His boyfriend,” Harry says, coldly. “Doesn’t care about your opinion.”

“And I’m not a coward.” Draco snaps. He’s scared, sure, but that doesn’t mean anything. Everyone’s scared of something, and so sue him if his thing is physical intimacy. There’s nothing wrong with him. 

“You are.” Pansy says. “Fuck, Draco, you were too much of a coward to even kiss Harry in the ten years you pinned after him, what makes you think-”

“Pansy,” Blaise says. “If you don’t leave it, I’ll kick you out.”

Pansy clenches her jaw. Draco doesn’t understand what happened; they used to be great friends, the three of them, but when Draco transferred and began spending more time with Harry than he already did, she just - began hating him.

“Fine.” She says. She takes Draco’s cup from him. “I’m sure you weren’t planning to drink this, so-”

Draco snatches it back. “I was.”

He drinks it all at once, and immediately regrets it. His throat burns, his eyes water a bit, and it makes him dizzy almost immediately.

She scoffs and walks away. Harry drops Draco’s hand to wrap an arm around his shoulders, and though Draco tries to forget what Pansy had said, he’s not able to.

He drinks something else - Harry prepares it for him, so it doesn’t have as much alcohol as Blaise’s - and takes two shots - one with Lavender Brown and the other one with Blaise, for his birthday - and ends up more than a little bit drunk.

“Come on,” He pushes Harry into Blaise’s bedroom and locks the door before going back to snogging him.

“Draco,” Harry says between kisses. “We don’t have to do this. You’re upset about Parkinson and-”

“Don’t.” Draco snaps. He pushes Harry down on the bed, and then straddles him. He presses their lips together harshly and Harry’s hands immediately go to his hips, then to his arse. They snog like that for a few minutes, but the moment Draco tries to undo Harry’s jeans, Harry stops him.

“Love,” he says, softly. “You’re drunk. Very drunk. And you’re upset, and I don’t want our first time to be because you’re trying to prove a point. I want it to be because we both want it.”

“I do want it.” Draco tells him. Harry’s right about how drunk he is; the world is spinning and he hears himself slur. “Fuck, Harry, I do.”

“Alright,” Harry says, leaning up on his elbow. His other hand rubs soothing circles on Draco’s hip. “I know. It’s okay. We’ll find the time, and the place, and it’ll be fine, but if it’s like this you’ll regret it in the morning. I don’t want you to regret any of the thing we do together, love.”

“Fine.” Draco says. He tightens his hands on the sheets to steel himself and lays his head on Harry’s chest. “But I - really do need to lie down for a bit.”

Harry laughs and runs his hands through his hair. “Alright, love. We can stay as long as you want.”

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“I’m...I’m not in WayV anymore?” YinYin was sure the devastation showed on her face. She’d finally made it. Finally been given a real debut, and now they were taking it away. “I don’t understand. What did I do wrong?”

“No, YinYin, what we’re saying...” Her manager stopped and conversed quickly in Korean with the SM representative, before switching back to Chinese for her. “Is that we’re transferring you back to Korea for the Super Team.”

“Super Team?” She tilted her head.

“It’s a new project group. Members from all of SM’s major boy groups. Kai, Taemin, Baekyun, as well as NCT members. You’ll know people.”

“But...I have to leave WayV?”

“Just for a little while.” Her manager promised. “But Lucas and Ten have already agreed to go, so you won’t be alone.”

Her mood brightened at that. “Are they...are they sure they want me in this group?”

“We’re sure.” 

The SM representative spoke up. “We’re flying you back to Korea next week, and then you’ll sign the contract and start practicing.”

YinYin nodded. “Okay, then.”

“I’d start packing. Bring anything you need for Korea, or the US.”

“The US?” She exclaimed.

“Of course.” He said.

“It’s a global debut. You’ll be promoting in Korea and the United States.”

“Okay.” YinYin nodded, trying to hide the terror that had struck her. Her Korean was mediocre at best, and her English was practically non-existent. Really, the only English she knew was what she used when communicating with Lucas, to explain words neither of them knew how to say. “Um...can I be dismissed now?”

“Sure. We’ll be in contact with more information.”

YinYin bowed and stood from the table, smoothing out her skirt and hurrying out of the meeting room.

The next floor down was the lounge where WayV usually hung out, so she headed there to find her group mates.

Sure enough, the second the elevator door opened she spotted a familiar head poking out above the couch. 

“LUCAS!” She screeched, causing him to drop his phone as he looked around frantically. When his eyes settled on her, he relaxed and rolled his eyes.

“What are you doing here? I thought you were taking the day off.” He asked, grabbing his phone.

She hurried over, hopping the back of the couch and landing beside him with enthusiastic grace. “Guess what?”

“You had coffee this morning?” He laughed, patting her on the head. “Don’t drink too much, it’ll stunt your growth. Oh wait-”

She narrowed his eyes. “Stupid tall person. If you don’t want to hear my news than fine.”

“No, no, no.” He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, holding her in some sort of wrestling manoeuvre to keep her from escaping. “You have to tell me.”

“No thank you. I’ll just go talk to YangYang.”

“YinYin YangYang.” He snorted. “No, I’m your best friend. You have to tell me first.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder. “Guess who just got asked to join an SM Super Team?”

“Ah, me?” He looked confused.

“No.”

“Ten?”

“Noooo.” She sounded annoyed. “Hint, she’s adorable and practically sitting in your lap.”

He looked around. “I don’t see anyone.”

“Lucas!” YinYin laughed. “Me! They asked me to join the group!”

“Really?” His face broke into the widest grin she’d ever seen. The only time she’d seem him smile wider was when they both got added to WayV together. “They asked you? To join the boy group?”

She nodded, positively beaming.

“YES!” He squeezed her tightly. “That means you can come with us! We can keep being best friends!”

“I know!” She laughed, before she remembered something. “But they said its a Korean and English group. I don’t really speak either, what if they don’t want me?”

“They will want you,” He promised. “Mark will be there, and Taeyong. Plus, I’m sure the older guys will be nice to you. I bet- HEY TEN!”

The boy in question looked absolutely offended at being shouted at upon leaving the bathroom. “What?” He demanded.

Lucas dramatically did jazz hands around YinYin’s head. “Look who just got added to our Super Team!”

“Really?” Ten walked over, grinning. “You’re in too, Yinnie?”

“I am!” She smiled. “You know, assuming they don’t kick me out for only speaking Chinese.”

Ten sat down on her other side. “You speak Korean fine, you just get nervous. And you’re good at English, when you try. Besides, I can help you translate.”

“Why can’t I help?” Lucas looked offended.

“Because you barely speak Chinese.” YinYin teased him. “And thank you, I’m sure this will go okay, right?”

“For sure!” Ten grinned. “I can’t wait to start practicing. There’s tons of dancers in this group, so the choreo is going to be insane.”

“Who cares?” Lucas shook YinYin back and forth. “Yinnie is coming with us!”

[damnnjoon]

100 reasons to love Jeno

he’s allergic to cats but his family has 3 (bongsik, seol, lal) and he loves them dearly

he’s obsessed with cars like the little nerd he is 

hates math dearly 

he did enjoy both history and the sciences, though

even then, his favorite subject was phys ed, as expected

he can lie face down flat on the ground and raise himself up with bending his arms that is INSANE

can also get up onto just one foot without touching the ground

he cleans meticulously when he’s drunk

he also tries to get the other members to sleep early or sleep when they don’t want to,,, he essentially becomes dream parental figure no. 1

jenshow!!!! mc of the year!!!! king of mc-ing!!!!!!!

he’s grown up well throughout the years (from smrookies to chewing gum to now (boom)) but his smile has stayed exactly the same since when he was that kid from that commercial

speaking of: the milk commercial he was in

his and doyoung’s couple costume for 2018 halloween it was just so Valid

also him and renjun couples smurf costume it really went down in history i feel

i legally can’t go further without mentioning that one JSMR ep where he had the bathbombs and he saw the train bathbomb and went “choo choo!” that was so Good 

he named his airpods “Jeno’s showerhead” boy WHAT

his trademark confusion noise (”huH?”)

the mole near his right eye…

...and the one on his left cheek 

the fact that he’s awkward at aegyo in front of cameras but, according to jaemin, he has the most aegyo out of any of the dream members

he slaps his toner on so hard that it wakes renjun up every morning 

can and will eat most things with mayo (ex. celery)

all of his contact names for the dreamies are puns based off of their names 

current official hardest puncher of the dreamies 

jaemin got champagne for his birthday and jeno finessed it within like… a minute

the sound he makes when he’s trying to hold his laughter in is EXQUISITE

that’s another thing: he laughs soooo easily it’s so good

his dancing is so mf powerful i feel like not enough people appreciate how talented jeno is at dancing

exact same height, shoe size, and joining day as jaemin, his ‘destined best friend’

lets his members play games in his room into the morning even though he has work at the show

calls himself “no jam” (not funny) even though he’s a whole circus

his automatic wince that he holds for a few seconds when anything is too loud during JSMR

high pitched noise of annoyance

exceedingly gentle and has a self-proclaimed weakness for cute things

cries when he’s angry 

has gotten more and more confident as the eras pass by i am LIVING for it

says that he hopes to have another comeback with the original dream members someday (after they’ve all graduated… because SM is a Fuck and won’t make ot7 dream a fixed unit)

plays the guitar

composes songs! he’s so talented and musically inclined i am so proud of him

him, hyuck, jaemin, and jisung were forced to drop out of school to pursue being idols BUT before that he majored/focused in practical dance at SOPA (where his seatmate was jaemin!)

known for being bad at taking selfies (even though anything and everything with him is iconic, immediately,)

when filming for “go” hyuck fake kissed him and jeno started chasing him and that actually made it into the mv which is so funny

can eat half an apple in 2-3 bites

tied in arm wrestling with jaemin, who’s his lifting partner 

has never gotten blackout drunk even though renhyuck allegedly have 

really likes playing mobile games!! 

