#hehehehehe I think about him all day everyday

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You have no idea how much my heart aches when i see this man

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would you ever consider writing for jacob elordi? b/c now i'm craving him with a lawyer gf too😭😭 like he would sooo be with someone smart. those airport pics? buying books for her. the world? shocked he's not with a model.

Out of my league || Jacob Elordi x reader

A/n: love love love!!! And yes i plan on making more jacob fics :) i felt like i needed to post smth so here 😭

Warnings: none

Wc:

For the longest time, Jacob has always stayed private about his relationships. Whenever he would be asked in interviews, he would acknowledge he was in a relationship but never went into detail into who it was.

Fans have since then speculated that he was dating a model, or even another actress. Especially after an interview he had where he was asked if he was seeing anyone and he responded with “Yeah, I am. But I think she’s out my league to be honest,” with that boyish grin.

The two of you met while you were at a cafe in Boston, studying for an upcoming test when he left his wallet at the counter. You obviously knew who he was, I mean, who didn’t?

Jacob found you crazy attractive. Not just because of your looks but because you were smart. It wasn’t everyday he would bump into a Harvard student studying law.

After about two years of dating, the two of you decided that it wouldn’t matter if fans found out the two of you were dating. No one’s opinion would change anything.

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Jacob spotted at Sydney airport buying books 👀 wonder where he’s off to?

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user1: 😍😍

user2: he’d be my airport crush omds

user3: he’s so hot I cant.

user4: the fit.

user5: damn his gf is so lucky

y/n_y/l/n: he’s actually coming to see me 🙃

↘️ user6: who even are u 😭

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And so when he came to Boston to visit you—the day before valentines—he decided to finally post you on his instagram. Undoubtedly, Jacob’s fans went into a frenzy. Going crazy at the fact that they were wrong and that he was not dating model, or an actress like they suspected, but a Harvard law student.

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What the monkey on the wall says 🐒❤️

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y/n_y/l/n: mwah!

↘️ jacobelordi: 😚😚

user1: OMG OMG OMG

user2: everyone wake up, Jacob posted about his gf

user3: so she isn’t a model…… WE WERE SO WRONG LMAO

user4: did anyone notice her comment on jacobelordiupdates_ post yesterday 😭😭

user5: oh to be her 😩

user6: she’s a Harvard law student? omfg I’m curious as to how they even met

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: ☕️🔑

↘️ user7: IS THIS A HINT LOL

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nope not a model, just your average Harvard law student!!

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jacobelordi: so much better than a model babe 🥱

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: hehehehehe 🥰

user1: JACOB IN THE THIRD PIC

user2: isn’t that the book he bought at the airport yesterday 😭

↘️ user3: YES!

↘️ user4: that was what I was thinking too 🤔

↘️ user5: that’s so cute aweee

user6: the caption. love her for that lmao

user7: she’s so luckyyy

user8: the fact that everyone for sure thought Jacob was dating a model 😬

↘️ jacobelordi: they thought wrong. law students do it better

↘️ y/n_y/l/n: lol sorry to burst ur bubble x

↘️ user8: OMG OMG U BOTH ANSWERED

user9: finally, a celebrity not dating some other celebrity or model 😂

user10: how can a Harvard student be out of Jacob Elordi’s league?!

[lightlycareless]

First, it hurts— Chapter XXXIX

Naoya Zen’in x Fem!Reader

While arranged marriages are not uncommon in the jujutsu community, it was strange to receive a proposal from none other than the Zen’in’s, nonetheless your clan accepted and before you knew it, you were married off to Naoya.

Your new purpose was clear: to serve and submit, to be seen and not heard. To forget any sense of individuality in favor of obeying your husband.

Will this marriage ever flourish into something else? Will it change…for better or for worse?

Chapter warnings: there’s a lot of disdain from a particular someone, another person trying his best to do something, a bit of ooc I guess… and mentions of SA, abuse. AAAAND I think that’s about it. It get’s somewhat heavy in the end.

A/N: None heheheheh.

Now, without any further ado, happy reading! 🥰

Masterlist ➸ Chapter 40

Ao3 link.

It all started with a cough.

It happened whilst working with Haruko, trying to perfect your cooking skills. Soon after you sprayed some spices onto the dish you were preparing you started to wheeze.

The two laughed, especially when your face just kept getting red, subsequently doing a particularly funny scowl that had her howling at that point.

But outside of that, nothing—there was no suspicion of something else, so you left it at that.

The second time around, however, is when everyone around grew slightly concerned, when you began to feel a bit under the weather, evident by the way you struggled to complete your everyday activities, having to retire early for the day, and wanting nothing else to do but lay in bed and sleep.

By the third instance, the symptoms became all too obvious to ignore, uncloaking a shocking revelation:

You were sick.

Even with all the great care that you and your staff took, you still got sick.

You truly believed you’ve been careful enough to avoid that—however, after spending 7 days tending to a sick person, permitting him to get that close… it was only natural that you’d suffer some repercussions.

As if he hasn’t influenced your life enough, this also had to happen.

The only fortunate thing to come out of this, would have to be the lower degree of your sickness; you weren’t as… “delirious” as he’d been, certainly still in control of your behavior, which makes you wonder if Naoya’s softness was nothing but an act…

Well, whatever it was, there’s no denying you’re in a tight spot yet again, forced to quarantine inside you room and delay your responsibilities—something of a double-edged sword kind of thing, but only for Junko, because she didn’t take long to voice her opinion on your supposed carelessness.

“I thought I told you to be careful!” she’d scold “Now you’ve gone ahead and gotten sick, who else is going to be in the same predicament?!”

You hadn’t even considered it until she brought it up, immediately making you worried about their health. What if you accidentally made them sick as well? They couldn’t afford to not work!

Thankfully, the time it took the virus to settle in you, was the same for your ladies, so if they were to get sick they would’ve done so by now.

You don’t think you’d be able to live with yourself if that happened.

And even then, that was not to be your biggest worry yet.

What preoccupied you the most was the fact that Hitomi and Mariya had not been able to get along since the latter’s secret was revealed.

Haruko, even when taken aback by this revelation, was still able to show her support for the two and even try to mend things between the two, for in her own words, Mariya has done enough for the rest, she deserves something for herself.

Coincidentally it was the same thing Mariya’s parents told her when she revealed her new relationship to them. She’s never been one to get things for herself, always wanting to comply with what others wanted, or the greater good, a bit of a people pleaser if you must.

That only changed when Tatsuro introduced himself into her life—it took a while for her to accept him, as well as the risks this relationship entailed per their contract, but she eventually made up her mind and the rest is history.

Now… It was time to deal with Hitomi’s disapproval, which felt a bit more nerve wracking to Mariya than the time she had to tell her parents about Tatsuro!

You still didn’t understand why Hitomi had reacted so strongly to her predicament, but after much observation, you were able to place the pieces together:

Turns out that Mariya’s situation hit a bit too close to home for her. Apparently, Haruko, Hitomi and her mother grew to be very close after their father had abandoned them, with the seamstress being the most overprotective of the three, doing everything in her power to avoid a similar situation from happening.

She grew to believe that it would always be the 3 of them… until her mother decided to settle down with another man.

It was only natural that she’d move on when she felt the time was right, Haruko even encouraging for her sake. But when it came to Hitomi, well, she couldn’t help but perceive it as a betrayal of sorts, like her efforts had been all for naught, sentiments discarded to the side…

Hitomi couldn’t wrap her head around the fact that her mother had willingly put herself in a position that might compromise her yet again—Of course, those are things that no one knows with certainty when they’ll happen, if they ever do… but Hitomi was not one to wait and find out.

The similarities between Mariya and her mother, although subtle, were still there, but Haruko presumes there’s an ulterior reason behind her behavior…

“I don’t think she ever accepted him” Haruko disclosed the day it was her turn to tend to you. “She tolerated him the most when our baby sister was born, but even then… she always keeps her distance from him—maybe this is her way to show her discomfort… It’s a shame Mariya had to be caught in the middle of it”

In that sense, it was nothing but understandable… not justified, but it gave you a deeper insight of what was going inside Hitomi’s mind. However, when you supposed things would’ve cooled down by now, tension between the two seemed to be as lively as ever, and Mariya was not enjoying it at all .

“As soon as I’m near her she turns around and leaves” She’d confide in you in the middle of the night, the usual time for your reunions with her. “Whether she’s alone or with someone else, it doesn’t matter, she doesn’t want to speak to me. It’s like she barely even knows me…”

You press your lips—seeing your staff ruptured like this hurt you, more so because you believe you are responsible for such a thing. Had you been careful with your words, what you said and when you said it, Mariya would’ve never found herself in this situation.

