#bae’s fragrances

[thegardenofbae]

random thought: i love smelling like cinnamon, chocolate, cardamom, coffee or ginger, mixed vanilla or lactonic notes. these are spicy gourmands, not the traditional sugary gourmand notes, but they create some of the most memorable memorable impressions.

[ktsumu]

genshin alchemy event is so fun I feel like a chef

[gokupowers]

having a "signature scent" is literally just manufacturing ur omegaverse pheromones 🙄🙄

[universalitgirlsblog2]

🧁🎀IT GIRL GUIDE 🧁🎀

This is a guide to help you become an IT girl . The term IT girl isn't same for everyone . For some it means a girl who has achieved a high celebrity status at a young age. For some, it means a girl who takes care of herself . In kpop , this title is mostly given to the ones who stay relevant for a longer time , have alot of brand deals & has made alot of impact on others - especially in fashion. What does being an IT girl means to you ?

🎀Tips to become an IT girl 🎀

1) Healthy Skin

I have noticed how the most popular IT girls have healthy , clear and glass skin . For example : Song Jia, Jang Wonyoung , Jennie etc . They all have clear skin. Try to visit a dermatologist, get to know your skin type and develop a skin care routine which suits you. Get enough sleep , stay hydrated , don't touch your face with dirty hands & don't pick your pimples .

2)Workout

Wonyoung , Song Jia & Jennie take great care of their bodies . You must have seen Jennie's instagram posts , she is consistent & practices pilates daily. Wonyoung & Jia also practice pilates to stay in shape . Here is a video of them practicing pilates , click here for wonyoung & click here for song jia . Karina also workouts to maintain her body. This video can motivate you.

It's not necessary that you need to do pilates just because Wonyoung , Jia or Jennie does it , if you don't like pilates , find any other exercise like yoga,HIIT , cardio etc or any sport like swimming , badminton etc . Basically , just find any exercise whether it's pilates , cardio etc or sport like swimming , badminton etc to keep yourself in shape . Don't limit exercise to only weight loss , it will not only help your physical health but will help your mental health too !

3) Fashionsta

An IT girl should know how to choose outfits which compliment her . Get to know your body type and experiment with different kind of style to know which style suits you . You can take inspiration from celebrities too !

4) Elegance

Wonyoung , Jia , Jennie , Nayeon , Irene , Karina, Bae Suzy etc . These all IT girls are elegant . Wonyoung radiates princess & royalty vibes because of her elegance . Maintain a good posture which will make you appear elegant and confident . Be gentle & kind . Have a good grammar & vocabulary. Read more. Have a signature fragrance . Maintain personal hygiene. Here are some posts which have more tips on how to look elegant - this one by @malusokay & this one by @femmefatalevibe

5) Confidence & Self Love

Wonyoung , Song Jia , Irene , Jennie , Nayeon etc. These all IT girls have confidence& love themselves. They are confident in themselves .They put themselves first .Improving your self concept can also help 🤭. Remember what Wonyoung said ? She said how she only tends to give herself love . Song jia also said that she really loved herself & her phone wallpaper was herself ! Also don't chase anyone , chase your goals . Spend your time creating a beautiful garden & the butterflies will come !! This post by @girlbloggerbby has wonderful self love tips , I hope it helps you ! Also this post by @malusokay & this one by @ribbonie

6) TRENDSETTER

All these it girls are not only fashion icons but also trendsetters.Don't try to be like anyone else , take inspiration If you want to ! Learn from everyone, follow no one . Be your own trend setter. Don't follow trends , SET THEM !!

7) IDAF attitude

People can be really cruel & harsh sometimes . When it comes to social media, I would say these days , most of the time , comment section is always full of hatred. Song Jia got alot of hate for the stupid fake clothes scandal and she still gets hate till now but she doesn't allow it to affect her anymore. She is just busy in improving herself & her life. She doesn't let hate get to her. Wonyoung , Karina, nayeon etc they all get hate for just breathing but they don't let the negativity get to them . Stop seeking validation from others and don't care about their opinions . Most of the time we get hate when we have done nothing wrong , it's better to realize our worth at that time & know that people often project their own insecurity on others . I hope this post by @prettieinpink helps you & I have affirmations too related to seeking self validation , not external. Idaf mentality affirmations by @vixeneptune .

8) Have hobbies

This is inspired from Jia , she always spend time with herself & her hobbies . It can be anything - singing , dancing , writing poetry , painting, cooking etc . It doesn't have to make sense to others , just do it for you and your own happiness. You don't need to master It as well , write the most rubbish poetry in the world , it doesn't matter , as long as it makes you happy . Don't try to seek validation for your hobbies as well . If you like it , then just do it .

9) Be smart & hardworking

Wonyoung got 100/100 in science , English and Korean. She also won several math and science competitions . Romanticize studying & being smart . Read more & give your best in studies ! Nayeon , Wonyoung , Jia , Karina , Irene , Jennie etc they all are extremely hardworking .

10 ) Be mysterious

Song jia , Wonyoung , Jennie , Irene, Alexa Demie etc are mysterious . Don't reveal too much about yourself . Be more private . Keep your goals & emotions a secret . Most of the time people can use your secrets against you too or demotivate you when you share your goals with them .

11) Affirm

This tip is probably the most easiest and simple one . You can manifest being an IT girl!! Just affirm like you are an IT girl . Act like her& affirm and you will become one! You can also use the Jia , Wonyoung , Jennie etc affirmations to become like them! Wonyoung & Jia affirmations by @magic-irl . Wonyoung & Irene affirmations by @heejinisoutofideas . Wonyoung , Jia & Jennie affirmations made by me !! Alexa demie is also considered an IT girl & Meghan also. Affirmations by @nevillesgod for Alexa & @magic-irl for meghan . It girl affirmations by @vixeneptune . More affirmations for it girl by @cyber-f4iry . It girl vaunt by me .

[saeist]

it's not living if it's not with you ── s. itoshi

synopsis: if it's meant to be, it will be genre: ex2lovers, arranged/fake dating, celebrity!au, pro!au, fluff, angst with happy ending, sharing a bed, 2nd chances, ... word count: 12.3k warnings: reader and sae aged up 22+, implied sex towards the end, reader has a hint of social anxiety/claustrophobia, i think sae is a little ooc in some scenes, lmk if i missed some notes: THERE YOU HAVE IT SAEISTS.. MY 1K SPECIAL!! THIS IS THE SUPER SECRET SAE FIC I'VE BEEN TEASING EVERYONE ABOUT FOR LIKE A WEEK NOW AND IT'S FINALLY IN FRUITION! <3 here's a lil sae brainrot to show my gratitude to you guys ^_^ fellow saeists who also consume an unhealthy(?) amount of sae content...... this fic is also dedicated to the loml my bae aeri @saerins for taking ur time of day to beta-read and to my angel baby sage @invsu as well <33 ilu guys extras: i made a playlist for this bc i am insane like that and without further a do.. sit back, relax and enjoy! lmk what u guys think either in the tags or comments bc i rlly worked hard on this for like a week and i jus couldn't stop writing! talk abt a sae earworm... ++ if u guys find theres a lot of the 1975 references.. its bc i was listening to their songs as i made this lawl .. tmi!

001.

you didn’t really put into consideration how awkward it actually was to be working on a modeling gig with your ex boyfriend.

the pay was obviously really good that’s why you even agreed to book it in the first place, especially since it was for a famous luxury brand and their fragrance line

so imagine your horror when you walk into set and see your ex posing for the cameras.

you silently hoped that it was just his solo shoot and not with you because your manager did mention that you would be having a partner for this photoshoot

the photographer greets you with a hug and compliments your outfit for the shoot. a white, sultry open neckline dress. the theme of the shoot was it was set on the beach with a sunset background

he instructs you to lay on the makeshift sand and tells you to start posing for your solo shots.

after a couple of clicks, the photographer compliments you on your professionalism on set and then calls your ex boyfriend.

“sae! time for the couple shots i told you about” the photographer calls out to sae who was on his makeup chair. your eyes widened in realization that he was, in fact, your partner for today’s shoot

you tried to look at your manager for some help but it was no use. your manager was busy talking to other people on set. you can feel your heart beating faster by the minute as sae walks closer to you

he was wearing something similar to what you were wearing. dress pants and a white oversized unbuttoned polo. his exposed toned abdomen was probably the main highlight of his outfit with it glistening under the studio lights. 

you bit your lip and looked away. sae has always been eye candy, there was no denying that. you were surprised yourself when you managed to bag him during his rookie days, but now that he was almost, if not an A list celebrity with his elite status in the world of football, you can almost say that itoshi sae was totally out of your league

you come back to your senses when the photographer claps his hands and muses how you and sae have insane chemistry that he has ever witnessed. you let out a little huff at the comment.

‘if only he knew’ you think to yourself, avoiding sae’s gaze as much as possible

the shoot starts and the photographer instructs sae to hover over you while holding the perfume bottle. sae nods and does what he’s told, he’s a professional after all. he wouldn’t let his personal feelings interfere with his work. that was the golden rule in the industry

you locked eyes with sae for the first time in years. he still had those fiery teal eyes that gets you weak in the knees each time. your eyes slowly dart from his eyes to his lips.

“keep doing that y/n!” the photographer cheers, clicking away on his camera. did you do something in your past life that you would inevitably end up in an awkward situation like this. a situation wherein you and your ex lover, in a position where you two are posing like an actual couple

your eyes flicker back from sae’s lips to his eyes again. for a second there you thought you felt a spark, a connection, an old flame that has been rekindled at that very moment.

til it all comes back to you in a flash

you forgot you hated him. you hate itoshi sae and you could’ve sworn itoshi sae hated you too. 

the bitter taste is still in your mouth after all these years. how could you forget the man who broke your little heart in two?

it was childish really. looking back at it now, where you were merely just starting out as a rookie model and sae being the same, a rookie at his profession. just two kids having a similar situation in two whole different industries. it was hard not to get entangled.

you were always known to be sae's long time lover. you were always supportive of his games. present whenever you can, sitting at the exclusive VIP section of the stadiums, wearing his number on your back; and if you weren’t able to attend due to your own schedules, you would still manage to find the time to support him. may it be posting an instagram story that you were watching him on your phone while you were getting your makeup done or wearing his jersey on the day of the game

sae was the same. he would always be seen wearing the stuff from brands you’ve modeled for. from jewelries to exclusive clothing lines, sae would always be seen wearing them, his silent way of showing support in your own craft. 

you were proud of him, and he was proud of you too.

but as all things are, good things come and go. even in the most unexpected times.

there were already rumors circulating that you and sae were ready to tie the knot, some news outlets even stating that maybe you two have gone ahead and tied the knot at some island during your secret little rendezvous. (having been caught going to santorini for more than multiple occasions)

the public has always been supportive of your relationship throughout the years. even earning the title as the nation’s sweethearts with how they’ve seen your relationship blossom from puppy love to what they call as “true love”

with the news that the nation’s sweethearts have parted ways, the public was as heartbroken as you. 

sae suddenly called it quits after almost five years of dating. it was after he has been taken under the wing of real madrid’s division A where his career as a midfielder really took off. to make matters even worse, he broke it off at the same place he claimed you as his.

since then, you’ve sworn to hate him. you’ve resented him. you felt like all those years that you two have built was nothing. you couldn’t even believe him at first when he spat out the words “we’re over” like it was nothing. 

five years, five years worth of unforgettable firsts. five fucking years to unlearn everything.

you were absolutely crushed back then. you even took a hiatus with everything going on in your life. you were a mess. you actually can’t believe sae had no remorse over this. were the five years you were together nothing for him? all those tears you two have shed, the firsts of everything, all those precious memories, were they all nothing? 

it hasn’t even been a year or so but it seemed like sae already moved on, which added more salt to your already open wound. he was flourishing with his career while all of this was going on. sae has been photographed multiple times leaving clubs with lipstick stains all over his neck. 

it stung of course. seeing him move on with his life as if he didn’t just ruin yours. that very night, you swore to yourself that you will never forgive itoshi sae for what he did.

never again would you open your heart to someone like itoshi sae.

itoshi sae, the man who broke your heart into two.

“earth to y/n?” the photographer snaps his fingers in front of you, breaking your little trance.

you apologize to the photographer, your cheeks heating up at the realization that you really got lost in your thoughts the moment you’ve met eyes with sae.

“as i was saying,” the photographer eyes you and sae, “the shoot is over. well done” he bows, motioning the people behind the scenes to clap for you and sae

almost immediately you stood up from your awkward position from sae. intentionally avoiding his hand that was held out for you to take. (you hate how he was still a gentleman to you, even after all these years)

you look around for your manager and strut towards him.

“we’re leaving. now” you say with no emotion in your voice, even walking farther ahead from your now confused manager. 

he takes a look around on what could’ve made you pissed off but sees no one but itoshi sae in the flesh. 

“but y/n, itoshi sae is here-” your manager gets cut off when there was a loud slam of a door nearby. he winces when he realizes it was you. he turns around and bows his head at the people on set.