likes puppies and old dogs just the same he’s so good with animals

he can play the violin!

he’s the baby of his family and that really shows sometimes

his handwriting is very aesthetically pleasing in both english and korean

he still has “the tastebuds of a child” and eats like garbage but works out super hard to maintain his body (i hope he’s being healthy!!!!)

his assigned character trait (ex. renjun’s is “pureness/innocence” because SM can’t their artists seem more than 1 dimensional, apparently) is “boring” and he just runs with it and it gets funnier and funnier whenever he or the others call him boring because they all know he’s a whole clown

listens to music loudly 

his rapping improves with every song he’s really finding his flow!! it’s especially obvious in the we boom album in 119 and stronger imo

has a terrible sense of direction

he’s been wearing a lot of sleeveless tees onstage and offstage recently and you can tell he’s been working out which is rad because he’s mentioned how much he enjoys exercising so it’s good that he’s been doing what he loves!!

had a cameo on the drama a-teen... king of being an all around performer!!

resembles a samoyed (self-proclaimed) because of his eye-smile

loves cherry blossoms

he’s watched a lot of disney films but his favorite is the original Lion King

resembles (and loves!) donghae of suju

constantly compliments his members and has a tendency to compliment them even right after he clowns them

loves dark chocolate and can eat a lot of it

he really likes the sound of pencils against paper

his duality is insane he’ll go ham onstage and then be quieter and all smiles backstage like... true prince

his facial expressions are PEAK he is so expressive especially when he squawks at stuff

he genuinely liked studying (more or less) when he was a student and would like to go to university

has always wanted to and still wants to major in architecture!

that time he lit a candle and then accidentally blew it out directly after

when he shhhhed a lemon on JSMR

would love to go to Europe someday

his specialty is acting and I really hope to see actor!jeno some time in the future if he’s up for it

the way he says “oh my gosh!”

his soft vibrato when he sings where you can tell he’s not quite sure of his vocal capability (even though he should be because he’s iconic) but he still likes to sing

i know i’ve mentioned it but his dancing is so smooth and stylistic and powerful and tbh i feel it in my chest

boom shooting when he neglected to remind jaemin that he had his phone and pretended to take jaemin’s calls

that time renjun said live that jeno games til 4 am and jeno was like “don’t say that!!my mom might be watching”

boy can EAT

says he hates skinship but seems to enjoy initiating it

wears his watch everywhere because he’s the king of fashionable functionality

this (shoutout @iriiidescence )

i hate to focus on his physical attributes because I feel like he gets boxed in as just “pretty” way too often, but, with that being said, his hands are gorgeous and you can tell how much he respects the world around him by how gently and daintily he holds things

read and enjoyed Jonathan Livingston Seagull

is incredibly artistic but never talks about it

his eyes and gaze are visibly and obviously different on and off stage

he gets so flustered talking about his own duality it is the cutest thing

early days esp during mfal his smile was like :3 and it isn’t as pronounced nowadays but sometimes it’s still like that and that is very good

when dream got reflectors for their selfmade movie shoot thing (was it for the boy videos or something similar? I can’t remember) and he put it behind mark and was like “halo!” and hyuck almost beat his ass then and there

jaemin said “we’ve known each other for 7 years” and jeno was like “let’s stop meeting”

that nct life moment when him and jisung were “sparring” and jeno won but when he went to shake jisung’s hand he straight up pulled jisung’s mitten off but kept on shaking the empty mitten anyways to save face

the smrookies age vid where jaemin asks “am i cute?” in Thai and jeno straight up says “no”

ran DIRECTLY into a green screen during go mv filming and had the misfortune of it getting caught on camera

when jaemin said “i love you” and jeno (he was over the phone) panicked and stuttered out “no thanks”

when he sticks his tongue out in pics he is the CUTEST mofo

when he centered in black on black

when he was dressed up all hardcore in all black with a fake gun and still managed to look soft because of how his eyes shone with all the stars in the night sky

he always looks at his members like they each hung the moon

is always honest (even when it comes to shading SM 👌)

is always striving to become a better version of himself no matter what he is doing

spreads love in any way he knows how, whether it be verbally or through his actions or through the way his gaze lingers when reading comments or how focused he is on specific dance moves or how attentive he is to his friends... jeno always does what he can to brighten the world of those he loves and those who love him and he deserves the sun moon and stars because of this

[knightofameris]

okayy here we go; hi i’m known as jules!! she/they,, self ship w/ semi, very teasing but soft vibes yano fhdjdjd and 3am adventures to the store w/ sugaris ofc hehe C: -🧸

☙ julmi+ sugaris ❧

✎ contains. angst if you squint, chaos and fun <3 ✎ wc. 0.7k

✎ summary. a coincidental and spontaneous meet up~

✎ ameris’ notes. K SO I WAS KINDA STUCK ON THE SHIP NAME BUT I THINK THIS STILL WORKS. ur so cute and I love this sm ;-; and thank u for stopping by sm. and i hope you see this in the morning!! and hopefully it’ll help you feel a lil better <3 (also my first time writing semi pls. might’ve really focused on that tsundere aspect u brought up before ADSJFDAFJ. 

also pushing my ONE handcanon i have for him which came from this fic i read where he made like a 2-3 chapter cameo ljldsjf

AND oh god i couldn’t concentrate on this. destiel. putin. yk, the usual

It was a little bizarre seeing how Semi and Sugawara got along so well. Considering the fact that Karasuno did beat Shiratorizawa to be the representative of Miyagi. But you suppose they had quite a bit to relate over. 

Not just volleyball, but the fact that, well, as setters they were replaced despite being third years. But they each found their own way to contribute (even if they didn’t believe it). 

Nonetheless, this was how you personally found yourself chasing Ameris down the different aisles for stealing the last of your favorite snacks (though you knew she was going to give it to you in the end). 

“I’ll let you have the snacks if you ate dinner today!” You shouted. Ameris came to an abrupt stop, though, and you ultimately crashed into her the moment Sugawara and Semi appeared in front of the two of you, causing a rather large “accident.”

In a tangled mess of limbs, Semi let out a groan, trying to get back up as Ameris and you clambered off the boys in a fit of giggles. 

“Did you really have to run around like that?” Semi huffed as if he was mad. You know he wasn’t which made you smile up at him. He began to flush pink, quickly looking away with his brows still furrowed. He does admit though, he enjoys seeing you happy like this. 

Ameris tossed the snack towards you as she went to help Sugawara up off the ground, “I didn’t eat dinner so uhh, you can have the snacks.” She laughed sheepishly as she immediately hid behind Sugawara. Before you could scold her, however, her boyfriend immediately bonked her on the head.

“What do you mean you didn’t eat dinner!” Sugawara scolded, grumbling about how he was gonna have to force feed her. 

“We should head back if we want to sleep before sunrise,” Semi suggested, glancing at his phone for the time. You stuck our your tongue as you held onto his arm. 

“You’re no fun.” 

Ameris piped in, “Let’s quickly grab our snacks and meet in the front? Then we can finish our game of Catan.” 

With everyone agreeing, so that they didn’t destroy the store clerk’s sanity any more with the many close calls of knocking over shelves of food, they rushed in pairs to grab their respective snacks. You had to drag a somewhat grumpy Semi Eita, though you knew deep down he was having just as much fun as you were. 

It had been a somewhat difficult journey over the years. Not between your relationship with him, save for maybe the mutual pining which drove everyone insane. Including Ameris (with love). But seeing him try to pour his love into the sport only to be overshadowed. 

But you knew he was talented in other ways. Or skilled, depending on your perspective. 

The first time he played piano for you was the same day you knew you were-well-maybe in love with him. Or definitely in love with him. It was always fascinating to you that he took care of his hands not just for setting, but for such a wonderful instrument. 

“Should we get some of these?” Semi asked, pointing towards a few bags of amanoya rice crackers. 

Your face brightened up, immediately scanning the rows of snacks below and above it, “Yeah! Ames likes the wasabi ones and I think Sugawara as well.”

Semi nodded, grabbing a handful before the two of you headed towards the front, promptly paying for the snacks to meet up with Sugawara and Ameris outside. 

The cold brisk air of the night hit the two of you, slight chills running through your body. Semi wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you in to keep you warm.

“Nice, Semi-san making the moves first time around!” Ameris teased. Sugawara giving a low whistle as well. You grinned, patting him lightly on his chest before the four of you headed back to finish up some board games and watch terrible TV shows. 

Of course, it was a slow walk full of detours, pranks, and many snacks being eaten before even getting back. But, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[deadontheinsidebut]

HI ANGEEEL this is very random but i've been reading your recent posts before sending this ask, and i just want to say that i really admire how you defend your friends and stand your ground against all those hate anons. im sorry that you have to go through all of that, you don't deserve the drama :(( i hope you've been well on your tumblr break!!! i wish u nothing but happiness, i love u angel !!! 💖

OMG JUSTINE HELLO THIS ASK LITERALLY BRIGHTENED UP MY MORNING 🥺💓💕💝💝💞

And thank you so much for mentioning that trait. It’s actually something i really aim to be because I know what it’s like to not have anyone there to defend you when you most needed it or were doubting yourself like never before.

Thank you for wishing me well, but I remembered I can’t go on a tumblr break because I have fluffvember LMFOAOSOSOOS but it’s okay I’m genuinely fine. Like I’m actually chillin. I love the people I met on here and ofc there are gonna be some imposters among us to spice the story up hehe

I love you sm justine and I hope you are doing absolutely amazing. I’m wishing you all the happiness and love rn 🥺💖💖

[chimmyboii]

Complete - Kim Seokjin x Reader

Summary: You felt like you were on top of the world. Good job, nice place, loving fiance. Then, your dad asks to see you at your family’s hotel. It’s there you meet Kim Seokjin, who manages most of the hotel activities nowadays. You two become close friends. He makes you laugh, makes you smile and comforts you through hard times. At your engagement party, you discover something that will change your life for good.