Unfortunately, your guilt only grows when your condition binds you to your room. You literally feel both entrapped and useless in this small prison while Mariya and Haruko were out there, trying to mend this situation to the best of their capabilities. Maybe, if just maybe, you were able to talk to Hitomi more than just a few instances a day, get her to be a bit more empathetic to Mariya’s situation…

Oh, but who are you trying to fool? Haruko has more likely than not already tried that… failing miserably due to the results afterwards, given how they still struggle to keep communication between the two… besides, it’s not like you’re some kind of sait that could easily change someone’s outview in something. If you were, Naoya would be a completely different man.

…

Guess all you could do is wait and see what happens next.

“But don’t worry about that, Y/N. You should rest.” she says while giving you a tight smile. “A good night’s sleep can never do harm”

“…I guess so” you respond, sighing. Those things have historically always been easier said than done, but if there’s nothing else to converse about that, you suppose you could indulge in your curiosity for the outside world.

From a few days forward you’ve been hearing lots of commotion around the estate, so naturally, you had to ask.

“What’s going on out there? Seems like the estate is being turned inside out or something…”

“Oh! Right, the masters are getting ready to leave the estate. They always do around this time, the end of October”

“End of october…” you repeat, surprised it’s already October. Has it been that long…? “Where most sorcerers, if not all, are deployed.”

Except Naoya, who you assumed to be staying behind because of his suspension. Great. 

“So I heard” Mariya responds “Do you know the deal behind it?”

“It’s just because of Halloween” you explain “People tend to be… some, not all, very irresponsible with the dead around this time. Doesn’t help that it’s also one of the days with the most spiritual energy, so sorcerers have to keep an eye out for anything.”

“Now that you mention it, people do tend to mock the afterlife quite a bit… seems tiring to act as babysitter to them—Did you ever get a chance to work this time?”

No. This was supposed to be your first year doing so, actually. Another experience down the drain thanks to your new life.

“No, but my siblings and parents did. And yeah, it’s exhausting. Sometimes I wouldn’t even get to see them for days! It tends to be very demanding…”

“Makes sense why the whole estate is emptied then, but it’s a nice change of pace for us the staff. Less work” The two chuckle.

“What about the rest?” you change topics. “How’s Mai and Maki? I haven’t seen them in a while…”

“They’re fine, doing what they always do, school, chores, make Junko-san crazy… that kind of stuff” Mariya shrugs, you giggle. “However… after hearing you were sick, the’ve insisted in seeing you”

“Really?” you ask, delighted that even though you haven’t seen them as much, they still have you in their thoughts.

“Yeah, although their mother won’t allow it, but she did allow them to give you this ” Mariya says, taking out an envelope from her obi and handing it to you. You then open it by carefully ripping the edges, taking out the letter and relishing in the lovely contents they made just for you.

A crayola painted sunflower garden can be seen across the white paper, in the middle, there's a smiling figure presumed to be you, given the name written on top of it, accompanied by two little girls (them of course) equally happy, standing on each side. Lastly, in the upper area, large scribbled letters read the following message:

Get well soon.

Your heart swoons at the gesture, already knowing this is something that will remain dear to you in years to come.

Even when in the estate, through all the things you’ve suffered… you still managed to find people that genuinely care for you—and once again, you can’t do much to repay their kindness outside of thanking them.

Had you only met them through different circumstances, you would’ve been able to enjoy their presence much more than you already did, making sure to return all of their affections the appropriate way.

But what attached you to this reality wouldn’t allow it just yet, a sour reminder that even with their efforts, your husband will still make you miserable. 

And not only that, he’ll take whatever happiness you have and taint it, make a mockery of it, before completely destroying it.

You never asked for much in the past, but now, all you could ever hope for is his disappearance, the moment he’ll finally leave you alone for once in your life!

But you know that won’t happen, at least not soon, because of all things, persistent is what he’s mostly known for.

You probably already knew this, or presumed it at least, but Naoya remembers most, if not all, of that week he spent along with you while sick.

He remembers how you were there, every single day, just for his aid—There was no way he could forget, after all, your aura, your presence, and it’s hypnotizing effect was too hard to ignore; from the very moment he met you and up to now, it’s remained imprinted in his heart.

How you came rushing to him when his fever got worse, how you stayed throughout the whole night, how you fed him, clothed him, how you patiently explained what you were doing whilst working, and how warm you felt in his arms…

He remembers everything.

Yes, even the promise he made regarding your family.

…And how much he regretted telling you he didn’t.

He doesn’t know why he did it, why he suggested something he should’ve never done in the first place.

But he couldn’t stop himself, he couldn’t stop his heart from aching upon seeing the melancholic look on your face as you spoke about them. It pained him to see you like that, so… hopeless, lonely , that it evoked something in him and thus, spoke carelessly.

Yet, it was not meant to be—there was too much at stake to have made such a promise so foolishly; so many things to keep hidden from you. 

Even if it greatly hurt him to see the hope diminishing from your eyes, and subsequently out of his sight the following days, he had to do it. It was safer that way.

But for who?

For you—or for him?

This, amongst other existential questions, have been plaguing him since the moment you openly denounced him. And unfortunately for him, he doesn’t have Ranta to ease these burdens from his mind, leaving him to reflect on his actions and come to conclusions by himself.

It wasn’t nice, to have to take a good look at himself and realize just how different this marriage turned out to be compared to what he initially envisioned.

He didn’t want to think about it at first, doing everything in his power to avoid dwelling on the thought for more than a second—but after that terrible nightmare, where the sight of you intertwined in his brother’s arms continued to haunt him even in his wake, he decided to dive into the extremes and leave the estate entirely, force himself to focus on something else, in one thing he considered himself to be the best in… at least, until he was proven otherwise.

Even when a sorcerer is suspended, either temporarily or definitely, there’s always a way to work around that—either through a small task, a quick elimination, or money under the table—HQ was open to those kind of opportunities, more so for someone as prestigious as the heir of the Zen’in clan, which Naoya decided to abuse.

Per his request, Naoya was given the task of collecting a cursed object in a rather dangerous, highly active, rural area, something usually reserved for grade ones; if done successfully, his ban would be lifted and all records of his incident permanently deleted. 

Because Naoya thought himself more than capable, he took the mission without hesitation, careless to check if he was mentally prepared, and HQ couldn’t be any more detached.

As it would come to be, this would not only lead him to sabotage the mission, but expose himself to just a few moments away from death thanks to a simple miscalculation, barely rescued in time thanks to the sorcerer who was sent to oversee his progress noticing he had failed to set up a checkpoint when required.

Because Naoya had also managed to buy the proctor’s silence this small incident was kept under wraps from the rest of the community; however, the severity of his injuries meant that his family had to be informed nonetheless, unfolding everything else.

At that point, Naoya’s life could not have been more filled with mistakes, after mistakes, after mistakes, urging him to pursue a sense of satisfaction, instead of taking a breather to compose himself, only to fail once more.

Your husband believed to have hit rock bottom, spiraled into a hopeless pit where no one was to hear his cries for help… that is until you unexpectedly answered his call. Neither Naoya nor his staff expected it to be answered really, but it was, and it was sufficient to keep him alive .

Makes sense why he was over the moon when you came along, the only positive thing he’s gotten in his life for a while now.

But now that that is over, Naoya is back to the point where he has nothing— no one . Not even a semblance of hope to motivate him further, a paused career and a broken marriage.

Nothing.

He knows it’s stupid, perhaps even useless to think about it, but he wants something, a sign, an omen, a word, anything just to know there’s still something left for him to do, something… to not give up completely on everything—on you .

Because of all things he’s lost, you are the one that hurts the most. Not even his career, because that was something that was given to him by his blood, it was just a coincidence he ended up liking it. 

You were the one person he has ever sought after through his own volition, the only one he’s ever cared about.

Even through these obstacles, Naoya does his best to move on with his day just like he’d done prior, roaming around the halls for a bit of air before heading back to… well, whatever it is that he could do at this point. Train? He doesn’t feel like it.

Certainly not socializing—his close ones are way for the moment, and he’s not blind to the way the staff go silent whenever he’s around, always been like that since he can remember, but nowadays he can’t help but feel like there’s a malicious intent behind it, as if they were trying to hide something from him.

Well, he wasn’t too far off with that assumption, because after a few more cautious attempts to ease this hunch, he would discover the truth.

“What? She’s— what?! ” he’d say, slightly, very infuriated from the fact that he was the last person to know about your condition, again! You’re his wife, for god’s sake, shouldn’t he be the first informed? “Since when is she sick?!”

“Since Monday” one of the staff members would dare say, hoping to calm the storm his master bore—but if anything, this just made Naoya more irritated. What did he expect? That just because he responded to one question he’d be satisfied? Of course not! He needs to know everything about his wife!

The man nervously obliges. 

“She… uh, well, according to her staff, I mean, began to feel a bit ill the days prior, but it wasn’t Monday that she couldn’t even get out of bed.”