“i apologize for y/n’s actions” 

with that, your manager runs after you.

sae could only stare at your direction with mixed feelings. a part of him was relieved that he got to see you again after all these years, yet he doesn’t understand why he was feeling off to find out that you still resented him. i mean, that was what he expected for his own actions all those years ago.

with a click of a tongue, he goes back to his own manager so they can finally go home after a long day.

you don’t even know why you were crying. tears blurring your vision as you try to find the exit out of this damned building.

you harshly wipe your tears, opening the last door to your left. you were met with the harsh, cold air of japan. you weren’t looking where you were going, barely even noticing that someone was by the door til you bumped into them.

the steel floors were making it hard to walk in your heels. so when you bumped into the said stranger, you lost your balance. 

the stranger had quick reflexes. they immediately caught you by your waist and your hands flew to their chest to keep yourself steady. you looked up at the stranger to apologize only to meet eyes again with the same teal eyes that belonged to no one other than sae fucking itoshi

you don’t know how long you two have been in this position until you see a bright flash in your peripheral vision.

you have just been papped by paparazzi with your ex boyfriend and sworn enemy, itoshi sae.

002.

the headlines in both social media, news outlets and the such were exactly how you expected it.

it was crazy. 

the general public going wild, thinking that the once famed couple were now back together after how many years.

your phone was blowing up with emails upon emails. calls from friends and relatives to confirm the news themselves that you’ve been seeing sae again. you look at your manager beside you apologetically as he receives another phone call from what you think is another e-news outlet asking if the rumors circulating were true.

you have been summoned by your company for an emergency meeting as the whole situation was getting out of hand.

that was when you realize how big of a name itoshi sae was after all these years of blocking his name on twitter.

your PR team is currently a mess. they are currently working their asses off to put out a good story for your sudden reunion with the famed midfielder. 

“how many times do i have to tell you to be careful being papped after a shoot?” the head of your PR team, pinches the bridge of their nose. clearly this wasn’t the first time around 

“i was!” you defend yourself, “i didn’t even know it was him til i looked up..” you murmured

your manager facepalms at your response. how did you not know it was sae?

“so what i’m getting here..” the head puts their glasses on the table, “you didn’t “know” that it was the itoshi sae, your partner for this specific photoshoot, the famed midfielder of real madrid, itoshi sae?” they quote, looking at you like you just grew another head

you nod in content, “exactly” you grin, putting your thumbs up. in hopes it raises the mood. (it doesn’t, unfortunately)

“y/n, i hope you know this isn’t just something we can brush under the rug. this is not the same situation with yukimiya kenyu where you two were caught being cozy in his car” 

“yuki was literally just driving me home! and we’re close friends!” you defend yourself, yet again. 

“exactly! yukimiya is a close friend! while itoshi sae is not. that’s why this is such a big deal!”

you slump back to your seat. okay, maybe they were right. this was a lot harder to get around with especially since the public knows about your past relationship.

“luckily for you, we have talked things out with itoshi sae’s management,” it was your manager’s turn to talk. he stands up from the seat beside you and walks over to your PR team’s head. they exchange glances before nodding.

“we have come up with a way that this whole issue will be over soon” your manager starts. 

as if on cue, the doors of the meeting room suddenly open. you take a look on who could be entering this sacred room this late. surely it couldn’t be more of your PR team as they were all already present in the room. 

there stood with their hand still on the doorknob is no one other than sae, with his manager right behind him.

your jaw drops as you put two and two together.

you whipped your head towards your manager and the head of your PR team in both horror and disbelief.

no, it can’t be…

“you two will now be in an arranged relationship for the meanwhile. until your situation dies down” sae’s manager finishes, taking a seat next to sae, who took the seat next to you.

you could see your manager squeeze his eyes shut, knowing where this is going. you were about to have a fit right here right now.

“WHAT?!” you let out a loud scream. the whole floor probably heard you. 

sae also winces at how ear-piercing your scream was.

you abruptly stood up from your seat, snatching your purse from the table and stomped out of the meeting room. not forgetting to slam the door shut on the way out.

immediately you called up your two closest friends, reo and yukimiya to meet you at your apartment ASAP.

003.

“so you’re telling me– us,” yukimiya pauses, looking between you, who has mascara running down your cheeks and reo, who was busy rubbing circles on your back as he hands you another tissue for you to blow your nose on, “that you are going to be in an arranged relationship with your ex, itoshi sae.. am i getting that right?” yukimiya confirms, waiting for your response

you nod before blowing your nose and throwing the now used tissue on the rising pile of tissues behind you.

“this is the worst day of my fucking life” you cried out, reaching out to reo to cry on his shoulders.

“oh, y/n” reo sighs, pulling you into his embrace as you cry your eyes out. 

you pull away from reo’s embrace, “i mean, why him, why now?!” you rambled, words getting choked up.

both reo and yukimiya could only frown. after all, even with their power, money and status, there was nothing they could do to help with your situation.

your doorbell suddenly rings, catching all three of you in surprise. who could be at your door right now?

yukimiya took the initiative of opening the door, only to be met with the eyes of the itoshi sae. barely noticing your manager behind him.

sae raises his eyebrow at the man in front of him. who was he and why was he at your apartment?

“yukimiya-san! i didn’t know you were over..” your manager sheepishly greets yuki, trying to break the growing tension between him and sae.

“who’s out there, yuki?” you croak out, trying to take a peek at the door from reo’s shoulders.

“it’s me, y/n” you hear your manager call out. you look at reo in confusion. what was your manager doing here?

gradually, you slowly stood up from your kitchen island and walked over to your front door.

now, you just expected a scolding from your manager from your little fit back at the company, that’s why he was at your place or so you thought. what you didn’t expect that you’d see itoshi sae again but this time, in your own space.

“have you lost your fucking mind?” you shot a look at your manager, who only winces as a response. 

“y/n- i can explain-“

“i made him take me here” sae speaks up for the first time. you felt your breath hitched. it’s been so long since you last talked to him, let alone heard him speak. (you’ve done everything you can and blocked every single thing related to sae. that meant interviews, news articles, you name it, you had his name and everything blocked and muted)

sae invites himself inside your apartment with your manager following suit as you stand there at your front door, stunned. 

reo is equally as shocked as you are when he sees itoshi sae casually walk to your living room as if it was his. before reo could open his mouth to say something, you come running in, fuming.

“who the fuck told you you can come inside MY house” you spat. your attitude turning a whole 180. 

sae only raises an eyebrow at you. “our team” he casually says. he then looks at your manager and cocks his head towards your direction. like he was trying to get your manager to tell you something.

“what now?!” this time it was your manager’s turn to get yelled at by you. he winces again before checking for something in his ipad.

“since you um.. walked out at our meeting earlier today… both managements has come to terms that you and itoshi sae would be living together for the meantime”

silence fills the room, the entire apartment if we were being honest

your vision goes dark, the next thing you know and you black out.

as you slowly regain your consciousness, you hear some people talking. well, to you it sounded like they were slurring because you couldn’t really comprehend what they were saying. slowly, you open your eyes. the first person you see is a frantic reo who seemed to be fanning your face with yukimiya holding your hand

“where am i?” you grunt, feeling some dull ache on the back of your head and lower back. 

“you fainted” sae points out. staring at you who was on the ground. you sat up and stared at sae, wide eyed. “what the hell is he still doing here?!” you ask in distraught. you thought everything prior to this was all just a fever dream, or a nightmare as you’d like to call it

your manager, who was getting you a glass of water comes running to your aid. he crouches and tells you to drink up- to which you do.

“we were discussing your current situation with itoshi sae until you fainted… ” your manager starts, you choke on your water after hearing those words but thankfully didn’t start a coughing fit. you motioned your manager to continue so that you’d finally hear the end of this dreadful moment

your manager's eyes flicker between you and sae, “we’ve come up with an agreement that until the time being, itoshi sae would be living with you and you’d market yourselves as a couple. sae has already consented and agreed with the contract and your PR team as well…” he finishes, clutching his ipad close to his chest

reo, who was listening intently, felt like it was unfair for you to be in this type of situation regardless if it was an order from your company

“isn’t unfair for y/n though? she herself didn’t consent to this contract right? doesn’t this violate her own rights of code of ethics?” reo interferes, giving your manager a look. you look at reo and smiled. maybe you’ll ask him to contact the finest lawyers of japan that he knows after this

your manager was about to speak up but sae beat him to it.

“i was the one who suggested this whole setup, not their company. so technically, this isn’t “violating y/n’s rights of code of ethics” as it’s not even printed on a contract because simply, there is no contract” sae states, mocking reo’s tone of voice, giving him a side eye before turning his attention back to you. 

this time it was yukimiya who steps in. he turns to sae with his eyebrows raised. “isn’t there another way to get around this? not just by your means?” yukimiya pauses, pushing his glasses up, “i mean, why does it have to be like this where you’ll live with y/n for an issue that could be squashed with just a single article denying your relationship or involvement with y/n?”

sae sits up straight, staring yukimiya down with an icy stare. “this doesn’t concern you”

yukimiya and reo both stand up, “actually it does. y/n is our friend” reo hisses, glaring at the red head who merely just yawns and rolls his eyes.

was sae even taking this seriously? 

sae sighs, a bored expression on his face. “this is matters between me and y/n only”

finally having enough of his bullshit, you got up from the ground and walked in front of sae.

“what exactly are you planning, itoshi sae?” you narrow your eyes at him. this was the first time in years you’ve looked at him. you note how appearance wise, he hasn’t changed one bit. 

sae chuckles a bit, catching you by surprise. what’s so funny?

“drop the formalities, y/n. you know me better than everyone else in this room” he scoffs, eyeing you from head to toe.

sae won’t lie. he thinks you were still beautiful the day he left you. to him, you were always the prettiest in the room and from the way his heart raced after seeing you for the first time again in years, he knows himself that thought stayed the same.

he watches your eyes soften for a second before it goes back to your signature glare.

“actually, I don't,” you say dryly, crossing your arms. “so, tell me. what exactly are you gonna get out of this?” 

sae sighs. he doesn’t know himself either but he wasn’t just about to say that out loud. he doesn’t know what got into him all of a sudden. was it because he was curious about how you were doing? was he intrigued? did he somehow miss you all of a sudden because he saw you again?

a part of him always longed for you even after you two have gone your own separate ways. it was hard not to, considering you have spent a chunk of your lives together. not to mention, you two grew up with each other and built blossoming careers together hand in hand. 

it was only until he finally got recruited for division a of real madrid where he thought it would be best if you guys would stop what you have in order to be the best version of himself— wrong. 

he realized he fucked up that maybe that wasn’t the best option when he realized he needed you more than ever. you were his best support system. you were always there with him during the hardest times holding his hand but it was already too late. the damage had been done and it was irreversible. 

the day he broke up with you, or the day he fucked up everything was also the last time he ever saw or heard from you ever again. 

sae tried. he tried and tried and tried to reach out to you. he tried searching for your socials, your contact information, literally everything he can get his hands on. but even with his power and money in the world, it was still not enough to find you.

the only updates he had of you was the ads that were plastered all around social media and in the busy shopping districts of the cities he’s in. it was almost like a constant reminder of what he lost. 

so shocked was an understatement when you were his partner for the commercial shoot his manager had booked him for some random luxury brand. 

after all those years, he found you again.

to say the stars were on his side when you two got papped by the paparazzi is a bit selfish on sae’s end. as much as he fucking despises the paparazzi as they tend to ruin things for him, he’s quite glad that for once that they did something right.

they brought you back to him.

so sae couldn’t just let this opportunity of a lifetime slide. even if this so called “scandal” could easily just be cleared out with a simple denying of such rumor. but sae couldn’t just let this end like that. 

he wants to fix everything he broke. sae wants another chance.

“this is pointless” you deadpan, after waiting for sae to speak. he was just sitting there, staring right back at you for god knows how long that you begin to become conscious.

sae looked like he just snapped out of his train of thought as he shook his head before clearing his throat. 

“it’s a win-win situation for both of us” sae blurts, “you get more publicity out of this–”

yukimiya and reo both looked at him like he was crazy.

“excuse you— with or without you, y/n is already famous. hell, you don’t even know how many brands are waiting for her to reach back at them!”

“do you live under a rock or something? how do you not know y/n is one of the, if not the number one top model of the country?”

you were secretly thankful that you called both yukimiya and reo beforehand. not only you got an ego boost, but it gave sae a taste of your own reality that you are where you are now because he left you

a small smirk tugs on your lips when sae frowns. you watch him chew his bottom lip, a telltale sign that he was thinking of something to save his ass

“well, if you aren’t gonna get something out of this.. i have” you say, catching everyone’s attention, including your own manager.

your manager looks at you with his head tilted to the side. mouthing “what do you mean?”

“i’ll only agree to this if after this whole scandal is over, i don’t ever want to see you again” you propose to sae. it was only fair for it to end like this as one, he was the one who suggested this idea in the first place. two, you can never be too complacent with sae who apparently has no motive regarding this. this was sae we’re talking about, he’s bound to plot something and three, you can finally find the answers you’ve been yearning for after all these years. might as well use this as an opportunity to get your well deserved closure.

there was a glint of hope in sae’s eyes.

“deal”

you hear yukimiya and reo yell a bunch of lines like “seriously y/n?” but all you can focus on is sae who’s also looking right back at you.

your manager claps his hands in joy, immediately dialing your company about your decision. sae takes this time to call his own manager to probably tell him to bring his stuff in. 

did you make the right decision? you’re not too sure. only time can tell.