I eyed the large building in front of me, the sight of it made me nauseous. It had been years since I’d been here, yet it still held a familiar aroma about it. As I entered, I noted the layout had changed a bit. The walls were no longer a bright white that was blinding when you walked in. Now, it is black with white roses decorating it, the old wooden reception desk had been replaced with a glass one. The old book that contained the booking orders was no longer there, in its place sat behind the desk was a large Apple iMac in all its glory. I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped my lips, this was not the hotel I had grown up in that was for sure.

“Excuse me, Miss, but can I help you?” Turning around, I met soft doe eyes. A man stood in front me. He must work in the hotel as he was wearing a waistcoat and a name tag. I could make out his name: Seokjin. Upon further inspection, I note how handsome he is as well; plush full lips, straight nose and sparking brown eyes. “Miss are you alright?” he repeats. I jump out of my daydream.

“Yes, I would like to speak to Mr. Y/L/N” The man, Seokjin, frowns for a moment before answering.

“Mr. Y/L/N isn’t here at the moment; I can leave him a message. I’m Seokjin, I’m in charge of the hotel whilst he is away.” Right away I can tell he’s lying, it was too rehearsed, probably reciting what the old man told him to say. I let out a soft chuckle before shaking my head.

“I know he’s here,” Seokjin eyes widen in surprise. “Tell him his daughter is here and that I’m not leaving until he speaks with me.” Seokjin nodded, a small smile taking over his lips as his eyes light up in recognition. As he leaves, I walk to take a seat in the reception area. It’s almost twenty minutes later before Seokjin arrives back. He looks uncomfortable, I note.

“He told me to send you up to his office on the fourth floor. I want to warn you though, he’s not exactly sober.” I scoff while rolling my eyes.

“There’s a surprise.” I snarl before stalking off to the elevator. I press the fourth-floor button, ignoring Seokjin’s watchful eyes. The doors close and I’m left with my thoughts. I hadn’t seen my father in years, most likely a good thing if I’m honest. He wasn’t much of a father. He spent the majority of my childhood drinking away any money we ever had – I let out a bitter chuckle at the memory. The elevator comes to a halt before the door opens. The office is straight ahead of the elevator. I didn’t bother knocking, I just entered with my head held high.

There he sat, the man who took part of bringing me into this world. He was hunched over his desk, bottle of beer in hand; a sight I was used to. His glazed eyes brighten as he sees me, letting out a cheer.

“Ah! There she is, my brainy little girl.” He hiccups before staggering to his feet, he leans over the table to attempt to hug me. I take a step back before he reaches me, sighing as I cross my arms.

“You emailed me to come here so we can talk, and you couldn’t even stay sober. Good to know you haven’t changed Dad.” I growl, getting ready to leave. Before I could turn to leave, he latches onto my wrist, holding me in place. I glare at him, ready to snatch my arm away.

“Wait don’t go, there’s a reason I asked you to come here,” he slurred, even though he’s drunk I can tell he’s serious. “I want to pass the hotel onto you. Think I’m going to retire, I’m too old now Y/N. Don’t think this is for me anymore.”

“What you mean is: is that you’re an alcoholic and can’t keep up with drinking and running a business,” I retort before adding, “So you thought, ‘why not put the business onto the shoulders of my daughter while I drink myself into my grave?’ Am I right?” He sighs, letting go of my arm.

“You never make things easy, do you?” He takes another chug of his beer before looking back at me.

“Why should I? You certainly didn’t give a fuck about making my life easy when you came home drunk nearly every day, blasting the stereo till three in morning, knowing I had school the next day.” I took a seat on the chair in front of the desk. Looking around the room, I notice the pictures on the wall. All of me, from a child to a teenager. He even had a photo of my graduation from University, which I didn’t invited him to it, knowing he’d turn up drunk. Mum must have sent him a copy. I also spot a picture of my mum; it was sitting on top of a filing cabinet, in the far corner. She was younger, maybe in her twenties, she looked happy smiling away at the camera. My dad interrupts my thoughts by slurring nonsense.

“Well despite my mistakes you turned out alright.”

“Yeah, well, that was no thanks to you. My main goal growing up was not to turn out like you. So, yeah, I think I did pretty well, thanks.” The office falls back to silence, apart from my constant sighing and dad downing more beer.

I let out a final sigh, “Look if that’s all you wanted me here for, to ask if I would manage the hotel then the answer is no. I’m not interest in the hotel dad, I have my own job, one I’m proud of. I’m a director at a large advertising company, I don’t need this, give it someone else.” Standing, I grab my bag when the door gets a knock. My dad lets out a slurred ‘come in’, Seokjin enters. He smiles as he sees me but when his eyes drift to my dad, he grimaces.

“Mr. Y/L/N, that’s my shift finished for today, I left Anton in charged so you don’t have to worry about anything. Although, I think perhaps you should also head home, I don’t mind driving you,” Dad lets out a hum, pulling himself out of the chair before stumbling right into a cabinet knocking all the photo frames that sat on it, before falling down himself. I groan, rubbing my forehead. I moved to pick him up but Seokjin beats me to it, grabbing my dad’s arm and wrapping it around his shoulder. I watch as Seokjin whispers to my dad to lean on him and proceeds to walk him, very slowly to the elevator. I follow closely behind, stunned.

As Seokjin carefully places my dad into the passenger seat of the car, I stand and watch unsure of what I’m witnessing. The dad I knew, when I was a little girl, didn’t like anyone telling him what to do and here I just witness some employee basically tell him to go home, and he didn’t argue. After my dad was buckled up, Seokjin shut the door and turned to me.

“Would you like a lift? I don’t mind dropping you off.” I shook my head, deciding it was best to wait for Andrew to come pick me up.

“No, it’s okay, thank you. My fiancé is coming to pick me up.” Seokjin’s eyes fly to my hand, automatically zooming onto the finger that held my engagement ring. Seokjin looks at my dad, his head leaning against the window, no doubt passed out.

“Does he know?” he questions still looking at my dad. I shake my head, whilst looking at him too. I knew I didn’t have to explain myself to Seokjin but somehow, I found myself blurting out every detail of why I haven’t told my father that I’m getting married.

“I wanted to tell him, it’s just hard. I haven’t spoken to him in years and all of the sudden he contacts me saying he wants to talk. I’m scared he’s going to ruin the one bit of happiness I have.” Staring down at my ring, the diamond glinting in the sunlight.

“I was going to tell him today, but once again he showed me why I’ve haven’t told him. I’ve been engaged for two months now. It shouldn’t be this hard to tell your father that you’re getting married.” Seokjin is silent while I stare off into the distance, thinking if things could have gone differently. “Sorry, Seokjin, you don’t need the drama.” He shakes his head, his hand coming up to rest on my shoulder.

“Call me Jin and its fine, don’t worry,” he lets out a soft smile before walking to the drivers’ side of the car. “Your dad hasn’t been drunk for months, by the way. I know this won’t change anything, but I think he was just nervous about seeing you again, and that’s why he resorted to drinking.”

I didn’t get the chance to say anything as Jin got into the car, quickly waved at me before driving off. However, the stupid little girl in me hoped maybe Jin was right, that my dad had been trying to give up the drinking.

-

About a week later, I received a detailed email from my dad. One I wasn’t really expecting, if I was completely honest.

To: Y/NL/Nxx@gmail.com 

From: F/NL/N111@gmail.com 

Subject: Wedding Proposal

Dear Y/N,

I deeply apologise for my behaviour last week; I didn’t mean to get so drunk. I was nervous about seeing you, so I decided to have one beer to sedate my nerves. But one beer turned into two and then… you know the rest. Anyway, I didn’t just want to talk about handing over the business to you, which was selfish of me as I know how hard you worked to get the job you have now. (Also, I have decided to consider Seokjin as a possible candidate). Your mother had texted me about the news of your engagement. Congratulations! I’m so happy for you. I completely understand why you didn’t tell me yourself, I’m just glad I know. I’m not sure where you are with your wedding plans, but I thought as part of my wedding gift to you; you could have your wedding at the hotel. I know we’ve had some bad times at the hotel and perhaps you want to forget them, but I thought maybe we could erase these memories by creating new ones. Of course, you don’t have to, it is just an option.

Anyway, speak to you soon.

Lots of love, Dad

I sat in silence, re-reading the email over and over again. I then thought about what Jin said, about how my dad hadn’t been drinking as much as before. Sighing, I leaned back against the chair. There’s a small part of me that wants to email him back, telling him to ‘fuck off’ but the other part of me wants to try and attempt a relationship with him. I let out a groan into my hands.

“What’s got you so worked up?” Looking up, I notice Andrew leaning against the door, arms crossed and amused smile on his face.

“My dad.” Was all I said, Andrew lets out an ‘Ah’ before walking over to me. He stands behind me, reading the email before he too lets out a sigh.

“So that’s why he wanted to see you. Babe, you know he’s just going to mess up like he always does. I don’t know why you’re even considering this.” I nod, knowing he is partly right. But I remember mum telling me to give it time, that if she can forgive him then so can I. And now I think this might be the time.

“I know, but I feel like I should try, just for a week I’ll visit him and if he continues to drink then I’m done.” Andrew sighs before saying ‘fine’. I know he’s disappointed, but this is something I need to do.

-

I had emailed my dad back explaining my end of the bargain. I had also taken the week off from work for some wedding planning. He was extremely delighted and had even invited me to stay at the hotel for the week, which I accepted (much to Andrew’s dismay). He was still unsure about me agreeing to this.