“She wouldn’t even be able to do certain tasks” other adds “Too… tired for that”

“And why was I the last one to know?” Naoya groans. The staff remains silent, certainly intimidated by his outburst, until a valiant one decides to step in.

“We… didn’t think it was appropriate to…” one quietly explains. “Since… you… you… you know—”

“What was that?” Naoya harasses. Oh, he’s going to remind them of how everything works around here. “Care to run through that again?”

“Because it’s no secret that whenever the two of you are together, hell breaks loose” another voice adds from behind, making the servants immediately bow, and shift Naoya’s attention— it was none other than his dreadful uncle, Ogi. Exactly what Naoya wanted to do first thing in the morning: deal with both the imprudence of his staff and family at the same time.

But he doesn’t respond, not when he’s clearly more preoccupied by your health and the staff’s seeming transgressions than whatever jab his uncle could make up on the spot. 

Ogi takes note of his silence, which irks him a bit for he somewhat enjoyed indulging in this push-and-pull game with his nephew, it was so easy to provoke him after all. Well, it’s not what he’s there for anyways.

“Leave us” Ogi says, and the staff does as ordered soon after.

Naoya isn't keen on their dismissal, feeling there was more he still could’ve gotten out of them… so whatever his uncle wanted, it must be good. “Are you done moping in your bedroom? I’ve been searching everywhere for you."

"I'm here, aren't I?" Your husband frowns.

"You're just as rude as your wife… truly, a match made in heaven" Ogi scoffs under his breath, but Naoya still hears him. Oh, how he wishes he could hit him right now, how dare he mention you?! "Either way, I'm only here to tell you the news"

“What… news…?” Naoya’s previous thoughts are completely discarded once those words were uttered, simply because he had made Ogi in charge of his most… urgent, if not confidential, matters. 

Like the grounds his marriage was made in. Meaning that if he had a reason to approach him, it was important , and after all that happened days prior, he could only think of the worst.

Did your sister finally find out the kind of agreement he’d made with your father? If so, how long ago did it happen? And how? He thought— he made sure to keep everything under wraps! Does he even have enough time to—

“That your ban is temporarily lifted so you can help you during the 31th of October”

Thankfully for him, that was not the case, which made some of the burdens on Naoya’s shoulders lift.

Nonetheless, he proceeds to be in shock.

“What?” Naoya breathes, still unable to believe his ears. “ Pardon? ”

"Extra hands are needed" Ogi explains, voice a bit tense for being irritated at Naoya's privilege. Had he been in his shoes, he knew he would never get the same opportunities. But oh well, he's got his revenge with you. “And, if your performance is good enough, they’re also willing to move past your small incident, lift your ban all together, and let you apply for a promotion sooner"

If Naoya needed evidence that the gods were listening to his prayers, this was it. The so-called sign he wanted to not give up and keep fighting, had arrived as expeditiously as ever.

Good news that would’ve made the old Naoya ecstatic, eagerly dropping everything on the spot to get back on the road and do what he did best, ensuring his career as a proficient sorcerer and getting that sought after promotion!

And yet, his mind was all but there, instead, he's at the estate, with you specifically, inside that small room as he presumes you to be having a horrible time, just like he did.

It didn't feel right to leave the house when you were sick, feeling both guilty for unwittingly passing on his sickness to you, and responsible, because as your husband, he should and wants to provide for you. 

Besides, if the least he could do after the week you spent with him, return the favor.

"When’s the latest I can leave?"

" Latest? " Ogi raises an eyebrow, mildly surprised by Naoya's question. "What for?"

"There are some things I want to deal with before I leave." Naoya responds, he would’ve liked his uncle to remain quiet and avoid giving unnecessary explanations, but he if has to…

And of course a man of Ogi's years, quickly recognizes this is to be a simple, yet bad excuse, as it becomes crystal clear to him that he wants to stay back with you.

The vivid contrast of how he initially handled you. Back then, he didn't want anything to do with you, relegating others for your care, and getting unreasonably angry when it didn't go as planned.

But now… he wants to be there, in the front line, as if you were even worthy of that consideration 

Ogi can't help but wonder what this means for their plans…

Well, if Naoya wanted to further ruin his life to be with a woman that wasn’t even that good per their standards, fine. He’ll let him be, it’s his funeral.

“A day before the meeting.” Ogi declares. “That’s all you have”

Naoya frowns. 

This means… he’ll only have around 3 days to be with you—no, less than that considering he still needs to prepare everything for his departure. It’s half the time it took him to get back on his feet… will it be enough for you? 

No. He doesn’t think so, but he'll take what he can get, any chances destiny has given him to earn his place next to your side, make it up to you, if only to see you happy once more.

“Thanks”

Ogi blinks, taken aback by his nephew’s sudden gratitude, but in the bigger picture he doesn’t really care, so he leaves without saying anything else.

With this newfound revelation Naoya knew exactly where he had to be, however, he was still ignorant of the gravity of your health since the staff hadn’t been disclosed of your status thanks to Mariya’s overzealous protection—did you have a fever like he did? If so, you need to rest, he hopes his aunt doesn’t push you to work through it. 

What about pain? That’s even worse, he can vouch for that, and there’s no doubt in him that you’re bored beyond belief in that room…

But what can he do to help you…?

Suddenly, his favorite memory of the week he spent with you flashes across his mind.

Any other time Naoya would’ve just waltzed over to your chambers… ordered his staff to give you what you needed, and stayed away after that. But upon recognizing you’ve been actively avoiding him, he needed a good reason to approach you—and bringing you some entertainment was the perfect starting point.

He also had to admit, however, that he doesn’t know… much about you, well, kind of. He clearly remembers some things from the first time he met you, but those aren’t within his grasp at the moment, and doesn’t want to waste time going out to get them…

Instead, he opts to play safe by approaching you, hoping to get your preferences and avoid repeating Matsuo's mistake.

With haste, Naoya makes way to your room, rather uneventfully until he bumps into a staff member, who after a few seconds of walking behind him, as well as noticing the tray on his hands, carrying a bowl of neatly cut apple slices and a glass vase with a singular lily, concluded they’re heading to the same destination.

Your husband didn’t think much of it—well, he didn’t want to think much of it, outside of how odd it was for a servant completely to be doting on one of the masters seemingly unprovoked… until the giddy look on his face made it impossible for him to keep quiet.

It’s been proven countless times by now that Naoya isn’t particularly fond of sharing his belongings with anyone. And his wife, especially her, is no exception. So, when he sees this nonchalant man happily heading over to your bedroom, bound to find you in a vulnerable position , it does not sit well with him.

With boiling anger, your husband swiftly stomps over to his direction, standing in front of him and startling the poor man on the spot, almost making him drop the tray in his hands (fortunately that didn't happen) before demanding an explanation.

“Where do you think you’re going with that?” Naoya badgered, as if his presence wasn't enough to intimidate him, he had to double down with his tone.

“Nowhere!” He lies, ignoring the blatantly incriminating evidence on his hands.

“You’re off to see my wife, aren’t you?” Naoya persists. “What, hoping to get lucky?”

“Wh— what ?! No!” The man doesn’t know whether to feel offended or frightened by the insinuation, either way he denies it all. “Of course not!”

“ Give me that! ” Naoya says, swiftly pulling the tray away from his grasp. “I better not see you around my wife—there’s a reason why I designated only women to be part of her staff.”

At that point, the frightened man can't do much outside frantically nodding, giving one last apology for his grave mistake, before eventually turning around and disappearing into the halls.

Once out of his sight, Naoya sighs and looks down at the tray, feeling a bit foolish that he hadn’t thought of this before, however, there is one thing that catches his attention more than the rest, and that’s the flower—why was he giving you a lily, of all the flowers in the world? Were they your favorite? 

He doesn’t recall anything of the sort, and surely hadn’t acknowledged there’s a whole garden of them in the estate, where you'd spend most of your time when relaxing.

But if they were… he figures he can get you more. Seems fitting that a beautiful girl like you would get flowers.

Either way, he’ll figure it out soon, but until then he can worry about your reaction to this offering of sorts. One that could work as an olive branch to mend the way his last conversation had ended with you… and maybe move past that promise he should’ve never done in the first place.

He thinks it’ll work, and after having a sample of your happiness, hopes it does .

But this sentiment briefly diminishes when arriving at your door, hand freezing just a few inches away from the edge after hearing your voice deep in conversations with someone else's.

A male voice, which unwittingly takes him back to his wretched nightmare. 

As much as he tried to convince himself that this couldn’t be, that nothing really happened, even though he had no proof of the contrary… it still manages to rattle him.

His hands tremble at the prospect of opening the door and finding you with someone else, especially after hearing you laugh, clearly enjoying their company—that was enough for him to consider walking away all together…

But he persists, because in his mind it doesn’t make sense that something like that would happen right now. Not… when you’re sick anyways.