004. 

today was the first day of you officially “dating” sae again.

also the first day of living with sae, for the meantime

just a little after you’ve come to an agreement with sae with the set up of your rekindled “relationship”, both managements didn’t waste a single second on confirming the news that the nation’s sweethearts have gone back together

needless to say, both of your names are trending and is the current talk of the town

so your first agenda (from both PR teams) is that you both post strikingly similar instagram stories as if you were together the night prior. (in which, you two were.. force binded by a non-existent contract)

it was a good thing that you chose an apartment that had a spare guest room because god forbid you’d even dare to sleep in the same bed with your ex. 

you didn’t give sae a warning that you were already gonna post something. just a quick snap of your window, that holds the view of shibuya, with a little sunlight peeking through. you captioned it with a little “good morning indeed” with a cheeky emoji just to spice things up. 

sae, who was in the next room, was casually scrolling through instagram when he sees that you posted a new instagram story. he clicks his tongue in annoyance at the fact you didn’t even give him a heads up. quickly improvising, he took a mirror selfie from the vanity mirror that you have around in your guest bedroom. 

you started your day with making your own breakfast. not even bothering to call sae. hell, he can starve for all you care. after all, he was not your responsibility. you only agreed to do this because frankly you had no other choice from your company.

while waiting for your eggs, it didn’t take you a while to also notice that sae already posted his part of the agenda. thinking of it as nothing, you innocently clicked on his profile. his story loads and wow. resonating with your caption, good morning indeed!

sae posted a shirtless mirror selfie. he was still under the covers but made sure his torso was seen on the mirror. 

“take a screenshot, it’d last longer” sae says flatly, moving past you to your fridge. you jolt in surprise, almost dropping your phone in the process. “what the fuck!” you yell out, a hand over your chest. 

you hear sae chuckling behind you and the fridge opening

“you got all that money stocked up somewhere and yet you don’t even have groceries?” sae comments, noting your almost empty fridge. there were only some milk boxes and some of those edible collagen jellies that help you with swelling when you have early morning shoots and the such.

sae takes the last chocolate milk box you had that was hidden away at the back of your fridge

“well, my manager does it for me and i usually eat at reo’s or yukimiya’s– is that the last of my milk?!” you pried your eyes off your phone to see sae casually sipping on the last milk box you were saving

“so?”

“that’s mine” you argued, getting up from the kitchen island to snatch it from sae. you stomp over to him and tried to swipe it off his hands. unfortunately for you, sae is an athlete and that meant he had reflexes like no other. he raises his arm high just before you were able to grab the milk box from him.

“sae, give it back” you grit your teeth, standing on your tippy toes, trying or attempting to take the milk box from sae’s hold but the height difference is just something else. 

sae leans down and gets all over your face. “come on, you can do it,” he teases, eyes fixated on yours. 

this feeling almost felt too familiar. almost like a wave of nostalgia just hit you in the face. the memories you’ve been trying to suppress all coming back 

you snapped out of your little trance when you realized the position you two were in. 

“my eggs are burning” you lie, leaving sae dumbfounded. you scurry off to your stove to finish what you were cooking while sae goes and sits on your kitchen island. 

he watches you plate your breakfast and sit on the other end of the kitchen island. you actually felt him staring but chose to ignore him. the sound of his stomach grumbling breaks the awkward silence.

“where’s my breakfast?” he asks, voice small

you shrug, “i don’t know”

“you didn’t make me one?”

“why will i?” you raise a brow, happily munching on your bacon while sae could only look at you in disbelief.

later that day you two had your own schedules. he had practice and other stuff to do while you had another meeting about different commercial offers and a lunch date with reo and yukimiya just like you promised the two.

you got home later than sae. you were about to grab some water from the fridge when you notice that it was fully stocked with groceries. you can’t help but smile a little at the gesture. 

you did your usual night routine before getting comfy in bed. just before you were about to hit the hay, you don’t forget to send sae a quick message, thanking him for the groceries. 

[11:43] you: thanks for doing the groceries ig

[11:44] sae: i couldn’t just let myself starve here, can i?

you rolled your eyes at his reply. he’s still so sarcastic even after all these years

[11:45] you: whatever 🙄

[11:46] sae: i also restocked that milk you love so much. call it truce from earlier today

[11:46] you: who told you it was my favorite? 🤨

[11:47] sae: gut feeling, call it old habit

you raised a brow at his text. what did he mean by that? before you could type your reply, your phone notifies you that sae sent another message

[11:49] sae: jk. your manager told me

you didn’t realize you were holding in your breath. you let out a sigh of relief after reading his message. you were not gonna let him get under your skin. not anymore

you ended up not replying to him. instead, you shut your phone off to reflect on today’s events, hoping that this all ends soon. your phone suddenly dings again. it was a notification from sae.

[11:55] sae: i’m going to sleep now. goodnight, y/n

it’s officially been a week of living with sae and pretending to be a couple in front of the cameras and the public. to think you’d even last this long is an understandment on it’s own.  

for this day, both managements wanted you two to be seen out and about in public doing whatever you two wished to do. 

you were debating on what you two should do that won’t involve much physical contact like going out for shopping because that only meant that you two would be forced to hold hands which is something you don’t want to do for obvious reasons. you’d rather die than to be papped with sae holding hands

“what do you want to do today?” sae asks from the couch. you two were already all dressed up. intentionally matching your outits just for the sake of it. sae was wearing a maroon turtleneck with holes in them with a white long sleeve shirt underneath and some track pants? you don't question his outfit much further because why would you exert the effort to do so? 

you were wearing something similar. a maroon crop top with some leggings to match the laid back outfit of your fake boyfriend. 

“what can we do without much physical contact?” you pondered, a finger tapping on your chin. sae scoffs at your question, mumbling about what’s wrong with physical contact with him. you almost wanted to tell him “everything” but that would just start another argument today

“how about we get some coffee?” sae offers, unable to think of more activities to do in such short notice. you hum in agreement, coffee does sound good right now. you get up from the couch and grab the keys to your car

“what are you doing?” sae asked. you stop in your tracks and hold out your keys for him to see. “we’re taking my car” sae says, showing off his. 

not putting up much of a fight, you agreed. it was getting tiring driving yourself around anyway.

you two arrive at the coffee shop sae graciously let you choose in no time (by graciously, he meant that he’s good with anything you choose) you then decide on sitting by the window where you know the paparazzi will be in front at in no time to capture this date between rekindled lovers

you sit at your chosen table by the window while you wait for sae to order something for the both of you. telling him that you’re okay with whatever since this cafe was your favorite.

it didn’t take sae that long to come back with your orders. he sets the tray down and you find an abundance of sweets and pastries. you look up at him confused but he simply shrugs. he then places your drink down. you take the receipt that was hanging off the tray to read everything he has ordered.

looks like he ordered everything on the menu with the sweets and pastries, which is not surprising really. when you read what he got you however,

“you ordered me a spanish latte?” you ask, taking the drink from the table. 

sae nods, taking a sip from his own drink. “something wrong?” 

you shake your head no. you just can’t wrap your head at the fact he ordered your usual go-to drink.

“nothing, it’s just i'm surprised that you still remember what i usually order in coffee shops” you shrug, finally sipping on your drink. spanish lattes does always hit the spot for you

“do you think i have forgotten?” sae raises a brow, a slight frown forming on his lips. you rolled your eyes at his comment. 

“well, it’s been a while, don’t you think?” you retort, avoiding his hard stare. technically, it’s been almost two years since the breakup. one of you were bound to forget each other’s habits and the such. 

there was silence again after that. an awkward one at that

“let’s take our post now so we can leave” you say, taking pictures of the food in front of you while keeping sae in the frame. sae simply nods and does the same. the photo you decided to post was mostly all the food sae ordered with him in the background. you purposely cut off his head just for the thrill of it. you do tag sae in the instagram story though with the caption “coffee run” 

sae’s post was a bit different. he simply posted a candid shot of you taking pictures of the food in front of you. for captions, sae isn’t much of a caption person because he thinks they defeat the purpose of photos so instead he just adds a heart emoji with your username next to it. 

it didn’t take much for the paparazzi to find your whereabouts. just like planned, they were outside the window you two were seated in taking photos after photos. 

“do we go now?” sae asks, eyeing the amount of people that were outside the cafe. 

“yeah..” you trail off, not really expecting a whole crowd to form outside. sae must've sensed that you were tensed with the way he stands next to you when you two were leaving the coffee shop

the moment you two step foot outside, it was an absolute frenzy. the press were everywhere on your faces. asking questions from all sorts of directions that it actually made you dizzy. 

you were never one for crowded crowds. especially when they topple over each other just to take the perfect photo or get an exclusive. it was just never your cup of tea

you covered your eyes from the bright flashes that were all over your face, trying to maneuver around the paparazzi to get to sae’s car faster but the paparazzi was too much for you to handle. you instinctively leaned on sae for support as your legs start to feel wobbly. sae immediately catches on and wraps an arm around your waist securely, pushing forward against the hoarde of people in front of you guys

“get out of the fucking way!” sae barks, pushing the people in front of your faces. the group of paparazzi do make way for you guys as you finally reach sae’s car. 

sae unlocks the car and opens the passenger door for you to enter first. he shields any possible camera that was trying to capture your face with his body. even going as far as pushing them away making some of the paparazzi stumble and fall on their asses. 

once you were secured in your seat, he runs over to his side of the car and starts the car before speeding off. not wasting a single second for some short interview.

“you okay?” sae steals a glance at your slumped state, before turning his attention back to the road in front of him. 

“... yeah, just dizzy” you say meekly, rubbing your temples. “i’m gonna rest my eyes for a bit, sae” you murmur, leaning against the window before drifting off to sleep.  

sae sighs and speeds up faster so you two could get home sooner. ‘damn paparazzi’ he thinks to himself, not noticing how his knuckles have turned white with how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. 

the car comes to a halt when the traffic lights beam red. sae couldn’t help but look at your state. he always knew you were bad with crowds but yet you still fulfilled your lifelong dream to be a model. he wonders who took care of you during flash mobs when you were out in the streets. 

was it your manager? was it that reo guy? or was it yukimiya aka that person he doesn’t really like. sae hates how close you are with him. sae will also never forget your scandal with him. he can still remember it like it was yesterday when the news dropped that you may or may not be in a relationship with your fellow model yukimiya kenyu after being papped being cozy inside his car. 

practice was hell that day for real madrid and sae may or may not have punctured a soccer ball out of pure rage. 

the damned light finally turns green and thankfully you were at the last street before the turn to your apartment complex.

sae parks the car and turns to take a good look at your sleeping figure. you look too peaceful to wake up. so he gets out of the car and goes to your side to pick you up bridal style. 

he gently puts one of your arms around his neck (for safe measure) and loops his under your knees to carry you. with the help of the security guards around, he presses the elevator up to your penthouse suite. 

for once in his life, sae is thankful that he was an athlete as he successfully tapped in your passcode to unlock your front door with you in his arms. when he reaches your bedroom, he gently sets you down on your bed. 

sae was about to leave to make some dinner just before you wake up but was stopped by your hand reaching for his. 

“stay..” you mumbled, tugging his arm. sae hesitates for a bit, unsure if you were actually conscious or was just sleep talking. sae watches your eyebrows furrow when you notice he still wasn’t beside you. clicking your tongue in annoyance, you tug on sae’s arm harder so he gets the hint

“okay, okay” sae hums, slowly getting in your bed. he’s unsure himself on what he should do. should he stay still, wrap an arm around you, what?

to his surprise, you were snuggling next to him. your head nestling to his chest. sae lets out a small gasp. he definitely didn’t see this coming. 

coming to a realization that no harm would be done if he wraps an arm around you, he slowly drapes his arm over your waist. sae suddenly feels like he was on top of the world, like everything suddenly made sense to sae. 

sae caresses your cheek, brushing the stray hairs from your face. 

“you still look beautiful the day i lost you..” sae whispers. he debates on stealing a kiss. he weighs out the pros and the cons and figures that it was more of a liability if you ever find out he stole a kiss from you, especially when you were asleep. that’s gonna have to be for another time. 

sae was beginning to feel sleepy. he carefully drapes the duvet across your bodies. not even a moment later, sae is now fast asleep with you in his arms

you find yourself plush against something hard and warm. you try tossing to the other side but you were being held securely around your waist. your eyes shot up, now fully awake and aware of your surroundings.

“good morning” sae rasps, his morning voice sending shivers down your spine. 

“what are you doing in my bed?” you whisper-yelled, actually genuinely surprised to see him next to you. your heart was racing, like it was about to jump out of your chest. did something happened yesterday? you couldn’t quite remember everything after leaving the coffee shop. it almost felt like a hazy dream

sae reluctantly unwraps his arm around you and scoots to the edge of the bed. you almost pout at the warmth that disappears but you internally scold yourself for thinking of such things.

“you passed out in the car and i brought you here” sae explains, now sitting up. “i’ll go make breakfast. stay put” he pats your leg before excusing himself to leave your bedroom. you lay there confused because that wasn’t enough to explain why he was quite literally sleeping next to you. 

just the mere fact that you slept next to him sent you into a frenzy. you grab your phone and immediately dialed reo

“hello?” reo answers groggily, you checked your phone for the time and it was literally 8 in the morning. 

“reo!” you hushed, trying not to catch the attention of sae “something happened yesterday!” 