As I arrived at the hotel, I suddenly realised how popular it had become, the lobby was full of people checking in and out. My heart swelled with pride, I remembered how little business we got when I was a child. Back then, the hotel was a run-down building with major work that needed to be done. Now, it was beautiful and very modernised.

“Ah! Miss. L/N, welcome to L/N Hotel, the finest hotel in town!” Jin announced, smiling cheekily. “I am your host, Kim Seokjin but you can call me Jin. I will show you around the hotel and even to your suite for the week!” at that he threw a saucy wink which made me burst out laughing. Jin summoned the bell boys to start taking my luggage, before leading me around the hotel. Everything has changed, there were no more cracks in the walls, no more TVs that can’t connect to channels. Now it has Wi-Fi, large plasma-screen TVs, the whole lot.

“Jin, where did my dad get the money to modernise this place?” This question had been in the back of my mind since I first visited.

“Well, your dad and I teamed up together to get this place up and running, kind of like a partnership. By putting both our money together, we were able to afford this.”

“Wait, if you’re a partner then why did my dad offer me this place and not you?” Jin sighed before shrugging.

“To be honest, I think he was trying to win you back. He did ask me about you taking over, if I had any objection – I didn’t. Although, it does feel kind of good knowing I’m going to be running this place and not you,” he smirked. I scoffed whilst giving him a light slap on the arm.

“So, how did you come to work here then?” I questioned, as Jin seemed to be a bit of a mystery. He was a handsome guy; he could have probably made it as a model or an actor.

“Well I wanted to be a chef, but my dad was against it and sent me to business school where I got my degree in management. My dad is a big business man himself and didn’t like the idea of me basically slaving away in a kitchen – his words. Your dad had put a job offer online looking for someone with my degree. It wasn’t much pay, but it was better than the job I was currently in, so I took it. And here we are.” We both stopped outside a door, 35B, I guessed this would be my room for the week. “Well, Miss. Y/L/N, I hope you enjoy your stay here. If you need anything just call for me!”

I called after him as he walked away, “Jin, you can just call me Y/N.” He turned around, with a grin on his face and nodded before once again walking away.

-

For the rest of week, I managed to spend some time with my dad. He remained sober, thankfully, and I have to admit it has been surprisingly enjoyable. I don’t know where my dad changes in attitude came from, but I was grateful for it. Also, I spent a lot of time with Jin, I discussed wedding details with him.

“What do you think about having the engagement party here as well?” Dad asked as he entered my room. I looked up from writing the wedding invitations.

“What, here?” He nodded, I frowned confused. I knew a lot of my friends were a bit reluctant about travelling all the way here for the wedding let alone the engagement party. However, the hotel has a lot a of space and the staff to cater it.

“Maybe… I’ll ask Andrew about.”

“Oh! When am I going to meet my future son-in-law?” For the last week, I had been constantly texting Andrew to come out to the hotel, he kept making excuses saying he has to work late or he’s tired. I know he just doesn’t want to meet my dad, that’s why he keeps putting it off.

“I’m hoping soon, definitely before the wedding. He’s just been working a lot lately.” My dad let out a hum before shaking his head. “What?” I asked, leaning back against the chair.

“Nothing, I just remembered when I proposed to your mum. I had to ask her dad for permission first. I get it, before you start shouting at me that you didn’t want me in your life, and you don’t need my permission, but I still think he should have come and met me first. It would have been good manners.”

“Well, dad, he’s been busy,” I sighed out, not wanting to argue with him. He was right in some ways; the least Andrew could have done was come out at least for a day or two to meet him and see where we are getting married. Honestly, it felt like he wasn’t interested in the wedding at all these days.

Later on, that day, after not hearing back from Andrew, I decided to host the engagement party next Saturday. I texted Andrew the plans and stated he needed to take the weekend off. Fifteen minutes later I got a phone call from Andrew.

“Are you kidding me, Y/N?” Andrew snapped down the phone. “Did you even think about what I wanted? I had a plan, you know. I was going to book the wedding in Rome, like you dreamed of.” My heart stopped for a second. It was true, I had originally wanted to get married in Rome but now I liked the idea of being at home.

“I’m sorry, Andrew, but I’ve changed my mind. I like it here. And dad’s been on his best behaviour.” Andrew scoffed down the line, I can visualise him shaking his head in disagreement.

“Yeah, ‘till the wedding day when he fucks up. I get you want to give him a chance, Y/N, but he’s only going to break your heart again and you know it. He’s done it to you all your life.” I don’t know what came over me, but his tone of voice was beginning to make my blood boil. It was like he was speaking down to me, like I was a stupid little girl.

“He’s my father, Andrew. And yeah, ok, he may have been a shit one at that, but I can see he’s trying. Every single day, he spends time with me and he’s actually sober. Going back to the engagement party, I gave you the chance to discuss this but no, you were working, like you always do!”

“I have to work, it’s my fucking money that’s paying for this wedding or did you forget that!” He yells at me. “While you’re away having a grand old time with Daddy, I’ve been working my arse off to secure deals. And while we’re on the topic of my busy work schedule, I’ll be in Paris the next three days so don’t bother contacting me!” He hung up.

Guilt began to eat at me, I was being selfish. I knew how hard Andrew worked for us, it’s all he has done since I met him. He would constantly stay late to ensure his team had performed well before submitting the work over to his boss, it’s what makes him a great leader. However, sometimes, I get lonely. I miss having him at home with me. I miss sharing a meal together and sitting back and watching Netflix or something. But I understand that Andrew’s boss is a total bitch. Shelia is never off Andrew’s case about the workload. She constantly nags at him about deadlines and how his work is never good enough.

Sighing, I lean back against the headboard, I sent Andrew a quick text apologising and saying how much I love him. He ignored me, not that I blame him. Rubbing my forehead, I decided I needed a drink. I grabbed my dressing gown to cover my pyjamas I head down to the bar.

I spot Jin talking to the bartender – he’s laughing with him. His eyes are almost shut and are crinkling at the side. His smile is almost blinding, I can feel my own lips tug at the sides. Walking towards them, I feel my hands tingle a little. “Can I get a small glass of red wine please?” I ask the bartender, interrupting the laughter. The bartender quickly nods before grabbing a wine glass and fulfil my request. Jin turns to me and eyes up my attire and smirks, I feel my cheeks burn slightly.

“Can’t sleep?” He asks, humour filling his voice. I shake my head, thinking back to my disagreement, if you can call it that, with Andrew. A frown taking over my features. “What’s wrong?” Jin queries.

“Nothing,” I sigh, Jin raises an eyebrow. “Ok, me and Andrew got into any argument.” The bartender hands me my glass, I politely thank him and was about to pay but Jin waved it off. I take a sip, Jin waits for me to continue.

“I decided to have the wedding and the engagement party here and Andrew feels like I’m making these decisions on my own and should take into account what he wants. I have tried contacting him on it, but he’s been so busy with work that he hasn’t had time to get back to me.” I take another sip of the wine, Jin hums from beside me. “I feel like I’m being selfish for not really including him.”

Jin leans on his hand and stares at me for a moment before commenting. “I don’t think you’re necessary being selfish. You’ve contacted him about it and have been trying to get his input on the wedding. So, you’re not really being selfish.” I nod, not entirely convinced but I did appreciate the gesture.

“He also brought up my dad and how he’s let me down all the time. Usually, I’d agree with him but tonight I just wanted to scream. Dad has been amazing since I’ve came here, and Andrew just keeps trying to put doubts in my head. Saying how he’s going to fuck up at some point. I get he’s trying to protect me but he’s taking it too far.”

Jin frowns, his eyes begin to dark slightly. He looked angry. “No offense here, Y/N, but your fiancé shouldn’t be making comments about a man he doesn’t actually know. He’s never met your father, apart from what you’ve told him in the past, but as you have said your dad is trying to change. Making predictions about a man who is trying to beat his addiction is, quite frankly, shit. He doesn’t know your father or his troubles so he shouldn’t judge him.”

I knew Jin was right, my dad may be an alcoholic but he’s trying to get help. Andrew shouldn’t be so judgemental.

For the rest of the night, Jin and I hang out. I learn about past life before the hotel, about ex-girlfriends, his parents, his older brother. Everything. Also, I learned that Jin is shit at jokes. He’ll make a pun about anything but, even though they were cheesy, they made me laugh so hard. And it was nice to actually have a conversation about something other than the wedding or work.

-

The run up to the engagement party was stressful. I was very surprised I hadn’t ripped out my hair. Some of my friends had texted saying they couldn’t make it, and some had asked if I could reschedule the party to somewhere in the city. However, the organisation of the party was running smoothly, Jin had taken care of everything. He had taken care of the caterers, the music, the decorations. All I had to do was select what I wanted on the menus and the playlist and, of course, what I was going to wear. The day before the party, I had my friend Emma come with me to shop for the perfect dress. Since I already had my wedding dress made, I wanted my engagement party dress less extravagant but still beautiful. We shopped around until I found a baby pink silk dress, it was low cut but not too revealing which was perfect for the party. Back at the hotel, I order a bottle of wine to take back to my room for both Emma and me.

“Why don’t you try on your wedding dress, I know you got it delivered here! I’m desperate to see you in it, please!” Emma giggled, the wine already hitting her since she is a complete light weight. I shrugged before chugging back the rest of the wine. The dress was my dream dress. It looked like it came out of a Disney film. It was puffy at the bottom; the trail was made of silk, the sleeves glisten in the light. I was in love with this dress. As I slipped it on, Emma quickly zipped up the back when a knock sounded at the door.

“Come in!” I shouted, a little out of breath as I tried to smooth out the dress. Emma pulled the trail so I wouldn’t trip. The door opened to reveal Jin, in his hands was another bottle of wine that I forgot Emma had ordered.