Besides, Naoaki is out of the estate, most of his relatives are, which far from offering the comfort he wanted, gave him more things to worry about. If the people he could directly link to you were outside working… Then who were you chatting with?

Perhaps another member of the staff? What the hell were they doing inside your room? He doesn’t like that, men around you that is. He barely tolerated the way Matsuo spoke to you simply because he got things done, and he already dealt with that accordingly.

So who…?

Who was with you?

Well, no one else than one of his brothers, of course, the one that usually stays below the radar, and away from the vicious claws of the Zen’in.

The one many considered a below average sorcerer, the reason why he was scrapped from consideration for Halloween night, staying behind at the estate to eventually hear of your sickness, which he decided to ease by preparing  you something warm to eat, and keep you company while shyly relishing on the appreciation he rarely gets for his talent.

The youngest of his siblings— Naofumi .

Naoya no longer felt frightened when seeing him sitting by the edge of your futon… At least, not in that sense, for he continued to be intrigued, wanting to know just how close this relationship really was, enough for him to treat you so casually…

If only he had given attention to Ranta's words, he would've known this has been the case for a while, but as always, Naoya only focused on Naoaki.

Nonetheless, there's no doubt that he kept underestimating your reach when it came to his family, thinking that you were mostly attached to Naoaki, and nothing more… 

But what perhaps stood out more from this situation was the divide between the two, and how much worse it was than he anticipated.

Had he really been… this detached?

“What are you doing here?” you're the first to speak upon his entrance, having long suspected someone was to come thanks to the sound of approaching footsteps just outside your room—wishing it was Mariya, hating it was Naoya. And you’re not about to hide that sentiment. 

The look on your face could only be described as infuriated, a shocking difference from the cheerful countenance Naofumi saw you with. 

Naturally, he had to turn around and see the root of your commotion… quickly regretting his actions when his gaze fell right on his younger brother. 

All he can do at that point is quickly swirl his head back to you, hoping that Naoya would ignore his actions and pretend he wasn't there.

That, or that the earth would swallow him before Naoya was provoked to do something awful…

Or more like you wouldn't provoke him… just like he feared you would when proceeding.

“Do you mind? I’m with someone right now.”

Everything occurred a bit too fast for Naoya to react at the moment, but when he finally understood what transpired, his heart clenched in a way he could only describe as painful.

It's not the first time he’s experienced your rejection, but it somehow feels… colder now, like it was second nature to you.

Seems that one of the symptoms of this sickness was the boundless demonstration of emotions by weakening the patient to voice nothing but their inner thoughts.

If so… Naoya feels very, very hurt that this was your first reaction to him, compared to his feelings for you.

“I just wanted to—” he pauses, taking a deep breath to push down his emotions from showing in his voice. “I heard you were sick, so I brought you something to lighten your mood.”

And to mend my mistake .

Unfortunately for him, you were not in the mood to receive any sort of motivators —not when you already had the same in abundance, and most importantly, it wasn't even enough to be excused as a so called "apology", one that was intended for something that wasn't even his greatest misdeed anyways.

“No, thank you—I have enough of both.” you quickly respond, and suddenly, as if at the break of dawn, the sight of your overcrowded chamber reveals before his eyes.

Too focused on figuring out whose company you were enjoying and suffering from your subsequent indifference, your husband had failed to note the ocean of flowers surrounding your bed: from all kinds of colorful vases filled with bouquets of lilies, camellias, pansies and violets, you were not exaggerating when saying you had enough.

The vast amount of flowers emanated a sweet scent that quickly drowned his nostrils, dizzying him for a moment, before snapping out of it due to the fumble of his fingers, almost dropping the tray and jumping straight back to you.

You literally had a garden here, which only made your room far smaller than it already was, and his offering miniscule—not that it should’ve mattered, for his tribute wasn’t his in the first place, but still made him feel ridiculed.

A sentiment he has never liked to experience, cornering him to regain control of the situation by taking it out on the person he deemed the weakest of the three.

“What are you doing here?” He says at Naofumi, and he, knowing better than to just ignore him, slowly turns around, lips trembling as he prepares himself to speak up as clearly as he could.

“I just… wanted to give her something” he frets “I made her—soup, because I thought I’d make her feel bet—”

“ You don’t have to answer him! ” you shriek, briskly cutting through his words and unwittingly making him flinch, making you regret the way you stepped in, but it’s a thought that didn’t last long because you knew it was for the greater good. “And you don’t have to be in my room. Leave ”

It’s not a situation Naoya ever expected when coming here, not even remotely. Guess he should be grateful it isn’t like his nightmare where both his brother and you were ganging up on him… although your anger is more than sufficient for the two. 

“I just wanted to see how you were doing.” Naoya responds. "Can't I—"

“I’m doing fine" you interject “No thanks to you, but it’s not like I’ll die—not like this anyways.”

Naoya swallows, unable to avoid the pain your direct jab granted him. Believe him, he’s not happy about that decision either, but there’s only so much an heir can do against their leader , and your unwillingness to work together…

“Have you rested—”

“What is this, an interrogation?” you scoffed. “I’m not interested in talking to you. Leave.”

“I just want to know, Y/N—”

“I’m eating. Leave”

“ Y/N ”

“Just how long are you going to torture me?!” you cry, and the room goes silent immediately after,  tension in the air growing heavier.

Naofumi knew that your relationship with his brother was bad. Knew so thanks to Naohiko's incessant gossip, or whatever Naoaki confided in him.

He just never imagined it was to this extent, or that you would be the one berating him!

Poor Naofumi couldn’t do so—nope, he couldn’t even think about doing something of the like against the heir ; he was 100% sure that as soon as rumor sprouted he spoke ill of Naoya, hell would befall him.

Yet, here you are, chewing Naoya up as if he weren’t the future of the Zen’in! And the way you did it… it was almost natural! Did he misunderstand the dynamic of your relationship?

Not really, but he certainly underestimated what your anger could do, only ever being sweet and caring with him, one of the few to be with him, aside from fellow food-enthusiast, Haruko.

As much as Naoya deserved to be put in his place, Naofumi didn't like seeing nor being caught in the crossfires of it, so when he thought it appropriate, he spoke up.

"I—I should be going." he says, standing up from the floor. "I’m glad the soup was to your liking, Y/N, but now I gotta—"

"Don't tell me you're leaving because of Naoya" you say, and Naofumi, caught in his poorly spinned web of lies, could only stare at you like a deer in headlights—enough of a confirmation to make your anger boil ever further.

"No, I don't want you to leave." you retorted, much to Naofumi’s dismay. "If Naoya has an issue with you, then he can leave"

"I… It’s no bother” He insists. “I have other things to do anywa—"

"Yes!" Naoya interjects. “That’s wonderful , because I wish to speak to my wife alone”

"No!" You challenge. “He will not leave”

Naofumi whimpers.

"It was—it was only a quick visit, really” He nervously adds, wanting to get out of there as quickly as possible “Just to give you Naoaki's flowers and my—"

"Flowers?" Naoya breathed, as everything else that worried him faded into the background, Naofumi regretting he ever opened his mouth. "Naoaki brought you flowers??"

Does this mean that all of the flowers in your room… where his ? 

How— how did he even have the time to do that?! Wasn’t he away for work and what not?

He sent them via the staff, then, and if Naofumi’s presence was worth anything, it also meant that he tasked his relatives to keep an eye on you!

No wonder both the man from earlier and his brother were startled when confronted, because how were they going to admit to his face that the reason they were there was because his wife’s lover sent gifts?!

But most importantly, even when away, he still manages to keep tabs on you…? 

Naoaki’s commitment to you had to be commended, because no matter what he did, he always found himself right in the middle of this marriage. In both the most unsuspecting and obvious ways, he always has to snake his way between the two. As if he were your husband!

And this, far from infuriating Naoya…

Saddened him.

He might've as well lost you already.

"What? He can't wish me a quick recovery now?" Your words made him snap out of his thoughts, remembering why he was there in the first place, and regretting the way he led the conversation.

While your sickness appeared to be a lighter version of what struck him, you were still  afflicted by it, given the exhausted look in your eyes, the fluster in your cheeks, and the most notorious of all, your bedridden status.

And he had the great idea of letting his emotions get the best of him, irk you and possibly get you more agitated, when he should've allowed you to rest.

One step at a time, he tells himself.

"... of course he can" Naoya eventually murmurs, obviously not genuine… but he doesn't want to fight with you anymore. "I was just startled. I didn't expect all of them to be from him."

"Does it make that big of a difference if they are or not?" You ask. And well, for him, it does—because his gesture and your acceptance feels like a stab, after stab, after stab on his poor broken heart.