“what?”

“we slept together…?” your voice going up an octave, chewing on your lip as you await for reo’s reaction

a beat of silence passes by. you thought reo may have accidentally ended the call

“YOU DID WHAT?!” reo basically screams at your ear. you had to remove your phone from your ear from the impact of reo’s shrill scream. “DON’T TELL ME YOU GOT BACK TOGETHER WITH HIM IN JUST A WEEK’S NOTICE—”

“NOT IN THAT WAY, DIPSHIT” you say abruptly, cutting reo off. “i mean like.. we just slept in the same bed after yesterday’s turn of events…” you trail off, trying to remember every significant detail that eventually lead up to you and sae ultimately sleeping with each other.

“my guess is with the paparazzi. i just saw the photos” reo says, typing away on his keyboard. “not gonna lie y/n, you and sae do make a good couple” he adds, giggling

you huff over the phone, earning a hefty laugh from the other end. 

“talk to him. clearly you need it” reo advices. it was like he knows where this was going. “ i gotta go for now, y/n. i’ll call you back later. duty calls. ciao!” reo ends the call before you could even say something. 

you threw your phone on the other side of the bed, groaning as you put your head in your hands. what was happening to you

there was a faint knock on your door, probably sae was gonna tell you that breakfast was ready but to your surprise, he brought the breakfast to you.. in bed.

sae walks in with a little bed tray that you didn’t even know you owned filled with some breakfast. 

“was all this necessary?” you say in disbelief. sae simply shrugs and sits by the foot of your bed.

“i contacted your manager about your state and he says he’ll be coming over to check up on you later” he notes, typing away on his phone with one hand. sae turns to you and motions for you to start digging in. “c’mon, eat up” 

you feel your face heat up at his extravagant gestures. he was a man of service after all. even during your relationship, sae wasn’t the type to be vocal about his love for you. it was mostly through actions may it be subtle or not. you can feel the love with the way he does everything for you.

with a small smile, you start to eat the breakfast he made. 

“sae,” you call. he looks up from his phone, a confused look on his face. 

“need something?”

“come here” you motioned for him to scoot closer to you. to which he happily obliges. he is now sitting right in front of you. 

he watches you cut a piece of your pancake and stabbed it with your fork before holding it up for him.

“here,” you say sheepishly, not even looking at sae in the eye. sae looked at you like you just lost your mind. 

“can’t let you not eat your own cooking..” you mumbled, feeling your face burn in both embarrassment or something you can’t pinpoint. with a chuckle, he takes the fork from you. unintentionally brushing your hands together.

in an instant, you snatch your hand back as he quietly eats the pancake you’ve given him.

things are changing between you and sae and you’re not sure if you like it.

005.

it’s been a few days since the whole ordeal with you and sae in bed together. your management gave you guys a few days off just to keep things at bay with the paparazzi after the whole fiasco of you almost fainting because of the sea of paparazzi outside trying to take photos. 

your manager did end up checking up on you that day just like sae has mentioned. you told him off that you were fine and just needed more resting before you can resume with your work. he reluctantly agrees and goes ahead and reports your status with your company.

reo and yukimiya also came over for the past few days. just to check things up with you after your pictures were published for the public. you had a talk with your two closest friends about your current situation with sae. 

yukimiya was a bit unsure for you while reo advised that they’ll be there with you for every decision you make. he also opted that you two should have an open forum about each other’s whereabouts since the break up. clearly you still had unanswered questions.

sae was out again for his daily practice. although he did tell you that he’d be back around the afternoon. 

you take this opportunity of being alone to actually think about everything for the past week. 

this few weeks has been a whole rollercoaster. not only you’ve been reunited with your ex, you had to be in a “fake” relationship with him again for the media, and now it’s like you and sae were back to your old routines all those years ago. 

a part of you does miss being able to call sae as yours, not just for the sake of the cameras but just because you really do love him and you want to be with him, but this time for real. yet, another part of you is scared that maybe there’s a catch to this. maybe in the end sae was just using you for his own sake. 

you made a promise to yourself that you were not gonna have him play with your heart like that anymore. not again, never again.

but here you are, willing to take the same risk again. the things you are willing to do just to call him yours. 

because at the end of the day, it will always be itoshi sae.

no one else has your heart the way sae has it. 

you barely notice that sae has arrived back from practice til he was waving a hand in front of your face.

“y/n” he jabs a finger at the side of your head, an amused look on his face. “what are you thinking about?” sae hums, plopping down on the couch next to you. 

“nothing much, just about life”you hissed, clutching the spot he just poked you. you leaned back on the couch, stealing a glance at sae but you made eye contact instead. immediately you looked away, feeling your cheeks heat up.

sae snickers next to you, a small smile on his face as he takes a good look at you. 

“having a midlife crisis at your young age?” sae pokes your sides making you jump. you let out a little yelp, causing sae to smirk. 

“don’t even think about it sae itoshi— AH!” you hold your hands out in defense mode. you know that devilish look on sae’s face. sae’s fingers reach your sides before you could even finish your menacing (not) threat. 

your laughter fills the living room. 

oh how sae missed this. how he missed coming home from practice and to have you wait for him. how sae missed you.

sae stops tickling you to let you catch your breath. barely even noticing the position you two were in. he was on top of you, hands on each side of your head. your cheeks painted red, chest rising rapidly as you try to control your breathing. 

“can i kiss–” 

the front door slams open to reveal reo and yukimiya in tow with some food.

“y/n! we brought you some food!” reo happily chirps, setting the food down on your kitchen counter. sae’s eyes immediately widen and rushes to get off of you. he stumbles and falls on the floor, just right in front of reo’s feet.

reo and sae make eye contact. reo awkwardly smiles at the now embarrassed sae.

but sae being sae, he brushed it off like he was in the middle of push ups. 

“... and 50. 50 push ups done” sae puffs, pushing himself off the ground, pretending to wipe the non existent sweat on his forehead and ushers away to his room. not missing reo’s comment before he slams the door shut.

“i’m gonna just pretend i didn’t see you fall right in front of me” reo cackles, wiping a tear from his eye. “anyway y/n, we got you some food. i forgot that athlete was living with you sooo.. it’s up to you to give his share” reo shows you the amount of food he just got you.

yukimiya giggles behind him. he pulls reo to the side before giving you his infamous smirk

“reo, we gotta go now” yukimiya smiles slyly at you. he takes a good look at your ruffled shirt, flushed cheeks and messy hair. 

“what? we just got here!” reo complains, looking back at yukimiya, who points out your current state. he then whispers something to reo that you obviously can’t hear. you stand there with your arms crossed, eyebrows raised as you wait for your two best friends to fill you in

“i’m literally right here” you rolled your eyes.

“oh!” reo gasps, eyes wide as he seems to put two and two together. he covers his mouth like he just witnessed something scandalous. 

you were about to open your mouth to say protest against what allegations yukimiya has of you but both reo and yukimiya bolt out the door. yelling about how they were sorry for disturbing something while cackling. 

“those bitches..” you muttered, shaking your head. you walk over to the kitchen to go through what reo just got you. of course it was his favorite steak with some side dishes. 

“are they gone?” you hear sae call out from his room, his head poking out the door. 

you laugh, “yeah. you can come out now” 

you hear the door open and sae comes walking in the kitchen with nothing but sweatpants. you let out a squeak as your hands fly to your eyes, covering them from seeing sae’s half naked body.

sae scoffs at your reaction. “you’re acting like you aren’t used to it”

“was used to it” you correct him. sae’s mood drops a bit. you awkwardly fiddle with the hem of the plastic. taking out the plastic containers to at least lift up the now sour atmosphere. 

sae looks at the meals you’ve settled down on the counter. “from reo?” he asks, going ahead and taking out some chopsticks. 

he must be starving from coming home after practice.

you slid the plastic container that held reo’s favorite steak to sae. his eye widens and shakes his head. he pushes it back to you. it becomes a silent tug of war. sae ended up losing because you were starting to get upset and he can tell by the way your lips are jutted out and you were pushing harder, causing some of the sauce to spill out.

“okay, damn..” sae mutters, accepting his defeat. you let out a victory cheer by dancing a little in your seat. sae couldn’t help but smile. now here you were, watching him chomp down the food reo initially got for you.

“let’s head out somewhere” sae says, poking you with his chopsticks. you swat his hands away as you scowl at him. going out all of a sudden after he just ate?

“where are we going?”

“places” 

you look up at him unsure. you didn’t really want to go anywhere this week knowing that paparazzi might be up on your asses again. you weren’t gonna risk your health again for just some dumb post

“but we’re on break with posting though” you protest. was sae really serious about heading out? 

sae pouts and looks at you with pleading eyes. something he only pulls when he really wants to do something or get his way. something you couldn’t resist. you guessed old habits really die hard

“please?” 

you avert your gaze elsewhere because those teal eyes are only trouble for you. you hear sae sigh beside you and you realized that was your last straw.

“fine”

you look back at sae who had a small smile on his face. his face screaming “i know you still can’t resist me” and quite frankly you wanted to punch the living daylights out of his smug face. 

“i’m not gonna get dressed up or anything though. just a hoodie and a hat to keep our identities hidden” you say, getting up from the barstool to head over to your room to get an oversized hoodie and your hat.

“wasn’t counting on it” sae says, humming to himself that he got you to agree.

it didn’t take long for you guys to get moving. you two were now on your way to wherever sae was taking you. even if you kept asking where you two were going, sae simply shushes you and tells you to just sit back and relax

you were leaning towards the window, watching the city skies fade as you two drive aimlessly around the city. your phone connected to his aux, softly playing some tunes in the background.

your eyes peer over to sae who had one hand on the steering wheel, while the other was used to prop himself up against the window. you find yourself smiling at the memories going back to you. 

the old late night drives with sae just to clear your minds. 

the route sae was taking you felt awfully familiar. you sit up straight and looked outside to see that you were going up a familiar hill. you snap your head towards sae. sae catches your stare and winks at your direction.

the car eventually comes to a stop. sae silently turns off the car and gets out with you following behind him. there you realize where he took you. sae took you back to your favorite spot to get away from it all. the hilltop where you can get a whole view of the ever so busy city of shibuya. 

the same place sae asked you to be his,

the same place sae broke things off with you,

“what are we doing here, sae?” you ask, sitting on top of the hood of his car. sae follows suit. he sits next to you, observing the view in front of him.

“to unwind” he says flatly, putting his hood on. you can’t help but look at him. what did he mean by that?

“you looked pretty occupied today, so i just thought i’d bring you here-”

you furrowed your brows, “then why here?”

sae stays silent. the sound of the city filling your ears. you can’t help but think that it was now or never. it was the perfect time to get things across. for your own peace of mind, and for the sake of it all. 

it was silent between you and sae all of a sudden. you almost wanted to laugh at how ironic it is that you’d end up in this place again for the third time in a row with the same person. 

‘how nostalgic’ you think to yourself. you get up from the hood of the car and walked towards the wooden fence. just to get a clearer view and to get some air that you so desperately needed before talking to sae. 

“you know, this reminds me of the time you took me up here for the first time,” you start, kicking the rocks just by your feet. sae’s ears perk up at the sudden mention of the memory.

“i was so happy that day. to think we’d last for over five years. i was the happiest when i was with you, sae” you continued, smiling to yourself as you recalled everything.

sae can’t help but feel there’s more to what you’re saying. he can’t help but anticipate the bomb that you were about to drop.

“til one day, you brought me out here again. this time, to break up” you turn around to face sae who had an expression you can’t comprehend. his hands were stuffed inside the pockets of his hoodie

“you broke me that day, sae” you breathe out, looking up at the moon. “and to think not even two weeks later i see you with someone else” you let out a laugh. to sae it sounded forced. 

“i hate you, sae itoshi” you finally look at him again, sae averts from your hard gaze. 

“i hate how you took all my firsts, i hate how you talk to me with that voice, i hate how i know your morning routine better than anyone else, i hate how you always opt to cook because you know i suck at cooking, i hate how you know me like the back of your hand..” you list off, with every list you say, you take a step forward. 

“i hate how even after all these years, even after you hurt me, even how you broke me to pieces, i hate how i can’t ever find myself to hate you” you finish. a teardrop running down your cheeks. 

“i hate how i still love you..” your voice was shaky. your hands were trembling, here you were, confessing your heart to the guy who initially broke it. 

you broke your promise to yourself. 

with a deep sigh, you fixed your composure. you harshly wipe the tears that were running down your cheeks before turning your back on sae again to face the city you live in. 

“i just have a question for you, sae…” you take a deep breath. finally. you were gonna get the answers to your questions. those times you’ve doubted yourself, those sleepless nights wondering where it all went wrong, nights where you ask yourself if you were ever enough for sae.. 

you were finally gonna get your well deserved answers. 

“why? what did i do wrong? was i not enough for you?” 

sae silently moves towards you. he pulls your head to his chest where you freely the tears fall. 

you push him off of you, you were not gonna let yourself be fooled much longer.  

“was it worth it, sae? was throwing away our years together worth it?” you seethed, tears pricking your eyes.

sae’s eyes widened, “i–”

“you know sae, even if i was in a room with all the people i love the most. i’d still choose you and you all over again. i will always choose you, sae” you cut him off, trembling. words shaking as you are basically spilling your heart to the guy who broke it into a million pieces.

sae’s heart breaks at the scene before him. it was too late for him to realize the damage he has done to you. for you to act like this.