Jin stood there wide eyed, his mouth fallen opened a little. Emma looked between Jin and I, amusement on her face.

“Wow,” Jin breathed, a small smile began to spread on his lips, “You look absolutely beautiful, Y/N.” I felt my heart rate increase, my tongue felt swollen in my mouth, his eyes were soft as he gazed at me. I let my own smile take over my features as I gazed down at my beautiful dress.

“Thank you, I feel like a princess right now!” I giggled, doing a little twirl. Jin placed the bottle on the table by the bed, Emma watched his every move. I nudged her, nodding my head at Jin. Emma just smiled and shook her head. Rolling my eyes, I turned to the large mirror on the wall to admire the dress and, once again, twirl. Jin excuses himself, turning around quickly but I shout his name. He peaks his head back.

“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me, honestly, you’ve been amazing.” Jin smiles whilst nodding.

“It’s not a problem, Y/N.” With that he closed the door. Emma lets out a little chuckle causing me turn around.

“What?” Emma shakes her head, opening the new bottle of wine.

“Oh, nothing.” She continues to chuckle while I stand clueless on what I missed.

-

The party was amazing, almost everyone I had invited had shown up. At first, I was nervous about my mum and dad being in the same room, scared that it would be awkward. However, my mum quickly hugged my dad before starting up a conversation. At that, I let out a sigh of relief. Andrew was standing with his friends from work, he had a beer in his hand. Not once has he come over and stood with me. I’m guessing he’s still angry about the argument from before. I continued to make small, polite conversations with the guests, but my eyes stayed glued to my fiancé. I hoped he’d feel the heat of my stare, to feel how fucking furious I am. Dad wanders over to me and drapes his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” I smile at him before my eyes return to Andrew who lets out a roar of laughter. “Ah, I guess that’s my future son-in-law.” I nod slightly, my dad tugs me over to him.

“You must be Andrew, I’m Y/D/N, it’s lovely to finally met you.” Andrew turns to my dad; his blue eyes harden slightly at the sight of my dad. My dad reaches out a hand for Andrew to shake, Andrew stares at it with disdain for a moment before he shakes it himself.

“Yes, nice to meet you.” His voice was gruff, like he wasn’t interested. As if he was bored of my father already. My blood boiled, I could feel my cheeks flushing, my eyes narrow at Andrew who continues to drink his beer. His eyes make contact with mine; he sees my pissed-off expression, yet he just raises an eyebrow as if to say ‘what?’. Jin arrived in front of us, a tray topped with glasses of champagne in his hand.

“Champagne anyone?” Grabbing one, I quickly gulp it down. My dad and Jin look at me with concern, I ignore them.

“Andrew is this your beautiful fiancée I’ve been hearing about?” a female voice cuts through my heated stare off with my fiancé. I turn to see a tall blonde woman, dressed in a black dress with a Chanel purse clutched to her side. Andrew smiles at her before pulling me to his side.

“Y/N, meet my boss, Shelia, this is Y/N.” I nod politely, before pushing Andrews hand off me. If he thought for one second that I’m going to play nice to his boss – who he claims to be an utter bitch to him – while he acts like a dick to my own father, then he’s sadly mistaken. I storm off to the bar to cool down.

I don’t know how long I’ve been at the bar; I don’t really care either. None of this whole engagement has met my expectations. When I was a little girl, I thought I would be spending every waking moment with my fiancé. The both of us planning this wedding, that he would be as excited as I was. And when he saw me in my dress – wedding dress or engagement dress, it didn’t matter – he would be in awe. Yet here I am, sitting in a bar whilst my fiancé has the time of his life with his friends, completely ignoring me. It’s after midnight when I head back to the main hall to say thank you to the guests and wish them a safe journey. Emma hugs me tightly; she’s so drunk she’s tripping over her dress. Mum kisses me on the forehead and holds me in her arms. Her hug makes me want to cry; it makes me feel like a little girl again.

Once everyone is gone, I head back to the room both Andrew and I are sharing. I assume he’s at the bar or headed back. Taking off my heels, I walk along the hallway with them clutched in my hands. Swiping my card on the door, I push the door open. The heels that I clutch in my hands fall to the floor with a thud, the tears fill my eyes as I take the sight in front of me.

Andrew thrusts into Sheila, his hand clutch tightly at her throat as she continues to moan and plead to Andrew to let her cum. Her breasts bounce harshly at his pounding, his moans sound animalistic as he throws his head back. Their fucking comes to a halt as the sound of my heels turn their attention to me. Andrew’s head shoots up, eyes widen at the sight of me at the doorway. Quickly, Andrew pulls out of Sheila, shooting up and rushing over to me. His erection is still evident, I could also see the slick of Shelia’s arousal making me almost gag. Andrew grabs my arm, trying to force me to look at him.

“Baby, please, I’m sorry.” He pleads, I let out sob, my hand clasping my mouth. “It was a one-time thing; I’m drunk and you’re mad at me.” Shelia lets out a sarcastic laugh from behind him. My eyes shoot to her, she was seated on the bed with the sheets wrapped around her.

“One time? What about Paris, Andrew? Were you not fucking my pussy then?” At her words, I run to the bathroom. I vomit into the toilet bowl; Andrew comes behind me and rubs my back.

“Get off me!” I croak, nudging his hand away. After I finish, I flush the toilet before I face him.

“You get the fuck away from me, you cheating scumbag! You looked down on my dad and yet here you are fucking your boss like some whore! You’re a fucking hypocrite! You can forget the fucking wedding, it isn’t happening. You can fuck off back home, I want your shit gone by the time I get back, got it?”

“No, Y/N, listen-”

“GOT IT?!” I scream, he nods quickly. I storm out the room, rushing out of the hotel. At the entrance I break down. I let out a wail before falling to the ground, clutching my chest. It was like someone has punched me right in the chest, knocking all the breath from me.

“Y/N?” I hear a voice shout, closing my eyes abruptly I pray it’s not Andrew. Soft warm hands rub my bare arms. I open my eyes to see Jin crouched down before me, his warm brown eyes are wide with concern. “What happened, what’s wrong?” I let out another sob, my head falling into his chest, gripping his shirt. I continue to sob into Jin’s shirt until there’s no tears left. Jin just holds me, not saying anything even though I know he’s desperate to know what happened.

“He’s cheating on me.” I whisper. Jin stiffens, his hands grow tight on my arms, not painfully though. “He’s been fucking his boss. All this time he’s been fucking her and making me feel guilty because I’ve not been including him in this fucking wedding. I let him guilt trip me into believing that I was being selfish.” I let out a bitter laugh which turn into another sob as the image of him and Shelia comes back to haunt me. “It hurts so much Jin. Why did he have to fuck her, he had me! Why wasn’t I good enough?” I wail. Jin shushes me before kissing my forehead and holds me closer.

“You are good enough, Y/N, too good for him.” He whispers, rocking me back and forth.

We stay like that for a while before I fall asleep crying in Jin’s arms.

-

1 year later

After news broke out about Andrew, I had left the hotel and decided to go stay with Emma for a while. Dad tried to persuade me to stay but I needed time to heal. It had been over year since Andrew had been caught. Last I heard Shelia had fired him for making her look like a slut in the office. Well, karma’s a bitch. Emma has been trying to persuade me to go back to the hotel, she believed there was chemistry between Jin and I. Every time I think of Jin, my heart flutters a little. Dad and I have kept in contact over the year, he kept me updated with the hotel. He has officially retired and has bought a beach house not far from the hotel. Jin has taken over as the owner and from what my dad had said he’s been doing an amazing job. So amazing that even a few celebrities have stayed at the hotel.

This time I decided to visit the hotel as a guest myself, I missed it. I walked to the reception area and was greeted by a young man.

“Hello, I have a room booked under the name Y/N L/N.” The young man typed my name quickly into the computer but before he could hand over my key, a voice sounded from behind me.

“Y/N?” Turning around quickly, I meet Jin. He stands there shocked for a moment before a wide grin takes over his features, I grin back. Rushing over to him, I throw my arms around him pulling him into a hug. I feel him stiffen slightly before he wraps his arms around me.

“Hello,” I say softly, Jin lets out a soft chuckle before saying hello back. Pulling away I scan his face. He looks exactly the same. More handsome, if that’s even possible.

“You look well,” he comments, I smile nodding.

“I feel well too. The places look good, better than I saw it a year ago. I noticed you’ve changed the wallpaper – about time!” And just like that, Jin and I fall back into friendly banter. I had originally thought it would be awkward since the last time we saw each other I was crying over a man who broke my heart. Talking to Jin felt natural.

-

Throughout my stay, I spent most of my time with Jin or my dad. But mostly Jin. He took me out to dinner almost every night, secretly I counted those as dates. Yet he never asked me officially on a date, I just assumed they were. The restaurant we were currently in was a lot fancier than the previous ones, it had candles on the tables which I thought was adorable. The waiter brings over our third bottle of wine of the night. I felt a little tipsy, I could tell Jin was too. His pouty lips were redder than usual along with his cheeks.

“I must say, Y/N, you look beautiful tonight. Not that you don’t always look beautiful!” I let out a laugh, my cheeks becoming a little hot. I shyly say thanks, as I tug at the end of my white sundress.

“So, have you met anyone since you know who?” I snort before taking a sip of wine.

“You know who? What is this – Harry Potter? To answer your question: no, there hasn’t been anyone. I’ve got expectations now!” I hiccup, I drink more of my wine. Jin raises a brow before he too lets out a laugh.

“Okay then, what are these expectations of yours?” I think for a moment before revealing them, I didn’t want to sound stupid or like a snob or something.