But there's nothing that can be done about that anymore, guess the positive thing out of this is that he worries for you too, or so he alleges.

"I didn't mean to start of like—"

"Of course not.” you scoff, rolling your eyes. “You never mean anything, because everything’s a game to you, isn't it?"

Naofumi's breath hitches to his throat. Even he, who has greatly remained out of loop with the two, knows your words were nothing but a low blow, one that will for certain push Naoya into snapping.

But Naoya, after receiving such a strike, and endless more days prior, can’t find it in himself but to admit that perhaps it’s best if he leaves the room before he does something he’ll regret.

"I just wanted to bring you this—take care." he murmurs, placing the tray down on the floor, making his way out of the room and to… somewhere. Anywhere, really, just about any place that will allow him to be by himself and his overwhelming emotions.

That’s not true— none of your words were true. He doesn’t think that everything is a game, obviously , and just because he didn’t keep up with one thing doesn’t mean he didn’t consider everything else!

He clearly remembers you talking fondly of your mother, even brought you those discs so you wouldn’t miss her too much—and what did you do? Who knows! Naoya hasn’t been able to find them anywhere, nor get an answer from you. So much for missing your family!

And what about him coming to see you as soon as he heard about your sickness? That has to amount to something! Wasn’t the intention what counted anyways?

And also the—the commodities he's given you—that… that well, he was expected to give you anyways but he could still—

…

…

…

There he goes again, rambling off about things that didn’t matter, blaming everyone but himself for the consequences of his own actions…

Was it really that hard to realize that of all situations, he’s the common denominator?

It seems so, but at least this time, he stops his mind from spiraling even further by remembering he’s supposed to be taking care of you, not… blaming you.

Still, it was hard to proceed from this point without trying to indulge in his fiery anger; he didn’t like being both offended and humiliated with things he considered untrue , and in front of someone else.

Worse when he didn't have his usual backing, Ranta that is.

If only he were here, he… he would know what to tell him, guide him through the tumultuous ocean that is this marriage and do the right things, just like he's always done.

Yet, he isn't. He's away working, like a sorcerer his age would be, and it was perhaps best to leave him focused…

Or not.

He’s never been in the position to seek comfort like this… but he guesses it wouldn’t hurt to try.

So after he gets to his room, the first thing he does is get his phone and dial him—after a few seconds, the young man responds.

“Naoya?” He asks, slightly startled, for it was highly unusual that he'd take initiative when calling, leading him to assume the worst. “What happened? Is everything alright?”

“Yes—Well, no.” Naoya admits, Ranta gasps.

“What is it?!” the other frets, alarms adequately triggered after hearing his words. “Did you get sick again? Are you hurt? Where are you—”

“I’m fine… no need to get that energetic.” He responds, feeling a bit… Well, flattered really, at least someone cared that he went through a rough patch. The only one.

“Then… what’s wrong?”

“...I just… wanted to talk”

Now Ranta knows for sure that something is wrong—his best friend rarely, if ever, approached him for that. Always rejected him when suggesting so.

“I’m all ears”

But he won't deny the support when needed.

Naoya takes a deep breath.

“I just learned that Y/N is sick, and it's more than likely because she spent that week with me"

“Oh, that’s… awful.” Ranta admits. “How long has she been like that?”

“For a few days, I think—I still can’t believe I was the last to know” Naoya frowns “You’d think I’d be the first one, right? I know that would’ve been the case if you were around”

“I would try." Ranta says. 

He was barely able to visit the estate when Naoya fell ill, with the poor kid becoming nothing but distraught once hearing how it occurred. 

That was not to be the star of the moment, however, that would be your willingness to be by his side throughout this moment. 

A shocking statement considering how distant you've been, nonetheless it helped ease his worries regarding his friend. The poor kid has been nothing but distraught upon hearing how it happened, frustrated that he couldn’t be there afterwards.

It gave him reassurance to see you there with him—hope for the future of the relationship.

Which didn’t happen, according to Naoya’s words.

“And you? How are you—”

“...I tried visiting her. Wanted to return the favor, you know? I knew she couldn’t be anything but bored while quarantining in her room… but to my surprise, she was well accompanied by Naofumi”

“Naofumi…?”

“And the flowers Naoaki brought her”

“Naoaki??” Ranta repeats, fearing that with the mention of his older brother he’d spiral into an antagonistic charade…

Only to be proven wrong.

“She wasn’t happy to see me, of course. Not even with the thing I was intending to give her… which I actually confiscated from a servant, can you believe he was going to her room?? I should’ve been far more stricter with who can approach her or not!

…

…

But that doesn’t matter right now, I have to worry about Y/N… and getting her back to health”

Ranta briefly freezes. Is this really the same Naoya he knew?

“Makes sense why I didn’t see her as frequently anymore, thought she was ignoring me… although is not that different from a regular day” he chuckles, and the sentiment that he’s being pranked grows bigger in the back of Ranta’s head. “But it’s worse this time, and all because I did something so, so stupid!”

“What… Did you do?”

“Can you believe I told her she could see her family? Her family , of all things?”

“You didn’t” Ranta breathes, knowing well the gravity of such a promise—Naoya was so… persistent in keeping everything a secret, so why…? “When—”

“I did. And now, she hates me” It’s more likely that you already hated him beforehand, Ranta wishes to say, but keeps quiet.

“... Why?” his friend eventually asks, curiosity getting the best of him. “Why did you do it?”

“Because I wanted to see her happy” He admits quite easily, much to Ranta’s surprise. “On the second time I got fever, Y/N was called yet again to tend to me. I don’t… remember quite well how we got to that point, but she started talking about her family and how much she missed them. 

It hurt me to hear her so… desolate, so miserable —it was something I never wanted to see from her again, and so… I did it” 

Ranta almost peeled his phone away to check if this was truly Naoya’s number, because the man on the other line was not the same one he knew weeks ago. 

The one that was disappointed at the mere mention of your transgressions, painting you in a controversial light as he considered you to be actively working against him, alongside his brother whom Naoya believed had an extramarital relationship with you—dreaming for the day he’d put the two back in place…

But now, that was nothing but an echo of the past, now replaced by someone who showed regret for his actions, worried for your feelings, regardless of others intervention, while actively seeking a way to mend them.

Something most definitely happened these past few days, beginning with the root of his sickness, ending with the week he spent with you. But will Ranta ever know?

“I had to lie to her when confronted about it, told her I didn’t remember making such a promise so we could move past it, I even offered to eat her favorite food to cheer her up, but… it didn’t work”

Silence.

“I don’t know what to do” Naoya continues “No matter what I say or do, she doesn’t want anything to do with me, but I can’t leave her like that, you know? I don’t want to”

And for a moment, it almost sounds like he’s… pleading .

He’s seen Naoya in desperate moments before, but always with a bit of resistance, if not complete rejection for a change.

This time, however, he wants to improve. He wants to make a change .

Ranta now knows he needs to push him into the right direction. This might be the moment his marriage finally changes.

“Then don’t. Keep visiting her… you know what they say of a persistent man…”

“Even if she doesn’t want to see me?”

“Well, she’s still sick, isn’t she?” Naoya agrees with a hum. “You can still be around, check in on her from time to time. I’m sure she’ll come to appreciate the effort at least.”

Not really, because on his first attempt to approach you later that day, after Naoya managed to gather his thoughts a bit better, he would be reminded that your animosity was still pretty much alive—expanding to your staff.

The person accompanying you this time was the famed seamstress, Hitomi, and her piercing cold gaze.

He wasn’t usually intimidated by her, if only irritated by the snobby aura she always seems to carry, but now he can’t shake the feeling that his actions were being heavily scrutinized, to the point where even the slightest movement will land him a scolding—what an unexpected turn of events.

Either way, this doesn’t sway him from having an amicable conversation with this wife as he continues to approach the two.

Unfortunately, that will only end up as a desire, because as soon as he reached both and opened his mouth, you intervened.

“Hitomi, can you accompany me to the restroom?” you’d say, pushing yourself up from the bed, the seamstress following suit. “I’m feeling quite dizzy, I think I might—”

“Let me help you.” Naoya says, attempting to take hold of your arm and take you there himself, but Hitomi beats him to it.

“That won’t be necessary” she interjects, guiding you towards the door. “Besides, it’s getting late and she needs rest”

“It won’t take long, I just want to know if she’s—” 

“Goodbye” Hitomi doesn’t let him talk, of course, brushing past his side and pulling you along, disappearing into the halls.

Naoya is left alone in your room with the idea that you’re going to find a way to delay your return as much as possible, so he opts to try again another time.

Wanting to make the best of his short stay at the estate, Naoya ends up coming later in what would be his second attempt, after presuming you were finally done (it had been 3 hours at that point, so he hoped you were), whilst bringing along some medicine he ordered his staff to find to help with your alleged nausea.