“that’s why i agreed to be in this fake relationship with you. i wanted to find out why you did this to me, to us” you admit, tears now fully flowing. “i just..” you weren’t able to finish what you were trying to sae as you sob in front of sae.

“why sae?.. just, why?”

you barely notice sae approaching. the next thing you knew, he pulls your head to his chest. 

“shh… let it out” he says, his free arm rubbing your back as you cry your heart out. finally, after all those years, it felt good to release everything. like a million bricks has been lifted off your shoulders. 

sae pulls away, cupping your cheeks as he wipes the tears pouring down your cheeks with his thumb. his eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips. 

“don’t look at me like that, sae..” you say in a low voice, almost like a whisper. peering away from sae’s eyes. 

sae slowly leans in and before he knows it his lips are just ghosting over yours. without a second, sae smashes your lips together.

your eyes widened. you wanted to push him away. you put your hands on his chest ready to push him away, but something in you is stopping you from doing so. 

how you missed this. how you missed sae

how sae missed this. how sae missed you

you pull apart, catching your breath. you look up at sae to see him crying too. he cups your cheeks, caressing them with his thumb.

“i’m sorry” was all he could say. he puts his forehead against yours, teal eyes fixated on yours. you can tell with his eyes that he was sincere. sae was also shaking as he holds you, his whole body language screaming guilt.

“i was young and stupid. i thought i’d be better off without you but i realized that i wasn’t. it was too late by then.” he explains, looking down at your feet instead of meeting your eyes.

you put your hand over his, squeezing them. relishing in the moment of two ex lovers putting the past behind them.

“i tried reaching out for you, you know?” sae brings up, laughing to himself at how stupid he sounded. “but knowing you, i knew you’d probably act like you never existed. i had to find out the hard way” he scoffs at the end. 

“eventually, the stars brought me to you again” sae finally looks at you in the eye. “i took that as a chance to try and redeem myself. i think it failed though,” sae admits sheepishly, “i was persistent. i wanted you back and i did everything i can just to keep you with me” 

you listen to sae stumble with his words. he’s trying. he’s actually proving that he was genuinely sorry for everything.

“i never stopped loving you, y/n” sae admits with a sad smile, “i never did” 

you tear up again at his confession. because frankly, you were the same. 

sae opens his mouth to say something but instead, you crash your lips against his. sae doesn’t move for a second but relaxes as soon as he realizes what was going on. he instantly wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you close as he can. 

“i love you,” 

“i love you too,”

you two find yourselves basking under the moonlight once again. fixing and treating each other’s wounds as you two try again. this time you two are sure that whatever you two have planned for each other, you two will make it right. 

006.

the sound of an alarm blaring through the room wakes you up from your sleep. you feel some shuffling behind you and suddenly the room turns quiet again.

“did i wake you?” you hear sae’s morning voice ring through your ears, sending a shiver down your spine. you let out a small whine, nodding your head yes. 

sae chuckles, and tightens his hold around your body under the covers. “good morning to you too, baby” he kisses your cheek. 

you open one eye before twisting your body around to face him. 

“morning..” you yawn, leaving a trail of kisses from his jaw to his adam’s apple.

“still didn’t get enough from last night, hm?” sae teases, rubbing circles on your hips. you feel your cheeks heat up. you slapped his chest before turning your back on him again. 

“our managers will kill us if we’re late” you remind him of your schedules for the day. you sit up, slipping on his shirt that was lying on the floor, recalling last night’s events. you looked at yourself from the mirror to see some love bites all over your neck up to your chest. a gentle reminder that you were now his again.

“they can wait,” sae murmurs, slipping his hands under your (his) shirt. you let out a giggle before pushing his hands off of you. 

“sae come on!” you tug on his arm as you two head out to your bathroom. 

after what seems like an hour or so due to sae’s rowdy hands. you two finally arrive at the red carpet of the luxury brand you two have modeled for. 

the screams of fans fills your ears as you wait in of the car and onto the red carpet where a line of reporters were waiting. 

sae, being the gentleman he is and a marketing genius, he obviously makes a scene for your entrances. he gets out of the car first and holds out his hand for you to take. the audience goes crazy as you two make your entrance. 

“sae, y/n! over here!” you hear a bunch of reporters yell out. lights, and flashes all around. 

you and sae stop at the first reporter on the line. he greets you guys with a smile before starting his short interview. it was the usual questions about the brand and you guys feel about being the new faces of it.

“well, clearly they have a good eye for casting both y/n and i as the new faces for their brand” sae answers for the both of you, his arm wrapped securely around your waist. 

the interviewer gushes at how cool his answer was and proceeds to ask you another question.

“my, my, my, miss y/n. you look lovely as usual but i can’t help but wonder, what does it feel like to be back together with sae itoshi?” he asks, intrigued, his microphone on your face. 

you look at sae for approval and he simply smiles and motions for you to say whatever you want to say. 

“well, it still shocks me til this day that i got back together with sae” you joked, making the interviewer laugh at your response and sae who fakes being offended. you laugh at his reaction before answering seriously, 

“but seriously. i guess it’s true that if it’s meant to be, it will be” you smile, showing off sae in front of the camera to which the interviewer loves.

“what an answer from, y/n! well you heard it here first folks!” the interviewer beams in front of the camera, “i wish you two never ending happiness. thank you for letting me interview you guys!” he waves off, finding another celebrity to interview. 

you and sae both smile and wave him goodbye as you two continue along the red carpet.

“do you really mean that?” you hear sae ask beside you. he was busy waving for the cameras. you let out a little giggle before waving around for the paparazzi and cameras around. 

“mean what?”

“what you said about if it’s meant to be, it will be” he quotes you, tucking a stray hair behind your ear sending the audience and the paparazzi in a frenzy again. 

“it happened to us, didn’t it?” you smile, motioning to your current situation. 

sae was yours again, and you are his. 

just how it should be. 

bonus!

you didn't consider how awkward it actually was to be working on another modeling gig with your boyfriend.

especially when the poses instructed by the photographer and way too intimate to be imitated in a semi-public setting for your liking.

“what are you being stiff for?” sae holds in his laugh, seeing how motionless your poses are with him. “it’s awkward when theres people around..” you say through gritted teeth, praying to the gods that this shoot will finally be over

“it’s not this awkward when we do this alone though..” sae seductively whispers, lowering his head just right at the shell of your ear.

the photographer squeals in joy at the amount of shots he got from that pose alone.

you feel your face burn up in embarrassment.

“sae!” 

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1.5K Words. tags: Praise Kink, Male Sub, Sub!BF AU, Committed Relationship AU, I’ll fill the rest out later. (Is a Respect Kink a thing? Or am I just deprived?) ((asking for a friend…))

Sub!BF who thinks you’re cruel the way you bend over to show him your welcoming pussy as he watches TV. Who can’t take the way you put him on his hands and knees, a drooling mess inches away from your noisy wet warmth as you finger yourself and play with your nipples. Who knows better than to touch you without permission or else he’s punished from touching you at all.

The submissive boy who gets nervous, pacing with sweaty palms when you text a slutty photo in your work uniform captioned: “they pissed me off at work today…be ready.” The Sub!Boyfriend that begins to clean and cook in preparation of your usually rough entrance. Who goes to the bathroom to freshen up so when you nuzzle against him it’s your favorite fragrances of vanilla, lavender, and bergamot. He who knows to use a little of your lotion for that added touch.

The Sub!BF that gloats to his other sub friends you can get him off by just kissing him. That his dom doesn’t leash him, or talk down to him. That his dom is the sweetest person in the world and takes care of him best. How you have to tell him it’s not appropriate to judge other dynamics and be a brat. How he doesn’t care cause that’s what he’s there to do…praise you beyond belief. How he holds your hands in his extremely sincere as he breaks his usual cooing to tell you how appreciative he is of you. How you allowed him to explore safely and feel fully loved. How you cry at his sincerity to which he grins widely, quickly rushing into the other room.

The Sub!BF that knows things did get out of hand. And you guys weren’t even supposed to get this far…and that’s why a black box with a ring adorned in your favorite jewel/metal is shaking in his nervous hand. How he tells you to close your eyes and at your protest pouting with an adorable “Pleasseeee?” When you give in and feel a soft velvet box in your hands. A promise ring. The Sub!BF that fell over in love with you when you said without a second thought: “Cock rings? A cock cage? I’ll only do that if you really make me mad…I’ll think about it. Your dick is mine, it is claimed. You do not need to be caged.”

How his previous experiences made him feel he had to submit a specific kind of way. He rests easy against your chest, sleepy, actually relaxed and feeling safe, as you tell him about your day. Who fights for the respect of your dynamic exclaiming: “This is my Dom! She is also my woman! But she’s only mine because I am hers, first. Don’t make me disappoint her by punching you in the face. She’ll deny me an orgasm!!”

The Sub!BF that asks permission so much you remind him in public to try toning it down…to which he then only shouts annoyed “What? I can’t ask if it’s okay? Who the fuck is gonna tell me I can’t ask my woman what she thinks? You have the final say!” In front of the cashiers who were previously side-eyeing you, now deep in registers or finding something to do.

How he asks if he can title you. As a new dom with somewhat of a respect kink you thought hard about it. Master was saved for especially salacious times. Ma’am and Mistress are too obvious, plus don’t suit you that much. You wanted something disguised, it turned you on to know when he’d say a certain term of endearment in public only he and you knew how you earned it. You thought on the time you first were dating, he was more overtly dominant but showing signs. You were ungraciously bumped into and huffed towards by a larger man you suppose had much to do. While annoyed being bumped into wasn’t the end of the world. You look around again with your new bae nowhere in sight…

“Hey, dickhead.” Your new bae was in front of the guy, hands in pockets staring a hole into him. You’d never seen him so protective and kinda sinister. You were so turned on. “You bumped into my girl. Say sorry.” The guy of course feels challenged and attempts to raise his voice. Before he could begin to cuss back your bae punched him in the face sending him flying. “You wanna disrespect my woman?” You leapt to him removing him as quickly as possible. You didn’t care at all about his defending you. It’s what he should do you thought. Having someone defend you like that was thrilling honestly. But you guys had to vacate as the scene brought attention and mall cops towards you.

You decided your title would be “my woman.” He looked at you confused. “Why that?” And as you elaborated, bringing his hand to your wetness. He understood. “Baby…” he cooed. “Can I please eat you?” He’d never asked outright for permission before. Newly dating for all of three months you both really agreed to take it slow. Hot headed as he was you could handle him and he never was that way with you. The title in public would make your thighs squeeze together. And depending on the conversation, like when you overheard him gaming bragging on you way too hard…that “my woman” sent you into the room. “Hi guys sorry to interrupt. I need to take him away for a bit. But he’ll be back.” Without a confirmation you hung up his headset, removed the controller from his hands, was nice enough to try saving his game to which he said it was auto…then turned the tv off, lights off, demanded he not move, nearing him to hit your knees and suck him off. His hand went to your hair to which you shook your head in disagreement. “Don’t touch. This for me. Not for you.” And how not soon after he came hard in your mouth leaning forward as his abs bent and tensed. “Oh my—baby I needed that. Thank you.” He says through labored breathing. How he raises you up to sit you in his lap. Purring and breathing heavy against your ear. How he peppered you all over in kisses that made you giggle.

You’d never tell him but you loved earning his submissiveness. Every time he unlocked himself to ask you to try something or let him try something the build of yearning was soon behind. You were attracted to him because of his masculinity which was still fully intact. How sexy it was for a man to take pride in being a sub. Overhearing him again mention he had been in some really unhealthy situations. How he was actually scared thinking he was a fucked up person for desiring that and that then he deserved to be treated unwell. How you had not known how many men in general wanted to pursue subbing. And how emotional you were knowing he really trusted you with his safety. How you’d likely eviscerate whoever had hurt him. And how you didn’t recognize the angry bubble of protection and ownership brewing in your gut.

You’d never tell him because you’d show him. “Here baby,” passing him meal preps for the gym you created in secret. “You love chicken, I get it, but you have to eat it differently sometimes. Plus you don’t moderate your calories enough. I know you want to build but don’t skip out tryna attain a certain physique. I’ll love you regardless and kill whoever complains.” You kiss him easily with no humor or tease in your statement. Kill? Who? Why? He was shook by your easy declaration thinking to himself how he’d kill anyone for you but that you didn’t need to know that. All he could do was watch you in love, never looking away. “Baby…I love you.” He says. It’s nothing to him. He loved you after your first date and really prayed to something unknown you’d work out. You look up at him beaming. “Really? I love you too baby!!” And as you kissed him you pulled away rushing him to the door. “Okay, okay, we’ll be all lovey dovey later.” He wants to protest but knows better. “You have to get to the gym on time so you can complete your routine on time so you can get to work on time!!! Bye bye! Don’t text and drive and you know I can tell.” Kissing him again as he holds his food against his chest like a kid dropped off at school. As you close the door you already are planning the meal he will eat when he gets home. As the door closes in his face all he could do is chuckle to himself before turning to start his day. “Hmmm, that’s really my woman isn’t it?”