“Well first of all, he better not be a cheater.” Jin nods, drinking more wine. “Secondly, well… I just want someone to make me laugh. That sounds kind of stupid, but I can’t remember the last time Andrew made me laugh in our relationship. I would like someone to binge watch TV shows with and teach me how to play the PlayStation. Just him being there would be enough I think.” Looking back at my hand, I suddenly start thinking about the man sitting in front of me.

“Wait, you don’t know how to play the PlayStation?!” Jin exclaims, I let out a laugh shaking my head. “Ok, they’re not bad expectations considering what happened. I’ve just got one question though,” I nod indicating him to go on. “I hope you don’t think this is too fast, but… do I live up to your expectations?” He begins to fiddle with his fork on the plate, looking away from me. He gulps when his eyes meet mine again; he’s nervous.

Looking fully at the man in front of me; I think back to when I first met him and how he cared for my father. I think about the night at the bar when we laughed all night about how crazy his ex-girlfriend was and how he considered growing a moustache to get away from her. I think about his face when he saw me in my wedding dress; the look of pure awe in his eyes as if I was an angel. Finally, I think about the last time I saw him; how he wrapped his arms around me and soothed my sobs. Yes, Kim Seokjin definitely met my expectations and more.

“Yes,” I whispered, my mouth suddenly becoming dry as I watch his eyes lighten up and large grin splitting his face. “You meet them and more.” Jin practically leaps over the table, his hand grips my cheek softly before his full lips touch me. I gasp softly at the feel of his warm lips, kissing him back I capture his top lip between mine letting my tongue run across them. Jin softly moans before pulling back, panting slightly.

“Okay, we’re moving a bit too fast.” He exclaims, flopping back on his chair. For once I don’t agree with him, Jin isn’t some stranger I just met. He’s a friend, a very good friend who I happen to see myself falling completely in love with; I think I’ve already begun too. I shake my head, gripping his hand before tugging gently.

“No, I want this. I want you.” Jin audibly swallows, before standing, going to pay for the meal. I too stand, grabbing my jacket before walking to were Jin stood at the till. Once paid, I follow Jin back to the car where he drives me back to his apartment.

-

His apartment is beautifully decorated, but I don’t get time to admire it as his soft lips begin to trail kisses along my neck.

“Are you sure about this, it’s not too soon?” Jin mumbles against my neck, I shake my head, a soft moan leaving my lips. Spinning around, my hands grip Jin’s shoulders as I reach up connecting our lips. As we kiss, Jin leads us towards his room, slowly he lowers me onto his bed. Lifting up my leg, Jin takes off my heel, kissing softly at my ankles. I let out a soft giggle as he trails kisses up my calf’s before reaching for my other leg and doing the same. He reaches for the edge of my dress pulling it up and over my head, leaving me in my underwear. Part of me wanted to cover up, feeling a little insecure but the thought leaves my head as Jin presses kisses along my stomach. Soft lips kiss the stretch marks adorning the bottom of my stomach. I shudder as his tongue traces the top of my panties. Jin’s hand reaches underneath my back and unclasps my bra, slowly dragging the material off my chest, revealing my breasts. Jin groans at the sight, coming up to them he kisses around the breast before taking the nipple into his mouth, I moan, a hand coming up to pull softly at his hair.

“Jin, take off your shirt.” Not needing to be told twice, Jin steps back and quickly unbuttons, his hands shaking slightly. He reveals his bare torso to me, he was slim but had some muscles that poke out of his skin, creating a shadow of a six-pack. His shoulders though, are what made my mouth water. Jin bends down, nearly ripping off my panties, throwing them to the side.

“Sorry, I didn’t shave.” I whisper feeling a little self-conscious of my pubic hair, Jin shakes his head, a grin on his face.

“You’re beautiful, don’t worry.” With that, Jin’s lips came into contact with my clit, he gently sucks at the bundle of nerves before running his tongue along it. I let out soft moans as Jin repeats this action before teasing my entrance with a finger. He enters one. I let out a gasp then a moan as he slowly thrusts it back and forth. He then adds a second.

“Jin!” I moan, tugging at his hair. Jin continues to scissor his fingers and lick around my clit helping me reach my euphoric orgasm. As I lay panting, coming back down from cloud nine, I don’t notice Jin shuffling out his trousers and boxer shorts. My vision refocuses on Jin placing a condom on his hard length. My eyes widen as I take in the size. He was big – bigger than Andrew.

Sensing my worry, Jin smiles softly before connecting his lips to mine. “Are you sure?” he whispers against my lips; I nod before kissing him again. I feel his length brush against my entrance causing me to jolt. Jin laughs a little before gripping my hips with his other hand, he guides his length into my heat. I sigh, letting my legs fall open more, my hand grips Jin’s shoulder whilst the other grips his hip. Jin lets out a groan as he continues to push into me before fully bottoming out, which causes me to moan. As I adjust to him, Jin runs his hand through my hair, kissing me gently before I urge him with my hips. Pulling back, Jin detaches his lips watching my reactions as he ploughs back into my heat.

“Oh!” I moan, gripping onto his arms as Jin begins to set the pace. He continues to plough into my heat, his length brushing against the spot that has my eyes rolling back. I can hear Jin moaning against my neck, his lips sucking bruises into my skin. It doesn’t take me long to reach my climax and as much as I want to keep going all night, the pleasure is too much. My walls tighten around Jin, causing his hips to stutter a bit.

“Jin! Jin, I’m going to cum!” I whine into his ear, I press kisses to his neck, cheek, until Jin pulls back and our lips connect. Moaning against his lips, the burning feeling in my stomach snaps, my hips bucking up into his as I tremble in his arms. Jin pulls away, watching as he snaps his hips harder against mine, pulling a wail from my lips. He’s close now, his length twitching inside me. Jin continues snapping his hips harder against mine until he comes to a halt, throwing his head back, he lets out a loud groan. Rolling onto his side, Jin pants heavily before running a hand along his face. I turn onto my side, curling up against him. Jin looks down at me, smiling instantly before pressing a kiss against my lips.

It’s silent as we continue to cuddle into each other. I trace patterns against Jin chest, thinking about how much I want to be with this man. I want to fall in love with him, I want a future with him so badly. I fantasise about marrying him, his face when he sees me walking down the aisle. Him holding our child. Our children running around the lobby of the hotel, the same hotel I used to run around in. The one he currently owns. I want a life with Kim Seokjin. Somewhere during my fantasy, my own little magic shop, tears fell down my cheeks. Jin shoots up, grabbing me with him. His frantic eyes search mine.

“What’s wrong?” he practically yelps. I laugh lightly as I wipe away the tears. I smile at Jin before deciding to confess how I feel.

“Nothing, I was just thinking about you. How much I want you, I want to be with you all the time. I want to fall in love with you, maybe get married and have kids. I know this is far too soon, but I don’t know, you just somehow make me feel complete.” Jin smiles at this before reaching over and kissing me deeply, pulling me into my arms.

“You make me feel complete too, Y/N.” he whispers against my lips. Eventually we lay back down together, sharing kisses now and then before falling asleep. 

As I sleep, I dream of a life with Jin. The sound of our children squealing as the run around in the hotel, brings a smile is on my lips. Unconsciously, I snuggle closer to his chest, feeling his heartbeat under my ear.

[wangjiplayingwangji]

God I love your art style so much!! What was your inspiration behind assigning each deity to each character?

//THANK ILY SM xjckvnj

My inspo basically was along the lines of what entities made sense with each jojo and their jobro.

Joseph as the moon because even when all seems lost and the worlds gone dark he always manages to brighten everything up somehow. He’s a light in the darkness and for a lot of people he leads the way through situations. He’s also unpredictable. Sometimes the moon is in the sky in the morning sometimes of the night. Sometimes the moon comes out early or comes out later. The moon is something that very hard to predict but at the same time stays the same like how we always see the one side of it like there’s some things it tries to keep hidden

For Caesar I chose the sun because Cesar is always bright, hotheaded and lively. He’s got a temper and an attitude but can be warm and kind as you get to know him. He is taken very seriously and is very powerful right off the bat and you notice him right away. And as the counterpart to the moon I just believe he makes s good sun 😅

Kakyoin as life because he is very graceful yet powerful and moves and asked with purpose even in video games. He’s always thinking ahead and planning for the future and getting ready for his next move and I feel like that something you would need to do if you were in charge of giving and creating life. You also need to be kind and compassionate and I think we all know that he has a soft tender hearted side and enjoys the company of others.

Jotaro as death Because I feel like he would be the least affected by having to end a creature is life when it’s time. I believe Jotaro has a Soft side so he wouldn’t be killing for the fun of it but because it’s his job to maintain balance and that he would be the one to take care of it the most efficient way without hangups because it’s what he needs to do. as well as it’s just his aesthetic I mean come on look at him 😂😂

jousuke As the stars because while he is also Joseph’s son and it would make sense that they would be near each other I feel like he would take great time in care in making every little star in the sky and that the constellations would be something he would do for fun when he was bored. I feel like he would want to visit the surface as well but that he’s a observer and a protector until it’s time for him to step in. ((Plus I wanted galaxy josuke because it’s my obsession))

Okuyasu as the ocean because it offers the kind of stability he neve has growing up with his dad and his brother. And it can get turbulent and difficult but it always settles down in the end. And while some people think it’s dark or murky or dull on the outside it’ houses some of the most beautiful plants and animals in the world and depending on how you look can be really beautiful and special. Like our favorite underrated baby boy ^^

[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Two Hundred Sixty-Eight: A Musician’s Life ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

It’s still a little weird to be here, knowing that his brother has graduated. Itachi and Sasuke may only have shared one year of college together, but...that does mean that this is the first Sasuke is doing without his big brother wandering the same campus.