After knocking twice on your door, Naoya anxiously awaits for a response, which doesn’t take long to arrive soon after, hands fidgeting around the medicine box as the door begins to slide open and reveal the one keeping you company this time.

Perhaps his biggest nemesis right after Naoaki: Mariya .

“May I help you?” she indifferently asks, eyes as dull as they can be. Her usual demeanor when it comes to him, so at least he’s not unsettled by it—it’s the same old hindrance of everyday.

“I brought something for my wife, for her nausea” he continued, gesturing to the box. “I thought it might help better than—”

“She’s better now, thank you” Mariya doesn’t even look down at the medicine as she attempts to close the door; Naoya doesn’t allow your staff to outwit him again so he stops her before she can even do much as move it an inch

“Take it, she might need it later” He insists, giving her the box.

“I can’t give her medicine that hasn’t been prescribed by her doctor” she responds “We both know that”

Diplomacy in its excellence. But even if she was right, it doesn't mean Naoya was going to follow through with it.

“It’s just this time, no one will know if we kept it a secret”

Mariya’s face twists out of disgust.

“Do not get confused, Naoya. I’m not like one of your servants. ” she hisses. “Good night”

And then, she slams the door on his face.

Naoya silently stares at the thin paper wall separating you from him for a few seconds before wishing you a good night under his breath and retreating to his room.

His third attempt would come the next morning, after having woken up far earlier, quickly gotten ready and rushed towards the kitchen.

As painful as last night was, it was also enlightening, coming to the realization that if he wants your undivided attention, he had to compete with your staff for it, in other words, he needed to get to you first.

The solution that came to mind for this unusual predicament was preparing you breakfast… Or getting a servant to do so, since he lacked the skill, ordering whoever crossed his path first into making you something both nutritious for a speedy recovery, but tasty to lighten up your mood. 

After obtaining such a meal, the servant places it on a tray and hands it over to Naoya, who insisted on taking it to you personally, before making his way to your room once more.

There, he knocks at your door a few times, eagerly waiting for your response as he ponders what kind of reaction you’ll have to his gesture—hopefully a positive one, since you’ll undoubtedly be hungry as soon as you wake up.

But as seconds pass and no one answers, Naoya grows a bit worried, knocking one last time before deciding it was best to make his way inside, soon finding out the reason for your lack of response.

As expected from the hour, you had failed to answer because you were nothing less than fast asleep, laying on your side as you calmly breathed into the warm covers: A sight that warmed Naoya’s heart, making him smile and realize it was better to just let you rest than wake you up to eat.

Thus, he carefully sets the tray beside you, wishing you a good rest before departing.

After a few hours Naoya concluded it was the right time to follow-up on your breakfast, hoping it had been as fulfilling as he intended, and who knows? Maybe even open the door for sharing dinner with him.

But he only underestimated the precautions of your staff once more, for the first person to see the tray of food was none other than Mariya, who quickly set off to inquire around the staff to find the one responsible, angered to find it had been Naoya all along. 

It wouldn’t take long for him to figure out what happened afterwards: finding the tray on top of the kitchen counter when seeking to prepare your lunch, labeled to be disposed of.

Naoya was running out of time, and fast.

He didn’t like the idea of it, but it was his reality, and he was growing desperate because of it.

He thought that by now he would’ve gotten some improvement, a reaction from your part that didn’t entail disdain, but it hasn’t, and it only made him realize how limited his options were.

Medicine, whether “approved” by his relatives or not, was completely rejected by you and your entourage as soon as it was suggested.

Food isn’t any better, this one is straight up thrown to the garbage… at least he can still use the first for a different occasion—is what he’d tell himself to not feel as bad for your reproach.

A conversation? Unimaginable. He’d have better luck moving mountains.

It takes him to square one, back to the one thing he intended to do at the very beginning of your sickness, something… a bit more personal.

Naoya acknowledges he doesn’t have much of your preferences around the house, nor the time to get them, however, he does have plenty of his tastes, which are quite popular on their own, so… why not share them? Maybe you’ll end up liking them too.

Thus, after a quick trip to his office, grabbing a few tomes from his favorite series and placing them on a box, he waits for you to eat breakfast before approaching you once again.

As always, you were to be accompanied by someone of your staff, this time however, it was the one he considered a lesser threat, and if it’s worth anything, the one he would’ve for you to become closest to, instead of Mariya.

Haruko.

A decision mostly made by your concurrent happiness, for you always seemed to laugh the hardest with her. It made him slightly jealous, of course, but at the end of the day he was elated that even with your sickness, you were still able to have a good time.

When all he can do for you, however, is disappoint you, evident by the way your smile drops when seeing him yet again standing by your door frame, his daily reminder that he does not have a spot in your world.

But maybe, slowly but surely, he can win you over with this .

“Y/N… Naoya-sama is—” Haruko would be the first to notice him, or more like the first to actually care, as you continued to ignore him by diligently working on Hitomi’s new lessons.

“I know” You’d respond to Haruko’s fretted murmur. The poor girl is still afraid of him, might be for the rest of her life, so she naturally leans towards you for protection, which you attempt to oblige. “Just ignore him, he’ll go away soon enough”

Naoya didn’t like being referred to as some kind of stray dog, but he's used to it now. At least now he knows Haruko won’t give much resistance.

“How are you doing today?” he asks first, taking a step closer—you continue to ignore him. “It seems you’re better now”

“I don’t think I can do this right, Haruko. I don’t like stitching, certainly not crocheting…”

Haruko attempts to play along, but just like Naofumi, she can't ignore the elephant in the room. 

“You could at least answer me.” Naoya says a bit disappointed. “I just want to know if there’s something you need—”

“I’m fine , thank you!” you respond with a deceivingly sweet tone, not lifting your eyes from your work. “Now, leave me alone . I'm busy”

“How long is this going to keep on going, Y/N?” He goes straight to the point, showing a bit of his growing frustration. “Is this still because of the conversation we had that day?”

“I can ask the same thing to you” you snap. “Don’t you have something to do, somewhere to be ?”

“I do, but I don’t think it’s right for me to leave when you’re sick”

“It’s not right… ha!” You scoff. “What would you know of what’s right or not… why do you even care anyways?”

Another low blow that has the unwilling third wheel fearing for their life, praying for either a divine power, or its equivalent in Mariya, to intervene…

Fortunately for all, Naoya has learned to somewhat traverse past these jabs and take them as what they were: words from a hurt, angry, but very sick person he cares a whole lot for. 

Because in his delusional mind, this was still caused by one particular thing, not a whole.

“Enough to be where it matters.” Naoya says. “If my wife needs me, I’ll be there. Besides, I'm your husband, I should be the one—”

“That’s the thing— I don’t . So you either leave me alone, or leave me alone. Take your pick” you roll your eyes. "And stop the whole husband and wife talk, you sound like an old man…"

Naoya sighs.

“At least give these a chance” he says, gesturing to the box and placing them on the floor near you.

Haruko’s curiosity eventually gets the best of her, making her lean forward in such a way to get a better peak at its contents, frowning out of confusion when doing so.

“ Manga? ” She asks, unwittingly making you sharply turn over to the box and see for yourself. But even then, you still couldn't believe it.

Your husband… brought you manga?

“I have more at my office, but these are from my favorite series” He explains. “Thought you’d like to read them for a bit of distraction, it certainly helps me, after all, reading manga is one of my favorite things"

You never really imagined a man like Naoya would ever dive into the world of manga, for you always considered him to be… well, so high up his horse, that he’d undoubtedly think something like that was a bit… childish . Think the stereotype was there for a reason—just like how many thought about video games.

Yet, here he is, proving you wrong, and not only that, but letting you know it’s his favorite pastime .

…

Maybe if he hadn’t been such an asshole, you would’ve found yourself enthralled by it, curious to know more of this unexplored world with an accomplished guide…

But you don’t want to—because just like in many things, he's also undeserving of that .

“I’m not interested.” you say, going back to your previous activity as your mind searches for the best way to efficiently push him away from you… landing on a word that hurts Naoya’s inner child. “They’re kind of weird anyways, I don’t get them.”

He swallows. 

Wouldn’t be the first time someone used to describe his affinity with that word, but it still irks him, it's an extension of him in a way, a part of his life… so how would he not feel hurt when you've just insulted it?

“They’re not weird.”

“Well, they are to me, so no thank you. You can take them back”

Of all of your jabs, this was the one that hit too close, having him leave your midsts without much insistence, picking up the box soon after after and dropping off at the office, careless to return them to their spot on the shelf for he couldn't even stand their sight— feeling nothing but humiliated by them now.

Haruko would tell you that perhaps you were a bit too blunt with your words, having felt the hit herself as well, and you somewhat agreed, but you kept moving forward, justifying that what you did wasn’t as painful as compared to his actions.