Who: Denji, Yuuji, Gojo (this Nigga a sub to me 110%, I’ll fight for it.), Ichigo (moreso Ichigo in the beginning of Bleach.), Eren (if you disagree be serious with yourself…he’s an angry sub.), + whoever else!!! Lmk cause I’m building a sub list of sorts.

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ᶻz u found a new way to ease ur boredom on ur bf (0.4k) genre: est relationship, fluff warnings: pet names jake x fem!reader

BROWSING THROUGH INSTAGRAM USED TO BE ENTERTAINING, but now it's become monotonous. Watching the same people doing the same dances to the same songs became a tedious experience. You quickly turned off your phone and looked for something more entertaining to withhold your boredom, your boyfriend, Jake.

Succumbing your thoughts through boredom during the moment, you got up off the couch to go to your boyfriend's desk in the corner.

“Jaeyunnie”

As he heard the squeaking of your Ugg slippers on the apartment floor, he quickly moved his chair to create more space between himself and the desk. He then placed his hand on his lap, gesturing for you to sit there.

You followed through. The cologne he wore had a sweet and subtle fragrance. With a noticeable pout, you expressed your boredom with an "I'm bored."

"I apologize, my love. Let me complete my work then I can spend time with you."

You didn't respond to his words because his actions always made you the happiest person in the relationship. You and Jake taking turns to strengthen your relationship has brought nothing but joy to both of you.

You became lost in thought for some time. Eventually, you began fidgeting with your fingers, a habit you have when feeling uncomfortable. After a few more minutes, you became aware of the hair tie on your wrist and an extra hair clip in your hair.

You got off your boyfriend’s lap, now standing behind him.

You started grabbing the longer pieces of his hair.

“Oowww”

“I'm sorry, I’m bored ok?”

“Fine.”

You picked out the amount of hair you needed and carefully gathered your boyfriend Jake's strands. After tying it into a stylish apple hairstyle, you backed up to admire your work. Honestly, Jake looked adorable with his new hairdo.

Seeing your boyfriend's apple hairstyle, you couldn't help but feel proud of how cute he looked. However, you couldn't help but notice that it looked bland. After some thought, you realized what was missing and decided to use another hair clip from your hair to add some style to his look.

“Perfect.”

Your boyfriend touches his hair, assessing the situation. "My cute hair stylist," he says, facing you. "Do you like it?" you ask with a pout. "Of course I do," he replies. "Why wouldn't I?" You smile, satisfied with his response.

"It's getting late. We should get some sleep," you suggest as you continue to admire Jake’s hair. "I truly believe I have the skills to style your hair continuously," you add. Jake responds with a noncommittal, "We'll see."

★ DEAR UNICORN DIARY.. my second written work ?!! hhehe this took a while but i was happy :)) its finally here bae @flwrshee and KISSES to lily, esther and xin @urszn @weoris @jennaissantes for beta reading this ily

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BLOOMING FLOWERS SPRING CAN’T FEEL

[SYNOPSIS] ˚⁀➷｡ what more is there to hate when life takes away the one you loved the most?

[NOTES] ˚⁀➷｡ for my bae @insomniac-jay <3, took so long because i tried to do the best research i could, and because i never liked what i wrote until today. also! if you squint, it’s slight naoto x reader but it doesn’t really matter. i hope you like it!!!! not proofread

you still can’t grasp it, it sort of feels surreal.

just like this morning felt, when you put your kimono on, and did your hair. hina loved the way you looked in traditional clothing, she said it made you shine.

and albeit you two’s pictures flooding the tachibana home, you were still surprised when her mom rang your doorbell to gift you a box, feeling slightly heavier than the last silk garment they had given you while you and hina were still in high school.

“please wear it, y/n-chan, ” ryoko’s voice was just as gentle as you remembered it growing up, but it was sad, “they make you…shine.” and full of anguish.

you could only nod, swallowing back the thick saliva that was gathering in your throat, blinking back the tears with the same eyes ryoko knew how to read as if they were her own daughter’s. reaching out for your hand longer than usual, she only smiled.

you still didn’t quite grasp it, not even when you put on your pearl necklace, and locked your front door, heading down the apartment block’s stairs, like usual.

it was like your normal way to school, and later, uni, and even later, work, walking exactly 100 meters and riding for 7 minutes and a half, before switching lines at otomachi, and riding for another 5 minutes. this time only, you had to take the south exit instead of the north one, and stroll for thirteen minutes, passing by a park, a bakery, two liquors shops and some sky-rise towers.

“welcome.”

it was different, because you entered the funeral home, where the assistant, ready to guide you to the high-school colleagues category, was interrupted by naoto. he simply took your hand and walked you over to the rest of the family. you were used to seeing naoto on saturdays, not fridays or the both of them. you had seen him yesterday, at the wake, when it was friday, so it almost went like any other day. or that’s at least how your mind put it.

and when you were sitting down, eyes glued to the monk’s back as he chanted out the prayers, naoto’s hand still found a way to get to yours, firm touch against glass skin, afraid he’d break it any minute now.

and now you sit between your younger brother and his mother that took you in when you were at flourish in your heydays, deafly listening to a monk chanting a sutra for hinata. you glance over at her and can’t help but think how beautiful she looks in the matching kimono, and how much hina resembles her. resembles, not resembled, she’ll now forever keep her beauty.

you heard japanese people experience three religions in their lifetime: birth as shintoism, marriage as christianity and death as buddhism, but you didn’t even go through one. hell, hina herself only went through two.

and whereas ryoko always told naoto to stop hurting the table because even the piece of wood had its own life itself and the boy silently complied, you were stuck figuring out what it is that you believed in. you believed in kindness. the kind of kindness hina showed you, that was the firm conclusion you accepted, so now you could only pray that the afterlife was going to show her the same gentleness and love she gave the world, her journey smooth in crossing over the sanzu river and mind clear in choosing the paths she takes, making it easy for her soul to find serenity.

you wake up once you’re signaled to join the incense rite. with slightly shaking fingers you pinch up the dry fragrance, touching it against your forehead. amidst blurred vision and hours of unslept time, you see masato wipe a ghost of a tear with the back of his crisp black suit. you set the incense in the flame bowl, and walk away, next to the parents, pupils blown and face puzzled, as if you don’t know what the world you live in is. you see familiar faces; old classmates and family friends of the tachibanas’ that you got to meet long time ago, cousins, teachers, and ex-coworkers. you think you notice some of them staring at you, what is she doing here? — what is she doing there? — next to your best friend’s family.

naoto definitely sees them, he definitely notices their judging looks, but today he can’t do justice. he won’t, because he likes to think he’s partly come to terms with his sister’s death, but no matter what, police academy never prepares you to lose your sister when you least expect it.

he throws a quick glance over his shoulder, reassuring himself you’re still there although you don’t look or feel like you’re there at all, bones wrapped in flesh, wrapped in soft black silk. you start to think maybe there is something wrong with you.

grief is a weird emotion with no textbook manifestation. there is no right or wrong way to feel following a loss. but why don’t you feel anything? why do you know that it’s happening, but you’re not fully in yet? why can’t you scream or cry or whimper or fake a smile. why has your whole face been frozen this whole time?

people come and people go and like an old charlie chaplin movie on repeat, the same action you have done repeats itself a million of times fast forwarded until your mind goes blank. you feel black-and-white.

naoto taps your shoulder. “do you want to see the body?” he eases you into it. he was always such a gentle soul.

you try to say something but choke on the words. he sees, eyes widening as his muscles tense. you only nod, and he walks with you to the casket.

maybe if you see it, your mind will take on it. you’re given a flower, the white chrysanthemum you dreaded to even think about, and the same happens to naoto.

the people in front of you all put their flowers in the casket, small step by even smaller step allowing you to approach her face. it’s just the same, except it isn’t glowing, or happy or doing anything. she’s not singing, she’s not moving. she’s dead. you know it. but why can’t you acknowledge it?

you reach into the deep inside pocket of the kimono, a neatly kept, small picture grazing the white coffin. you don’t ponder, and lay it next to your friend.

naoto freezes when he sees it. he took it, the day is burned into his memory so deeply that if he were to ever lose his reminiscence, this is the only recollection he’d have. it’s you and his sister. you’re dressed in kimonos — that was your first time wearing it — and you were excited. just fresh into spring, you both chose to wear pink: hina’s dress had delicate camellias on it, scattered playfully all around the fabric, while yours had orange blossoms intricately all across. it also was your first time wearing getas; your feet hurt so bad he had to call his dad to carry you home by the end of the festival. he didn’t mind it though, because you had fun that evening.

he reaches for the picture and looks at the back.

“doesn’t this kimono make her shine, naoto?”

“yes, it definitely does.”

scribbled on the thin paper are some almost unrecognizable kana and kanji, but naoto knows what they say by heart. he slips the square into his sleeve and puts his flower in his sister’s casket instead.

not long after everyone is done saying their goodbyes, the tachibanas and you head to the crematorium. ryoko holds your hand as she picks up the bones and sets them in the urn, and you try your best to soothe a mourning mother’s aching heart.

once everything is done, you pass the envelope to the receptionist. it’s a little over a million, and you see it on the woman’s face that she knows it too, by the width of the wrapping. you didn’t notice how much money it was until you recounted it, half an hour before leaving your apartment, so you just left it all there. no 10.000 bills, no crisp bills, at least that.

she hands you the little bag with salt, tea and snacks and you bow before leaving the crematorium.

“y/n, wait!” a voice you know very well shouts after you, tall silhouette speeding from the building into the same darkness you’re headed into.

“mom said to walk you home.” naoto looks down at you gently, as if he’s your big brother and not the other way around.

“you know you’re not actually my older sister, right?” he interrupts your exact thoughts, “we’re the same age, you were fortunate enough to be in the same grade as hinata, that’s all.” he taunts, taking you back to your salad days.

you smile approvingly and he doesn’t hesitate to take the gift bag from your hand, and walk right beside you.

the air is grim and you still feel a little bit unreal. you feel limitless, but like a void, rather than the young shoujo manga protagonist you always dreamt of being, and you can feel it in naoto’s breath too, how he tries to not let the anger drown him out. you know it’s unbearable for him too.

halfway through the walk, he breaks the silence.

“i’m glad you finally learned how to walk in getas.” he admits, and you look up. a genuine laugh stifles from your throat and his face lights up.

“naoto,” you say, “these are zoris. i wasn’t going to attend a funeral in geta sandals.” explaining, you watch his face drop in embarrassment.

“yes, i totally saw that…!”he stutters but continues to joke, hinting at the past, talking of hina as if she’s still there, next to you. in passing moments of silence, you feel overwhelmed, guilty.

faith’s a game of cat and mouse, and you play it just like you want. you laugh with naoto and you realize it’s nice to feel this sense of .. belonging. in between numbness and denial, he made your day a little better. he took some of the burden off, he ripped some of the weeds growing between your lungs, letting you breathe normally again, granting you a peaceful moment in what felt like a lifetime since your best friend died.

you step foot into the apartment building, giddy and smiley, but it all vanishes once you look around. it’s dull, it’s ugly. and you feel like you’re right next to hinata. that’s how she made you feel every time you came back from a night out in the city, arm slung around her shoulder laughing at everything she said, almost knocking over the both of you.

you look around as you climb every step and somehow, the laughs and the joy all seem to disappear in the place you spent some of the most time with her.

when you reach your front door, it feels almost surreal again, because instead of hina behind you, it’s the boy you grew up with. he looks nothing like her — he takes after his father — but he feels so familiar that when he stops you from entering your home your breath hitches a little.

“don’t forget to throw the salt.” he reminds with a slight lecture in his voice, like his sister once said “don’t forget to change your shoes.”

so, when your wrist brushes past your shoulder-blade, your zoris break under the memories you shared along the way and the ones etched into the walls of the hall.

you tug at your necklace as you finally let yourself cry.

you finally know it’s real, even more so, because you feel not one, but two familiar presences engulfing you in warmth.

one strokes your hair with the palm that keeps you pressed into his shoulder, while the other hand looks at an old photograph, and the second hugs you both, wanting to lecture you with the love and gentleness of an older sister that didn’t get to say her part.

[abusedog]

WEIRD HEADCANONS   .

WHAT   THEY   SMELL   LIKE  .     CLEAN . roman tends to smell like fresh laundry and fresh air . day to day he uses slightly citric fragrances like acqua di parma and acqua di gio , opting for using stronger , more oceanic scents only for important business .

HOW   THEY   SLEEP  .      fetal position . he is the little spoon most of the time . he may also sleep on his belly from time to time . he doesn't move a lot at night unless he's having a nightmare , but he's a light sleeper unless he's medicated .

WHAT   MUSIC   THEY   ENJOY  .       he's not much of a music listener , but he prefers pop and rock to classical and instrumental . he comes from the MTV generation , so he always had his tv on , but now there's no music , just news .

HOW   MUCH   TIME   THEY   SPEND   EVERY   MORNING   GETTING   READY  .     a lot . at least as much time as shiv . sometimes more time than shiv . he's very indecisive on clothing despite most of the time all his suits look the same . he also strives to look effortless .

FAVORITE   THING   TO   COLLECT  .     bracelets . he almost never wears them but he has a TON of them , some are gifts , some are from his travels . he's more likely to use them when he's away from home .

LEFT   OR   RIGHT   HAND  .     ambidextrous . he uses more his right hand .