As he’d hinted, Itachi has gone straight from college studying music, to playing in their city’s local orchestra. He even gets to work with live shows and plays, being down in the pit as the story is told on stage. Summer has been rather busy for him, but in a good way - Sasuke has rarely seen his brother so happy. All his years of studying to play piano as well as he does have paid off, and now he does what he loves for a living. Sasuke’s done his best to go to as many shows as he can in support. Itachi gets him in free when he can, but...otherwise the costs have added up, so a few have been missed for the first time since he started going to his brother’s performances.

But that’s not all Summer has brought his elder brother. The lady he’d done his duet performances with - the big Winter concert, and then the one just before his graduation - managed to get work in the same troupe...and though it was rather obvious to Sasuke, Itachi eventually admitted that they’d started going steady after the school year ended.

And that made Sasuke happy. Maybe a little melancholy, maybe a little jealous (it’s his only sibling, after all), and...maybe just a touch envious. He himself has never dated anyone - high school was too full of drama, studying, and avoiding most girls for him to have even considered it.

But Itachi wasn’t the only person he got to see play the past year. The skilled freshman soloist - the harpist, Hinata - caught his eye...or, rather his ear. Speaking with her after the Winter concert had shown a bit of a spark, and he’d gotten to see her a few times after that, including a few rehearsals for his brother that Hinata lent a hand for despite having no place in the show herself.

Summer, however, saw her fairly busy. The song she’d played for him - the one she’d written for the upcoming contest - was one of his last excuses to see her before they both got swamped with their own responsibilities over the break. For Hinata, it was traveling back across the state to retreat home until Autumn. And for Sasuke, it was getting a temporary job at a grocery store until classes started up again.

They’ve texted quite a bit, but haven’t seen each other since a short visit a few weeks after the year let out. In a way...he’s a bit nervous. They haven’t exactly committed to anything, but...there’s been the occasional message he hasn’t been sure about: if it was meant to be flirty or not. And a few experimental ones of his own haven’t elicited the most telling or responses.

He likes her. He never expected to, given their rather chance meeting, but...he does. She’s sweet, funny, shy, and passionate about what she does. Compared to his own rather...mundane way of getting through life, she’s been like a breath of fresh air.

Especially when she sends him clips of her playing. It’s not her voice he gets to hear, but...it still feels just as telling of what she wants to say. It’s odd...he’s never been the musical kind, himself. That was always Itachi’s role, while his has been more the ways of logic and facts and...numbers.

“You might not make music, but you do know it. Even if you think you don’t.”

Sasuke had never really considered that before she said it. It’s true enough - he doesn’t play an instrument, and he’s never had the guts to try to sing. But after so many years of listening to his brother play, and seeing how much he loves it, he still has a pretty good understanding of it, overall.

He’ll never live a musician’s life, but...two people who mean a lot to him will. And while he can’t walk it the way they do, he still plans on being there as best he can.

So maybe he doesn’t have as much to fear from seeing her again as he thinks.

He moves into his apartment a few days before classes start - nothing special, but close to campus and about the same price as he’d pay for a tiny, privacy-less dorm room. Worth it, in his opinion, to have his own bathroom, shower, and a place to sleep without dealing with someone else. Once all his few belongings are moved into place, he sits on his bed and pulls out his phone, shooting a text to Hinata.

[ settled in, hbu? ]

She’s still in a dorm, and has clearance to move in today, too. There’s no reply for a while, so he goes about putting the last few odds and ends away before hearing his message notification sound.

[ getting there, it’s super crowded! noisy too - gonna be jealous of your peace and quiet ]

He can’t help a soft laugh to himself.

[ feel free to come indulge whenever you want, I won’t mind ]

[ careful, I might actually take you up on that! ]

[ I’d be happy to have you ]

She goes quiet again, so he sighs and just...browses social media on his phone. He could be doing any number of things, but he’s honestly not in the mood...if anything, he might just take a nap.

[ hey, you wanna meet up, btw? could totes get some lunch or sm…? ]

Sasuke blinks at the invite, lip twitching at her verbiage. Totes? Do people still say that? He really wasn’t expecting to see her that soon, but...really, what’s holding him back beyond being a little nervous?

[ sure, meet you at the mess hall - you good in like 10? ]

[ yeah, I can be there then! just unpacking and honestly I can use a break lol ]

[ cool, sys ]

Phone, wallet, and keys tucked into his pockets, he locks up and strolls toward campus. Already the trees are turning color, a definite briskness to the air as he goes. Maybe he should have brought his jacket...it wasn’t this cool earlier. Oh well, he doesn’t want to be late. Instead, he just shrugs his shoulders against the chill until he gets there.

To his surprise, he beats her. Hanging around the entrance, he only perks up once she shows, looking around before spotting him. “Hey!”

“Hey.”

“You weren’t waiting for a very long time, were you?”

“Nah, just a few minutes.”

“Aren’t you cold?”

“Nope.”

“Oh, well...let’s get some food! I had to skip breakfast this morning to make it here on time for move-in, so I’m starving!”

“How’s your dorm?”

“Oh, it’s fine. Pretty typical. My roomie seems n-nice. She’s pre-med, actually! I think we’ll get along. What about you? Gonna be lonely out in an apartment like that?”

“Honestly, the dorm life was a pain last year, so I’m happy for it. I’ll still be around for classes and library stuff. Might come pester you at some of your practices if you want.”

Hinata brightens. “I-I’d like that, yeah!”

“Still pursuing music?”

“Of course! I can’t wait for the first concert...I’ve missed playing with a full ensemble. How’s your brother doing, by the way? I haven’t had much chance to talk to him.”

“Good, he’s still with the local orchestra. Still dating miss duet.”

Hinata can’t help a small, wry smile. “Good. I can’t wait to get a job somewhere playing...it’s gonna be awesome. Maybe I’ll end up with him!”

“He could put in a good word for you, and he’ll be well in it by then.”

From there, they just...slip into conversation as though no time has really passed. Texting helped, of course...but he’s still happy to see her, and hear her voice. It really makes it obvious how much he really missed her.

“So, uh…”

“Hm?”

He fiddles with his fork for a moment. “...gonna be pretty busy this year?”

“Probably...my first quarter is going to be pretty heavy.”

Ah, darn. “Yeah, uh...mine too. Still not a hundred percent sure about the law thing.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I dunno. I’ve never really had a calling like you and Itachi.”

“Well, that’s all right! Not everyone gets a career in something they love. For a lot of people, it’s more like...your job supports your hobby, which is what makes you happy, you know?”

“Guess so.”

“Why do you ask?”

“Huh?”

“About if I’ll be busy?”

Oh...uh… “Just...curious. Guess neither of us are gonna have a lot of free time, huh?”

“Maybe not...we’ll have to see how courses shake out, I suppose. But, um…” Hinata hesitates, going a light shade of pink. “I’d...I’d like to still make time to see you! I haven’t really...made many friends here. And you’re really the only one who kept in contact over break.”

“Really?”

“Mhm…”

“Well, uh...I’d like that. Seeing you, I mean.” There’s a beat of silence. “...I’d...like to see you a lot, actually. Like, uh…”

She blinks, looking a little unsure what he means.

Nerves make him hesitate. “Y’know, like...seeing each other. Like...like dating…?”

Another blink, eyes wide and...mouth silent.

...he just messed this all up, didn’t he?

“You...you’d like to…?”

“I dunno, I just…” A hand itches his neck. “...I really like you. Maybe I’m reading this all wrong, but...I just...do. I just wasn’t sure if you read it that way, too…?”

Another pause, and then her face ducks a few degrees, smiling shyly and going pink. “...I...I think I’d like that.”

“Yeah?”

“...yeah! But...I guess if we’re busy, then…”

“Well, we’ll just...have to work around it, I guess. I don’t mind. I just like...talking to you. Seeing you. Doesn’t matter how often.”

“...o-okay! Then...yeah! We can...we can try that,” Hinata affirms, beaming softly.

“All right, cool. Guess I’ll just have to start going to all of your concerts, too.”

“...I’d like that.”

“...me too.”

                                                              .oOo.

     Aaand last upload for tonight! Still a day behind, but it could be worse :'D      So this is a pretty big throwback all the way to days 12 and 86! Our little musical AU where Itachi and Hinata both are into music, and Sasuke...well, he listens xD This one's pretty cute, so I was happy to write a little more of it!      But on that note (haha, get it, NOTE? ...sorry, I'm exhausted...), I better head to bed! Thanks for reading~

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1

Jaehyun messed it all up, big time.

 He had so much stuff to do, paperwork kept being stocked higher and higher on his desk as time ticked by, and he believed they were better worked on than being stared at, but Jaehyun did the latter nonetheless.

He glanced at his finger. The gold band embracing his slim fingers glowed as the streak of light from the office lights hit the object in question, the one thing that reminded him of everything he impulsively did in the past weeks.

 “I think this is all wrong.”

He read his reply to Johnny that night. His thoughts didn’t change anyway. He still thought this was wrong, completely and absolutely not correct. Yeri was a kind, gorgeous lady and Jaehyun was more than glad he got to be together with her. She was there when he was down, there when he was wrecked, there when he was alone, but despite all of those, Jaehyun couldn’t make himself love her the way he wanted to. His heart was still stucked in the past, still beating for the same guy. He tried everything to forget him, to move on, to close all the wounds and to start anew with Yeri. He thought it worked the last three years. He thought he was ready to start over, and that was what he did. Three weeks ago, he proposed to Yeri, putting a ring on her delicate fingers and his. He was ready to begin again, to start fresh. He knew time heals all wounds, and he believed he had enough time for it to do the job, but man was he wrong?

 He swiped his screen and went to his conversation with Jeno. It was still left at ‘delivered’. The panic devours him, still unable to comprehend the last message the kid had sent him. He anticipated for this day to come anyway. He knew Jeno would soon leave him, and he knew better than to keep him. The question still lingers on his mind, why he couldn’t let him go.