And that wasn't even your worst reaction yet.

He’d spend a lot of time thinking on what to do to convince you otherwise of your set disposition towards him, looking through his options over and over again to see which ones still fit in his time frame, and which ones to discard.

After much pondering, Naoya ultimately believes that instead of trying setting new, he should instead, try something that's already worked. Something simple, yet effective:

Flowers.

There must be a reason why Naoaki filled your room with them above anything else, and he plans to exploit that.

But of course, in true Naoya nature, just because he was going to do the same as the rest didn't mean he had to blend in.

He still wanted to let you know how much you meant to him, how you've never left his mind, even when you actively tried pushing him away—thus, he ordered one of his servants to fetch the biggest bouquet of red roses he could find and bring it to him as quickly as possible.

Naoya hoped this last chance would be the one to work, the one to crumble your walls and let him into your life…

And it seems that fate decided to support him, finally playing in his favor when he's able to intercept you alone for the first time.

It was one of the brief moments you were allowed to go out of your room, enjoy a bit of fresh air, and stretch your legs.

Naoya, ever the one to seize the opportunity when it presents itself, does not hesitate to approach you, in the most perfect timing for he had just gotten his gift a few moments ago, the poor errand man exhausted from having ran to the nearby village and back in record time.

It made him both giddy and nervous just thinking about the kind of reaction you’d have to his gesture, since this is something he has never done in the past and now you won't be able to ignore him so easily either.

With unparalleled enthusiasm and bouquet in hand, as he quickly makes his way towards your direction, approaching you from behind as he calls out your name.

“Y/N” he says, and as soon as you hear him, you stop walking. “Good morning”

You don’t respond, staying still in place.

“I got you something, again." He murmurs the last part, taking a step closer to you. "I know you have many already, but I noticed you didn't have these so I thought I'd get them for you"

You remained motionless for a few seconds more, as if debating what to do from that point forward before choosing to slowly turn around, eyes trailing from the floor, up his figure, and then… to the vast collection of red roses in his hands

A sight that inevitably makes you widen your eyes and remain speechless.

When noticing your expression to be one of surprise and not contempt, Naoya presses further.

"Here" he says, taking one more step closer to you and attempting to hand you the flowers. "They're still… fresh, I guess. All you need is somewhere to put them"

You don't take them, still unable to process what the hell is happening. Naoya notes your hesitation and it makes him lose a bit of conviction, feeling as if he failed again.

"Just… take them, Y/N. Please" he insists "why won't you accept them? Why won't you accept any of my gifts? Are they not of your liki—"

"Are you being serious right now?" You eventually speak. 

"What?" He blinks, confused "Why would… I not be? That's all I've been trying to prove, that I'm serious about you!"

"Is this a joke to you, Naoya?" You repeat "Do you really think that just because you have me some flowers, everything will be alright?"

"I… of course not, I didn't intend to clear everything up but… I was hoping we could start somewhere" he explains.

"Start somewhere… What makes you think I even want to be near you?" You frown "I can't believe you're even real—this must be a prank!"

"... it's not" 

"Then you must think I'm stupid"

"I don't, I would never think that!" he says "Why are you even saying this?"

"Wow!" You laugh "You really think I am stupid! Well, that was fast, didn't even take a second to contradict yourself!"

He never liked the mocking tone in your voice when you got like this. It made him feel small, angry, and most importantly, lonely .

But you don't seem to stop.

"Is this still about your family?" He asks, irritated. "how long are you going to keep on with that?"

"Of course you think that's the only thing" you scoff. "Because you'd never done anything wrong in your life! How could the great heir of the Zen'in dare?!"

"You don't have to talk to me like that, Y/N." Naoya frowns "if there's something else you're bothered about, you can just tell—"

"Shut up!" You cry "Shut up! Just— shut up!"

Naoya flinches, taken aback by your reaction.

"Why must you always say things you don't mean? Why do you have to keep torturing me like this??"

"Y/N— that's not… I would never—"

"There you go again! Spewing shit out of your mouth!'

"Then what do you want me to say?! What can I do to have a normal relationship with you?!"

"Leave me alone?! That would be nice!" You say "Oh, I know! How about you let me go? Ah, right. Can't do that either! Might as well accept the fact I'll never see my family again!"

"Why do you insist so much on that anyways? Don't you know it's customary for you to stay here either way??"

"Well, in case you hadn't fucking noticed, Naoya, I don't do well with tradition!"

"... don't talk like that" he murmurs.

"Ah, right, I apologize for my foul vocabulary, Naoya-sama. I should've never opened my mouth, just my legs and let you do whatever you wanted! Oh, yeah, I almost forgot about that, I'm useless there too! But thankfully that will be dealt with quickly, hm? It's only a matter of time before I'm gone and you'll be free to fuck whoever you want!"

“Don’t say things like that” Naoya frowns “I would never find someone else to do that, and you know if it were for me, you wouldn’t—”

“No, Naoya. I really don't—because if there’s one thing I learned about your family, it's that while everything’s a game to you, your father is very much serious in whatever he does!”

“I didn’t want him to intervene, ok?! You’re acting like I’m so happy he decided you were better off dead if you didn’t get pregnant!”

“Well, I didn’t see you doing anything about it either! Or anything at all that wasn’t tormenting me!”

He's had enough.

He's had enough of your baseless arguments and your incessant tirades. Of trying to approach you in amicable matters, only to be ridiculed every second of the day.

He tried, he really did, to be a good husband.

But if this is the only way you'd react, then he'll oblige too.

“How would you? You were too busy with my brother to even care about anything else! And to believe I was the one being accused of cheating!” he laughs, and this irks you more than you would've liked. "I at least had the decency to respect this marriage!"

“Naoaki treats me the way you could never” you declare, knowing well there's no point back after this. "He's more of a husband than you ever were" 

And it works, because something inside Naoya snaps.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me” you continue. “There are even times where I wished he was the one I married instead, thinking how wonderful my life would’ve been if I had met him first!”

“What? M y brother?! That wolf in sheep’s clothing? The one you think so highly of, let him charm you with gifts and words, when in reality it’s just an act?! Because I know you’re not talking about him!” he mocks.

“I am! I am talking about him! I’m talking about Naoaki!” you yell. “No one else but him!”

“Why do you always have to bring him in?! He’s no one , he’s nothing!” Naoya responds. “We weren’t even talking about him!”

“Well, he’s everything to me!” you cry “I wish he was the one I got to call husband, instead of you! I wish he was the one who took care of me, held me, cherished me, treated me like I was the most important person in the world for him—instead—instead of the monster I got as a husband!”

With that, Naoya goes silent, permitting your hurtful words to settle deep into his already broken heart, shattering whatever was left and leaving behind a completely empty vessel, realizing he’s now lost everything. His motivation, his future… you . And there was nothing he could do about it.

Noting his hesitation, you take this as the best moment to make your leave, get away from him before anything else happens—but he’d prove you to have one last card under his sleeve by swiftly grabbing your arm as soon as you take a step away, and root you there.

“Leave—Leave me alone !” you’d squirm against his hold, try your best to free yourself from it, but he just holds you tighter. “Stop it!”

“Take back what you said” he begins to murmur. “Say that you didn't mean any of those words, that you don't—you don’t mean to be with Naoaki—”

“Sto—Stop it!” you whimper at the stinging sensation of his hand imprinting his fingers against your skin, all too careless to his rambles. “Let me go! You’re— you’re hurting me !”

“Not like you’ve hurt me!” he instinctively snaps. Naoya doesn't know when it began, only that his cheeks were soaked and his eyes warm at this point. “Why—why would you say that? Do I— Do I really make you that— that miserable? Do you really hate me?!”

"All you've ever done is hurt me!" You exclaim back "all you could ever do is hurt me!"

"J would never do that to—"

"THEN WHAT ABOUT ALL THE TIMES YOU’VE TAKEN ME AGAINST MY WILL? THE WAY YOU IGNORED MY PLEADS TO STOP, THE WAY YOU RIDICULED ME BEFORE EVERY SINGLE PERSON THAT CROSSED YOUR PATH, REFERRED TO ME AS LESS THAN A PIECE OF MEAT AND THEN ALLOWED OTHERS TO DO THE SAME?! WHAT ABOUT THE TIME YOU PUNISHED ME JUST BECAUSE YOUR FATHER GOT ANGRY AT YOU ! YOU!!! BUT MADE ME EQUALLY RESPONSIBLE?! 