FAVORITE   SPORT  .      winter sports . especially skiing and snowboarding , which he learnt from a very young age . he also can ice skate as he tended to ask his nannies to take him to central park in winter .

FAVORITE   TOURISTY   THING   TO   DO   WHILE   TRAVELING  .     he sort of likes to get lost in some places , just be one more in crowd for a change . he also enjoys local markets and haggling for better prices .

FAVORITE   KIND   OF   WEATHER   .     in new york he enjoys sunny winter days . a respite from the cold , when everything feels cool but warm enough you can take a stroll without freezing .

WEIRD   /   OBSCURE   FEAR   THEY   HAVE  .     nosocomephobia . also known as fear of hospitals . he has it sort of in control , but he'll gone above and beyond to avoid them .

THE   ONE   CARNIVAL   /   ARCADE   GAME   THEY   ALWAYS   WIN   WITHOUT   FAIL  .     shoot the duck , he's not the best hunter in the family , but his aim isn't bad . 

tagged by : @cahroline thanks , bae ! tagging : @jmencken , @consumare , @sangwoochos , @4ger , @greenelight , @americanedpsycho , @kellm4n & whoever who may want to steal it .

[love4heejayke]

SYNOPSIS: Born from the full moon's light, Y/N is sent by her witch aunt on a secret mission to Decilis Academy, the purpose of which is to investigate the source of the obscure energy that hovers under the Silver Millennium. However, when she saves her roomate Sooha from the attack of dark creatures with the power to fortify themselves from the energy of nightmares and discovers her secret identity, she promises not to tell her friends, but everything changes once she falls for Lee Heli, one of Decelis' star students and posibily, her past life's lover.

TAGLIST #1: (closed) @enhacolor @amarillyis @ckline35 @fairycheol @jeanbobean @heejakegf @axartia @ineedcoffeeandtherapy @rosie-is-everywhere @prdxinvade @heedeungieluvbot @jungwonnnnnnnnnnnn @bambisgirl @yebin14 @m4r1eluvs (can't tag you bae, sorry)

TAGLIST #2: (open) [comment or send ask] @bluemanifesto @ineedaherosavemeenow @ahnneyong @jiawji @aki1e @yjjungwon @vatterie @captivq @enhastolemyheart @jaxavance @dimplewonie @talia02 @cherriegyu @l1lac-dreamer @beechmoons @niki7flwoie (can't tag you all, sorry)

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6 - the new student who wants to learn (6)

The greenhouse at the Silver Millennium is a magical and exuberant environment, where mystical plants bloom in a profusion of colors and enchanting aromas. It's an open space, bathed in soft, diffused light that penetrates through enchanted crystals in the ceiling, creating an ethereal glow.

The walls are lined with magical vines, which intertwine to form a living tapestry of lush foliage. Exotic and resplendent flowers are arranged in flower beds and hanging vases, filling the air with their delicate and enveloping fragrances.

Organized into themed sections, each housing a specific variety of mystical plants. There is a corner dedicated to the luminescent flowers, whose petals glow in vibrant colors, creating a dancing light show. Another is reserved for climbing plants, which intertwine around ancient wooden structures, forming tunnels and sinuous arches, and another for a small laboratory for Alchemy practices, with stone cauldrons and test tubes, where fairies, witches, druids and sorcerers of the Lunarosian elite gather to create potions of various kinds, whether to heal wounds or to enhance spells.

The soil is rich and fertile, covered with a thin layer of emerald moss that contrasts with the vivid colors of the flowers. Streams and fountains of crystal clear water gently bubble, providing a moist environment conducive to healthy plant growth.

Small magical beings, such as pixies and elves, can be seen among the plants, tending and interacting with the mystical flora. Enchanted birds soar gracefully in the air, while iridescent butterflies flutter from flower to flower, as if dancing to an invisible melody.

In the greenhouse, the air is impregnated with a mystical and calming energy, providing a haven of peace and harmony for those who seek connection with nature and its magic. It is a true botanical treasure, where enchantment and beauty intertwine in perfect harmony.

In it, Viken is teaching his Mystic Botany class to Y/N, teaching about the Flora Memoria, magical jeweled flowers, were in full bloom, each radiant petal holding precious memories. The druid led her Mystic Botany class, enthralling her with his stories and knowledge of magical plants. His eyes lit up upon hearing about the Flora Memoria. She has always been fascinated by magic and the connection between plants and memories.

While Viken was explaining about the mystical properties of flowers, he approached a Forget Me Not Tourmaline. She felt a magnetic pull to the flower, its petals glowing with a mesmerizing tourmaline hue. The flower exuded a mesmerizing aura, and she felt an inexplicable connection with that floral jewel. Curious, she reached out to touch its petals, its texture is smooth and velvety, which invites you to touch it and explore its magic. Forget Me Not Tourmaline is a rare and exuberant species of Memory Flora, with a unique and enchanting beauty. Its petals, instead of having the characteristic pink tone of Forget-Me-Nots, are composed of a Pink Tourmaline, giving it a dazzling appearance.

Each petal is a delicate translucent pink, radiating a softness that captivates all eyes. The Pink Tourmaline that composes it adds a depth of color, creating soft nuances that vary from a soft and delicate pink to deeper and more intense tones.

The center of the flower is composed of a small bud, with petals not yet opened, which keeps the mana of memories inside. This button seems to glow subtly, emitting a soft and mysterious light. When it is in full bloom, its beauty is truly incomparable. She is a floral jewel of rare elegance, wrapped in a captivating mystery.

In his mocking way, he interrupted the class when he noticed her attraction to instigate the flower.

"Well, Y/N, it seems like you can't resist the flower's call, right?" he teased with a playful smile on his face."Why don't you touch the flower? You never know what kind of memory it might unlock."

She looked at him, half-embarrassed and rolled her eyes, but remained curious to find out what the flower might reveal. She knew that unlocking a memory with a flora was a unique and exciting experience. She reached out and gently touched the flower's glittering petals. Suddenly, her eyes glowed platinum blue and a flood of memories flooded her mind. In her mind, the smooth texture of Forget-Me-Not was replaced by the touch of delicate feet under the grass.

She was walking through a field of flowers, where the bright petals were made of glittering gems. Each flower was a small work of art, a magical fusion between nature and the richness of the gems.

The sun was shining brightly, illuminating the field with its golden rays, creating a show of vibrant, sparkling colors. She could feel the soft touch of jeweled petals under her bare feet as she walked gracefully.

From afar, she spotted a tall, eloquent young man with sun-kissed skin waiting for her with a charming smile on his face. His copper red hair seemed to mix with the flames of passion that radiated from her heart. She ran towards him, laughing happily. With each step, the flowers glowed even more brightly, reflecting the love and admiration she felt for the man who occupied her heart.

As they played in the field of flowers, she felt the boy's strong and welcoming hands holding hers. Her eyes met in a gaze full of promise and tenderness, as if the whole world disappeared around them, but when her mind finally recognized the face that made her heart race wildly, her smile and her illusion disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Surprised for her friend's reaction, he asked:

"Apparently you remembered something intriguing! What did you see?"

Still dazed and hurt by the memory suddenly unlocked, she looked away, blocking the druid from seeing the tears that threatened to fall from her face.

"It's nothing, really. Just a vague memory."

Understanding that she preferred to keep her secret, he decided not to press her further. He knew that each person had their stories and choices to make about what to share.

"Fine. If you prefer to keep your memory to yourself, be my guest. But if you ever want to share it, let me know!"

And so the class continued with more exploration of Floras Memorias and other jeweled flowers. Y/N was still in shock but conflicted with her feelings. She was sure that she met that man in her dreams, but she didn't know why she had these dreams, so when the druid turned his back, she took the Forget-Me-Not Tourmaline to investigate alone if the dreams are connected to her past life, or if they are nothing more than just a dream, but a wave of stunning psychic energy prevented her from leaving. Hearing his grunt of pain, he came running back in the blink of an eye.

"Y/N, are you okay? What's happening?"

"It's my mom, I mean, Queen Selene! She's in trouble!"

"Then go help her!"

"I can't. Selene ordered you to stay here to train me!"

"And now? What do we do?"

"What do you mean?"

"You are a queen in training. In Selene's absence you are the one who makes the decisions in extraordinary situations! What shall we do?

All beings born with the Silver Sister's mana, or those who received a part of her mana as a gift in ascension rituals, have a telepathic link with each other, but in the case of Lunaris queens, this power goes further, as they can each other's blessing to offer a part of their power and that was exactly what was happening at that moment. With her special spell, Supplication of the Full Moon, Selene emanated waves of silver mana that inhibited the shadows' attacks, while she pleaded for her daughter's blessing.

However, she still doesn't conform as Dalia's reincarnation, because she feared that if one day she took over, everyone would stop treating her like the trainee she once was, to deify her as a pure, flawless and superior being and she doesn't want that for her life. But now that the responsibilities the princess once had called to her, she has no choice but to fulfill them.

"Right," she sighed. "Send Soule and Eugene to El Dourado. You, Avys and Taho stay here to protect the palace in case the enemy reaches us."

"That's the spirit, girl! You can count on us!"

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In the vast Solarian skies, an epic aerial battle is about to begin. To prevent them from escaping with their lives, Melinoe with her shadow magic, changed the shape of her shadows, giving them solid and sharp wings, with malachite on their tips, but Nephrite, accompanied by her followers, ride a majestic Solari Sunhawk, golden wings glistening in sunlight. At her command, the army of Sunhawks emerges from the clouds, their blazing flames dispelling the flying shadows that threaten their journey towards the Golden Temple.

While the Solarian healers channel their energy to incinerate the shadows, the Sunhawk unleashes mighty jets of solar mana, stunning and scattering dark creatures that dare approach. The sounds of flapping wings and the crackle of fire fill the air as Nephrite leads the charge towards the horizon.

With every agile zigzag and daring dive, she dodges the attacks of the remaining shadows, showing unrivaled dexterity in her driving. Her firm and determined look reflects the confidence of someone who is willing to overcome any obstacle to guarantee Diana's cure.

"Hang in there, Scorn of the Moon, we're almost there." said Nephrite, staring at Diana's body with a hopeful gleam.

✶⊶⊷⊶⊷☽⊶⊷⊶⊷✶

Embraced by the tension of the impending battle, Selene prepares to face Melinoe's final blow. Her dark powers intensify dangerously and grow before her pale fingers. However, before the attack can be launched, Eugene, in a quick and precise movement, teleports himself in front of Selene thanks to a portal opened by Soule and Eugene raising his magic sword to nullify the power of the shadows.

Selene, surprised and relieved to see them there, couldn't help but question her reason for being there. However, before they can respond, determination fills their eyes and the battle intensifies.

Soule, wielding his magic bow and arrows and guided by his vision of the future, fires fiery arrows at Melinoe, weakening her dark defenses. Eugene, skilled with his magic sword, charges at the Shadow's Caller, delivering precise and powerful blows.

Selene, steped in the strength of the Moon, unleashes her Lunar powers, channeling them to face Melinoe with all her determination. Together, they form a formidable trio, fighting with synchronicity and courage.

The battle rages on, the combatants' agile, graceful movements intertwined with Melinoe's dark attacks. In an epic clash, the power of light and justice finally prevails over the shadows of darkness.

With a combination of strategy, skill, and courage, the trio defeats Melinoe, weakening her and returning her to the dark realm she came from. Victory is celebrated amidst an aura of triumph and relief.

Taking a deep breath, Selene, Eugene and Soule share a meaningful look, and begin to exchange a few words.

"Gentlemen? How didst thou arrive...?"

"Long history, your highness. But what we can say is that Y/N sent us to save you." answered Soule

"Impossible! I refuse to acknowledge that thou hast sent that imposter, who stole the life of my daughter, to save my own life!"

"But, Your Majesty…"

"Forget it, Eugene. Let's just go back to the palace and rest."

"Come with us, Your Highness!" asked Eugene

"Nay! I shall not go anywhere without my mother!"

Despite having exchanged a few words, they understand that their paths are intertwined in a shared destiny and that their union is fundamental to face the challenges that lie ahead.

Together, Eugene and Soule return to the Silver Millennium and Selene rides a solari sunhawk to find her mother, ready to face the obstacles ahead. Their victory over Melinoe spurs them on to keep fighting for justice, protecting their kingdom and those they love.

✶⊶⊷⊶⊷☽⊶⊷⊶⊷✶

The Golden Temple of Yi, standing majestically in El Dorado, is an impressive architectural marvel that reflects the grandeur and devotion to the Sun of Elysium. Its imposing, meticulously designed structure exudes an aura of divine splendor and mysticism.

With caution and determination, Nefrite and her healers enter the majestic Yi's Golden Temple, carrying Diana in her arms. In respect and reverence to the mighty sun, all bow in solemn worship before proceeding.

The massive entry gates are adorned with gilded inlays and carvings, depicting the legends and heroic deeds of all the kings and queens who have taken the throne of the Solari. As one passes through the gates, a wide and majestic avenue leads to the heart of the temple, lined with stone lion statues, symbols of power and protection.

The outer walls of the temple are covered with white marble panels, skillfully carved with mythological scenes and episodes from the history of El Dourado. Statues of solar gods and goddesses adorn the facades, radiating a divine presence and conveying a sense of serenity and respect.