   Jeno was one of the two orphans he met on a social science trip back in college. He and the other one were their foster children for the whole semester for the project, treating them as if they were one of their own. Needless to say, Jaehyun fell in love with the two. Even when the project was long done, he still went for usual visits on the two orphans. In his heart, Jeno and Jaemin were his own children, and so he and his boyfriend decided to adopt them. That sounded ridiculous, two college men adopting children already, but they were capable anyway of being a foster parent. Their shared unit was huge anyway and Jeno and Jaemin could definitely live with them. His boyfriend’s father was influential, so he was able to give the two a scholarship in SM University for their whole highschool years. Everything was happy back then. They lived like a real family, although insisting the two of them being called “hyung” instead of “appa”.

But everything fell apart during their last year in college.

 Jaehyun was an intern for his last year. He was working on a company far away from SM University, so he had to move out of their shared unit temporarily. The long distance away from his boyfriend and Jeno and Jaemin stressed him non-stop, and he didn’t know if he could last for six months.

Needless to say, Jaehyun drowned himself with a lot of work he couldn’t have enough rest for himself. He’s up at work from eight in the morning until eleven in the evening most of the times, and he’d go home feeling extremely exhausted he’s down on his bed the moment he entered his room. He got an annoying boss as well so all this internship thing turned into a hell hole into an instant.

Time went by and all Jaehyun became for the past weeks and months was a total wreckage. He lost in touch with everyone, his boyfriend, Jeno, Jaemin, and literally occupy himself with every piece of task he was assigned to do. He hadn’t had his phone checked for a long time, the last thing he remembered was a chain of messages from his boyfriend. He can vaguely picture the last of it as “this is getting ridiculous.”

Jaehyun had never rested, that’s why when his boyfriend decided to breakup, he was so tired he didn’t try anymore and just agreed. That’s why he was not surprised when he came home to an empty unit after his internship was finished. It was when he realized why he was always tired, because Doyoung was his rest, but he always ignored him. He thought being silent was good, but he was wrong. Silence is not golden, will never be. That’s how he ended up in his room, alone and stressed, being twice as exhausted as he was the past six months. He was dumb. Maybe he had to talk to Doyoung and make up with him, or maybe he just had to apologize.

The next thing he remembered, he was calling an Uber. But there was a problem, he didn’t know his whereabouts.

He tried to call him, but the tables had turned. It was Doyoung who was ignoring him now. Funny that it made him annoyed, frustrated, sad. Doyoung must had been feeling this the whole time. He tried and tried until his phone was almost dead. Well, it was his fault he didn’t charge it back home.

He was long out of the cab already, now just walking by casually on Seoul streets. He wanders off, not knowing where to go, letting his feet take him wherever they take him. Later on, he passed by a restaurant. He saw a familiar figure, sitting on the side of the stairs outside the premise, sitting on a cardboard and wearing rugged, winter clothes. Jaehyun hurried himself to the person, eyes of sorrow and pain directed toward him.

“Jeno!”

“Jaehyun-hyung!” he saw how his eyes once full of darkness brightened up upon his appearance. “I have waited for you. I know you’ll come back.”

“Why are you here? Have you eaten already?” Jaehyun wanted to throw a lot of questions but he decided to brush all those off for now. “Nevermind. I’ll take you home right now.”

 “Where are Doyoung and Jaemin?” Jaehyun let out his thoughts. Jeno had already eaten a meal, taken a long, warm shower, and now wearing fresh clothes that were two sizes larger since those were Jaehyun’s.

“I have no idea,” was the answer he didn’t want to get, but he expected it nonetheless. “I tried to tell them not to leave, to wait for you, but Doyoung hyung didn’t listen. Doyoung wanted me to go with him, but I stayed and waited for you. Thank you for coming back. Even though it was a month after, I’m still happy.”

“How about your education? Are you still going to school?”

“Doyoung hyung kept my scholarship, but after the two of you broke up, I felt lost. I wasn’t doing well academically, and since they left, I didn’t go to school anymore.”

Jaehyun couldn’t help but put the blame to himself. Jeno wasn’t supposed to be like this. He was supposed to live the best life, but all he did was give him misery.

“Jeno, I’m sorry,” Jaehyun broke down and let the tears and emotion that had bottled up for the past months flow. “I should not have occupied myself with all those shits. I should have made time for the three of you. I’m such a bad person, you don’t deserve me.”

Jeno didn’t know what to do. He had never seen Jaehyun cry, so he just locked him in his embrace, shushing him with words of comfort.

“Don’t be sorry Jaehyun hyung.”

“Let’s find Doyoung and Jaemin. I owe them an apology.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Jaehyun raised an eyebrow at Jeno’s reply. He asked why, but looking at the way Jeno fidgeted, what’s about to come wasn’t a good thing.

“Doyoung hyung was always worried about you. He was always waiting for your respond that he spent most of his times looking at his phone. He skipped a lot of meals, and classes. After he failed five of his classes, he decided you just don’t care about him anymore, so he decided to text you to break up to test the waters. But you agreed and I never saw him that sad.”

Jaehyun just stared at Jeno, feeling speechless and unable to form any words.

“Doyoung hyung failed classes so now he had to retake them next semester. He can’t graduate this semester.”

Jaehyun’s shoulders slumped down as he heard those words come out from Jeno. Doyoung was an achiever and a top student as well. It must have been humiliating in his part that he had failed because of him and that he would graduate late because of him. Maybe Jeno was right. It really would not be a good idea to see Doyoung, or have Doyoung see him. Maybe right now was the best time to do what he had done in those six months he was away.

 “Maybe it’s time for me to go,” Jeno excused himself after staying with Jaehyun for a while. The older stopped him nonetheless.

“No. I promised to be a good brother to both you and Jaemin. I have failed you for these past times. Now, let me make up for it. You’ll stay with me.”

   Maybe that’s why he couldn’t let go of Jeno right now. He was the only person left from his past, the only one that reminded him of how happy he used to be. Maybe he couldn’t let go of Jeno because he reminded him of Doyoung, and that’s probably why he wanted Jeno to stay.

But he had decided for himself. Jaehyun couldn’t do anything.

The stress from everything started to build up, and Jaehyun might have cried that night. All the paperwork, the wedding, Yeri, Jeno, Doyoung, all of which are bugging his mind right now.

Maybe Johnny was right. He needed to rest, to have some breath of fresh air for once. So he did what he had never done his whole work life. He filed a resignation paper. That was after he completed all the paperwork of course. He was in misery because of this shit. Time for him to let it go.

Now he just couldn’t wait to hang out with his bros tomorrow.

   “Wow he really did that?” Mark’s eye widened at the shot of good news Johnny has brought him. “I’m sorry but Jaehyun and resigning don’t belong in the same sentence.”

“Well what done has been done,” Johnny said as a matter of fact. “Plus it’s good for him. He was shit and all because of that job of his.”

“Touché,” Mark nodded.

Not long after, the door of the café creaked open and Mark saw Jaehyun entered. He waved at him so he can acknowledge their presence and Jaehyun made a beeline to their table.

“Jaehyun bro!” Mark was the first to greet.

“Long time no see,” Johnny added as Jaehyun took a seat. “But I think we will see each other more often now.”

“Wait did you really resign?”

“Well Mark, yes,” Jaehyun replied. Mark still looked confused though. “I had been shitty my whole life because of work, so now I let it go.”

“Good,” was what only came out from Mark.

“Where is Lucas anyway?” noticing the absence of the other, Jaehyun was quick to ask.

“Oh. Jungwoo is here too surprisingly. So you know,” Johnny shrugged as he answered the other’s query. Mark just chuckled after mouthing “boyfriend duties” in between Johnny’s sentence.

“Oh,” Jaehyun nodded. “I want to see him.”

After that, the three of them left their seats and went to Jungwoo’s table. Johnny’s right. Lucas was seated beside someone, but still he was able to notice Jaehyun’s presence.

“Jaehyun, you’re here!” Lucas was quick to stand up, arms leaving the shoulder of the person who he supposed was Jungwoo.

“Are you Jungwoo?” Jaehyun ignored Lucas walking to his side to ask out his curiosity. The person in question raised his eyebrows, not expecting a question to be directed to him.

“Yes. I’m Jungwoo,” he replied with the cutest smile Jaehyun had ever seen. Well, second cutest.

“And I’m Ten! Hello!” the other man in front of Jungwoo introduced himself, waving his hands in the process. Jaehyun offered them his nicest smile.

“I’m Jaehyun. Nice to meet the both of you. Anyway I have a question.”

“Is it a habit of you to ask questions to people you just met?” Ten wondered and Jaehyun felt a little embarrassed. The other three men behind him were stifling a chuckle, but Jaehyun didn’t care at all.

“Well, yeah,” he scratched the back of his neck. “But anyway you guys are friend with that wedding planner guy right?”

Jaehyun didn’t what was wrong with what he said, but Jungwoo’s face definitely fell from his question. Nevertheless he replied.

“Yes we are,” Jungwoo replied flatly. Something must have been going on between the two, but it was out of his business right now,

“Good. Can you tell me his name?”

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Mark was quick to react. “Won’t that be against Yeri’s punishment for you?”

“Well I’m finding it out myself so I think it is fine,” Jaehyun shrugged, eyes still focused at Jungwoo. The latter sighed dramatically, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“We are not in good terms right now so I didn’t like it that I’m being reminded of him right now,” Jungwoo shook his head, but again it was not of Jaehyun’s business so he didn’t care. “But you’ll find it out sooner anyway so I guess it won’t hurt to tell you.”

Jaehyun nodded, putting up two thumbs up at Jungwoo’s reply.

“Well the planner’s name was Doyoung,” Jaehyun blinked. “Kim Doyoung. You’re welcome.”