Upon entering the central courtyard, a large marble square reveals itself, bathed in sunlight that penetrates through an intricate ceiling of colored stained glass, creating a spectacle of colors that dance across the floor and walls. In the center of the square, a fountain of crystalline water flows, representing the purity and vitality brought by the sun.

At the heart of the temple stands the main sanctuary, an imposing multi-story building adorned with gold and precious stones. The facade is carved with divine figures intertwined in intricate patterns, while large ebony doors, studded with imperial topazes, guard the sacred interior.

In the center of the shrine, an immense golden altar stands, adorned with jewels and solar symbols. There the sacred fire burns constantly, representing the eternal flame of life and solar power. The aura of mystical energy envelops the environment, creating an atmosphere of devotion and spiritual connection. Before the imposing statue of Leona, the last Solari queen, Nefrite gently deposits the injured marshal, carefully positioning her. The sacred environment seems to pulsate with solar energy, as if the sun itself were present.

The side aisles of the temple house smaller chambers dedicated to different solar deities and revered saints. Each of these chambers is richly decorated with paintings, tapestries and sculptures, telling stories and legends related to their respective divine beings.

By pooling their powers and knowledge, healers channel powerful solar magic, gathering the mana of each of them. The imperial topaz on Leona's Zenith Sword reflects and amplifies the sun's glare, opening the roof of the temple, allowing the rays of the setting sun to illuminate the healers' scepters, reflecting their light onto Diana's inert body.

An aura of solar energy fills the room, enveloping the marshal as the sun's healing light penetrates her being. Gradually, solar magic begins to work, revitalizing every damaged cell and tissue.

As the miraculous ritual unfolds, Selene, disembarking from her solari sunhawk, approaches the spot with anxious and emotional steps. Her eyes shine with tears of relief and gratitude as she witnesses her mother's healing before her eyes.

"Mama!"

"Daughter!"

With a smile of happiness and relief, Selene throws herself into Diana's arms, hugging her tightly. Tears stream down her face, mixing with the overflowing joy.

In the Golden Temple, the power of the sun and the healing magic of solar healers came together in a moment of redemption. Diana, now healed, returns to life, bringing hope and renewal to Selene and all those who love her.

The sacred environment echoes with an aura of triumph and gratitude as mother and daughter embrace, strengthening their bond and reaffirming their purpose to protect and guide the realm of Solaria.

In this moment of union and rebirth, the temple bears witness to the unshakable power of the sun and the strength of motherly love, signaling a new chapter in Selene and Diana's journey, as they return together to the Silver Millennium, ready to face the challenges ahead with courage and determination.

A/N: If the moon can have its lore, why can't the sun, too?

[lgcmanager]

MODELING GIG 002 ( MODEL BRANDS UPDATE )

all of the MODEL BRAND OWNERS ( HAN JISOO, KIM JINYOUNG, KIM JINSEO, LIM SANGHYUN, and OKADA TAIYOU ) were called to a meeting by the staff members in their creative teams. during the meeting, the staff members inform the brand owners information regarding the final details of their upcoming campaign, which are listed below:

AURORA ( BRAND OWNER: HAN JISOO )

MODELS: ahn yein, han jisoo, shin jieun, yamashita ichika

KEYWORDS: mysterious, mystical, aloof, alluring, whimsical

PRODUCT(S) FROM THIS COLLECTION: a necklace with moon and optional star pendant, and an anklet with similar charms. necklace and anklets come with different components -  either a drop format, or a singular long chain for layering. it can be showcased differently depending on preference, for buyer / variation with models.

BABYLON ( BRAND OWNER: KIM JINYOUNG )

MODELS: han noeul, kim jinyoung, zheng amelia

KEYWORDS: comfortable, refreshing, colourful, adventurous, energetic

PRODUCT(S) FROM THIS COLLECTION: 1 bikini with the top doubling as crop top, 1 swimming trunks that can be used as shorts, 1 pair of shorts for females as well, 1 unisex summer shirts (one with one without sleeves), a one piece swim suit, the smiley bucket hat, 1 crop tops, 1 rashguard that can also be worn as normal shirts 

ELYSIUM ( BRAND OWNER: KIM JINSEO )

MODELS: jo sunhwa, kim jinseo, seong byungho, yang aeri

KEYWORDS: mysterious, mythical, elegant, powerful, creative

PRODUCT(S) FROM THIS COLLECTION: 4 unisex fragrances named after the four gods of ancient asian mythology: cheongryong (qinglong in china, seiryū in japan, thanh long in vietnam), jujak (zhūquè in china, suzaku in japan, chu tước in vietnam), baekho (baihu in china, byakko in japan, bạch hổ in vietnam), hyeonmu (xuánwǔ in china, genbu in japan, huyền vũ in vietnam)

SOLA ( BRAND OWNER: OKADA TAIYOU )

MODELS: bae nathan, kim yujin, lee minji, okada taiyou 

KEYWORDS: unique, stylish, cool, elevate, flourish

PRODUCT(S) FROM THIS COLLECTION: LUN.r : dark gray transparent frames with garnet lenses ( x ). SOL.r : gold framed with round lenses. unique ‘retro-futuristic’ details. comes in two lens colors: dawn (brown) and wave (blue) ( x x )

TIMEBOX ( BRAND OWNER: LIM SANGHYUN )

MODELS: ahn jaesun, lim sanghyun, son eunho

FIVE KEYWORDS: nature, reliable, visionary, confidence, exploration

PRODUCT(S) FROM THIS COLLECTION: three items; one evergreen solar powered watch (forest), one light brown survival/paracord watch (terrain), and one pastel yellow carabiner pocket watch (sun)

due to everyone’s busy schedules, filming for the mood videos and photoshoot will be done sometime around late MAY and JUNE. the campaign will be set to launch around JULY-AUGUST and will last until the end of 2023. the staff members will also add that the promotions for this campaign will be included in this year’s LGC FAMILY CONCERT! more of that will be revealed in Q3 along with MODEL MISSION 015.

since all of the pertinent information regarding this campaign has been submitted ( products, moodboard for the video, etc. ) there will be no writing requirements for this and instead all of the muses involved in the campaigns will be rewarded points! for completing the model brands form and being a part of the campaign, all of the MODEL BRAND OWNERS will receive +10 MODELING and +10 NOTORIETY while everyone else chosen for this upcoming collection will receive +5 MODELING and +5 NOTORIETY! to make it easier for everyone, here’s the list of rewards:

AHN JAESUN ( TIMEBOX ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY

AHN YEIN ( AURORA ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY

BAE NATHAN ( SOLA ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY

HAN JISOO ( AURORA ):  +10 MODELING, +10 NOTORIETY

HAN NOEUL ( BABYLON ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY

JO SUNHWA ( ELYSIUM ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY

KIM JINSEO ( ELYSIUM ): +10 MODELING, +10 NOTORIETY

KIM JINYOUNG ( BABYLON ): +10 MODELING, +10 NOTORIETY

KIM YUJIN ( SOLA ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY

LEE MINJI ( SOLA ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY

LIM SANGHYUN ( TIMEBOX ): +10 MODELING, +10 NOTORIETY

OKADA TAIYOU ( SOLA ): +10 MODELING, +10 NOTORIETY

SEONG BYUNGHO ( ELYSIUM ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY

SHIN JIEUN ( AURORA ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY

SON EUNHO ( TIMEBOX ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY

YAMASHITA ICHIKA ( AURORA ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY

YANG AERI ( ELYSIUM ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY

ZHENG AMELIA ( BABYLON ): +5 MODELING, +5 NOTORIETY

you can link this post to your points sheet for reference!

[jedusaur]

good things this week:

for the first time in my entire 32 years of life, an NHL team in the city where I live is going to the playoffs. having a really hard time articulating my emotions about this, but... I keep thinking about presenting the Chris Hansen petition for the SoDo arena plan to the joint city/county council a decade ago, wearing a Seattle Metropolitans shirsey I made with sharpies because I was too broke to buy the replica sweater, and that room was PACKED with Sonics gear, it was just me and John and Paul and maybe a couple other hockey fans and everybody else was there for basketball. and now Seattle is a fucking amazing hockey town, this season has gone really well, the playoffs are going to be insane, and I have been here and I have been waiting and I am just. having feelings.

wrote another fic and it's been unexpectedly well-received, I posted it four days ago and it has uhhh the seventh-most kudos of all T-rated Roy/Jamie fics on AO3? and everything above it was posted at least a year ago and has way more hits. so that's a pretty good feeling

had a really nice long chill phone call with rocket bae while they were puttering around doing stuff <3 phone calls have been hard lately for a lot of reasons and it was great to have one that was just pleasant for once

a friend commissioned me to make a tomato-sauce-scented candle and I've been having fun testing out the fragrance oils for it, the oregano one smells so so good

Steph referred to a four-minute double minor for high-sticking as a "blood penalty" and it made me laugh

first team task on S15 of Taskmaster and the team groupings are exactly what I wanted them to be, really loving this series so far

made a pasta thing with asparagus and mushrooms and soy chicken that was v tasty, and I've been making some bomb salads with homemade dressings too

got to see Phil Dunster's butt

[karadin]

These companies are supporting bombings of civilians in GAZA

Acqua Panna

Aero

Aesop

Agoda

Ahava

Airbnb

American Eagle

Appletiser

Aquafina

Aquarius

Aviva

AXA

BAE Systems

Barclays

Bath & Body Works

BIOTHERM

Bobbi Brown

Boeing

Booking.comBulgari / Bvlgari

Burger King

Buxton

Carnation

Carrefour

Caterpillar

Celine

Chanel

Cheapflights

Cheerios

Cheetos

Clinique

Coca-Cola

Coffee Mate

Conservative party

Costa Coffee

Curver

Dasani Water

Diesel Frangrances

Diet Coke

DKNY

Dior / Christian Dior

Disney

Doritos

Dr Pepper

Eden Springs

Elbit Systems

Estee Lauder

Fanta

Felix

Fendi

Fenty Beauty by Rihanna

Fiverr

G4S

Game Fuel

Garnier

Gatorade

Giorgio Armani Beauty

Givenchy

Glaceau Smartwater

HP

HSBC

Hublot

Hyundai

Innocent Smoothies

IT Cosmetics

Jo Malone

Kayak

Kenzo

Keter

Kiehl's

KitKat

La Mer

Labour party

Lancome

Legal & General

Lion

Lipton

Lloyds Bank

Lockheed MartinLVMH

Loewe

Loreal / L'oreal

Louis Vuitton

MAC Cosmetics

Maggi

Maison Francis Kurkdjian

Maison Margiela Fragrances

Marc Jacobs

Marks and Spencer / M&S

Maybelline

MBDA

McDonalds

Milkybar

Moovit

MoroccanOil

Motorola

Mountain Dew

Movenpick

Mugler BeautyNYX Professional Makeup

Naked Juice

Nescafe

Nespresso

Nesquik

Nestle

Oasis

Opentable

Outbrain

Pepsi

Perrier

Power Action

Powerade

Prada Beauty

Priceline

Puma

Pure Life

Purina

Quaker Oats

Quality StreetRBS

Ralph Lauren Frangrances

Raytheon

Rentalcars.com

Rockstar Energy

S.Pellegrino

Sabra

Schweppes

Shredded Wheat

Shreddies

Smarties

SodaStream

Sprite

Standard Life

Starbucks

STELLA by Stella McCartney

Taboola

TAG Heuer

Ted Baker

Tesco

Teva Pharmaceuticals

eToro

Tiffany & Co.

Tom Ford Beauty

Tropicana

Urban Decay

Valentino Beauty

Viber

Victorias Secret

Viktor & Rolf Beauty

Vittel

Volvo

Waze

Wix

Yves Saint Laurent Beauty / YSL Beauty

Please note this list is not complete

[w1hzz]

meet the writer

well hie! this is my 2nd ‘mtw’ post, it’s a new start so back to square one <3

introduction:

so— hey there! i’m rin and here’s some things you & i can talk about uwu

— 16

— they/she

— istp/entp

— space aceee

about me:

i’ve been quite into literature & story-telling since i was a kid, however it’s been 2 years since i avidly began writing!

lavender essential oil is bae, it’s the cure to everything :3

i love plants, but they don’t rly live a long life around me… garlic butter is my go to “secret ingredient”

i love dinosaurs!!!

• likes:

— rainy/stormy weather

— kittens

— horror/mystery/crime

— anything ocean related

— howl’s moving castle <3

— sour gummies

— taking pictures

— handwritten letters with a wax seal, with perfume sprayed on & pressed flowers

• dislikes:

— math

— places with a lot of people

— lizards.

— sweet stuff

— being ignored

— typing

— heavy metal (i’m sorry but it sort of icks me)

— did i say math? yea, math.

• favourites:

— band? arctic monkeys

— book? i fell in love with hope

— song? still into you~panamore

— series? voltronnnnn

— fragrance? magnolia and jasmine mixed with the hint of the ocean :P

— flowers? black dahlias ahhhhh they’re beautiful

okii hehe, that’s about it for now! thank you for reading <3

headpats*

~rin

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alkemia fragrances only come on 5ml bottles btw :(

all the others are 10pm

argshsjs :( it’s okay i think it’s worth it, it sounds like it smells sooo good. ty bae 🫶🏾🫶🏾