WHAT ABOUT THE TIME YOU FORCED ME TO SPEAK ILL OF MY SISTER, FORCED ME TO PUT ON THE ACT THAT I WAS HAPPY HERE, PUSH HER AWAY, ONLY TO CUT ME OFF FROM THE REST OF THE WORLD ONLY BECAUSE I DIDN’T PROVE MY WORTH BEFORE YOUR RELATIVES?! AS IF BEING SENTENCED TO DEATH WASN’T ENOUGH!! WHAT ABOUT ALL THOSE TIME YOU’VE HURT ME?! HUMILIATED ME, MADE ME THINK LESS OF MYSELF?! DO THEY STILL COMPARE TO WHAT I’VE DONE TO YOU? TO WHATEVER I COULD’VE DONE TO PROTECT MYSELF?! DO YOU STILL THINK THEY COMPARE TO ME NOT WANTING TO— ” you grab the bouquet from his hands “ACCEPT YOUR STUPID FLOWERS?!”

And then… throw them onto the floor. 

The soft thud of the flowers hitting the wooden floor and the petals that fell off immediately after were a sight that would testify as the official rupture of this marriage—one that will remain imprinted in the back of Naoya’s mind for the rest of his life, perhaps, cementing there was nothing else to be done.

But even then, that would not compare to what he’d see once looking at your face, past the fog of his tears and the adrenaline of his pain.

It wasn’t hatred that he saw, what he believed to have heard in your words. No, not at all.

It was fear —inflicted by none other than himself, the person who swore to protect you—and it hurt more than any anger could do.

A sight that manages to snap him out of trance and realize the gravity of his actions, especially after noting a crowd gathering around the two once more.

Yet, his mind remains with the painful confession you’ve just made.

“Y/N” he whispers, slowly releasing you “Y/N, I—I didn’t—”

“Get the fuck away from me” you breathe, tears falling down your cheeks as you step away from him. “I don’t care what you have to say, get the fuck away from me— now ”

You didn't give him any chance to respond, having turned around, ran past the staff and headed deeper into the estate, perhaps to the company of your staff or your room, it didn’t matter where, because he was for sure now, that after this day, he’s lost you forever.

It was the dawn of his last day at the estate.

Naoya, too focused on trying to mend his relationship with you, had completely forgotten that he was bound to travel to Nagoya in a few hours if he were to attend the mandatory debrief, and even though it was a quick trip there, he still needed to do preparations for it.

Thankfully, his staff had foreseen his setback and prepared him a suitcase with the required items for an easy trip and equally successful missions, which made your husband realize that out of his two objectives, he’d only managed to complete one.

And further ruin the other.

The great day had come, and Naoya couldn’t help but feel completely uninterested, detached from this situation—but he had no other choice, nowhere to turn, but to accept this task and move forward.

But as much as he wanted to put everything else behind, he still felt the responsibility of one last thing—ironically, the one thing he’ll end up doing right.

So after checking that everything was set for his upcoming trip, and there were no other subjects to tend back in the estate, Naoya heads to your bedroom one last time.

It was safe to say that he was not welcomed, neither by your staff, nor by you, but it didn’t matter to him anymore, not after the big realization he came to moments prior.

"What are you doing here?” you caution, heart thundering as you wonder if he’s composed back to his usual self and was now intending to take it out on either you, or your staff…. Completely oblivious to the defeated look on Naoya's face.

A man who’s surrendered completely to his own fate.

"To tell you I'm leaving." he says, and you are very, very subtly, taken aback by this statement. "I'm leaving the house for a few days, for Halloween"

You swallow.

"Why are you—"

"Thought you should know, so you could be at ease knowing I'm not going to be around these next few days.” he adds. “I’ll let my staff inform you when I’m gone, and when I’m back. Take care”

Your face now reflects the shock his words give you, for it is a blatant difference to the last time he announced his departure.

Back then, it was through the intentions of cutting loose ends, dealing with things he thought unnecessary so he could calmingly come back home and enjoy the vicious “domestic” life he’d envisioned with you.

But now, it's for your peace of mind. For your sake, your tranquility, and no one else's.

Yet, as much as you wanted to know what caused this change of behavior from him, thinking it wasn’t of your doing, it would be the first time Naoya would take a page of your book, preventing you from interrogating him further.

Because before you were able to do as much as put in a word, Naoya turned around, exited the room and left the estate.

[thebisexualteen]

I had this thought randomly and I can't stop thinking about it so here

The sibs would end up bullying the character in a game(I'm talking Wildcraft as an example hehe)

So on Wildcraft, Camy would end up bullying the wolf and names it "Baldie". Once it meets its partner, he would name it "Thneed" and boom kid, he names it "Ew" and bullies the characters throughout the game(For fun)

They sometimes perform rituals with dolls.(That's why they're up earlier then the others)

Just imagine waking up and seeing your kids perform a damn ritual on a doll(Actually happened once, tho Lily never participates in these rituals and that once was Lily waking up Crescent and showing him wtf was going on)

Throughout the day they dance to songs like they're making a video(They still do, but not as often[They post 2 times a week instead of posting everyday] tho Lily barely participates in videos)

They all have users they would use in a game(So here's their usernames hehehehehe but I'm still figuring out some so)

Leslie-LeslieIsGone☆☆☆

Markus-♤Markus0fficial♤

Lily-LilyNoFFiciaL

Camy-CamyNOffICIAl

Oh yeah Lily and Camy's are the "duo" in the sibs gang, whe making their user, they both decided to make Lily's official with an capital Fs and L and Camy's offical with the ones that aren't capitalized in Lily's "Official"

Also when they're watching something, they would make fun of the characters(For fun)

Anyways that's all(FOR NOW)

@insanelyadd

[pinkiemachine]

Doing some Lois & Clark sketching…

On writing Lois and Clark, it wasn’t really Lois that interested me as much as it was Clark, so I’ll get into both of them here.

Lois grew up with a military dad who was very strict and organised and harsh. Her mother was more passive and quiet. Lois’ sister Lucy took after their mother, settled down, started a family, etc, but Lois took after her father (in certain ways). For example, she inherited his stubbornness and determination, not to mention his resilience. She viewed her mother’s passivity as a flaw—why didn’t she ever stand up for herself? Why didn’t she ever challenge her dad, especially on the things Lois personally felt needed challenging? She just chaffed under that situation. So, she decided to move out, get her degree, go to Metropolis and apply for the Daily Planet. She was a self-made woman, a real go-getter, ready and willing to get her hands dirty to make it in the big city. Love? Marriage? Kids? Not for her. (Or so she thought, hehehehehe….) (…I mean, maybe she also had a bad experience with a guy once, but this up here 👆 that’s the main stuff…)

Enter Clark. Now, this guy is a lot more complicated than he first appears. Growing up, obviously he had to hide the fact that he had powers. He was special, he came from outer space, but he could never tell anyone. As a result, he could never honour his family heritage or proudly be a Kryptonian publicly. THEN, he arrived in Metropolis and became Superman. As Superman, he could be all the things he wished he could be growing up without fear of rejection. He could wear his family crest and no one batted an eye. But there was a problem. As Superman, he could only ever be a man of steel. There was no room for “Every Day Clark Kent” in the persona. Superman wasn’t allowed to have bad days. Superman wasn’t allowed to cry. Superman wasn’t allowed to be weak. Ever. He was a perfect superhero. So, ironically, he wound up seeking refuge in being is old self at the Daily Planet. Sure, he had to play up being mild mannered and meek so as to keep people from suspecting that he was really Superman, but at least “Mild Mannered Reporter Clark Kent” was allowed to have bad days. He was allowed to cry. He was allowed to be weak. And because he was bouncing between these two extreme personas, he ran into a problematic situation.

He was in love with Lois, his coworker. He just wanted to ask her out, get to know her, etc, but as Clark Kent, she wouldn’t even give him the time of day. But after a chance meeting when he had to come and rescue her as Superman, she found herself inexplicably falling in love with him (despite how adamant she’d been her entire life about never falling for a guy). She was in love with the picture perfect Man of Steel. Not with Everyday Clark Kent. Clark wanted someone who would love all of him… not just the best parts. And so, as fun as it was being Superman at first, and showing off his powers, he slowly began to resent it a little, and he tried to get Lois to see who he was passed the red cape, ultimately leading to him revealing his true identity to her.

Boy, was Lois not prepared. She secretly admired Clark’s journalism skills (perhaps she was even a little jealous at times) but more than anything, she viewed him as competition. She’s a very competitive gal by nature. She also saw him as a huge dork. She was never gonna fall for him. But Superman… sure, yeah, you could say it was the “Firefighter Syndrome,” you know, a big strong guy who comes along, right when you think you’re gonna die, and he picks you up and smiles and says, “Don’t worry, you’re gonna be okay, I’ve got you.” But who wouldn’t get the slightest bit flushed, right? Now, she would never, ever, ever, ever, EVER admit to ANYONE that she had a crush on the big guy—it would be the end of her reputation in the office—but she also couldn’t shake off her feelings. She had it BAD. And she HATED it XD. But, for some reason, the harder she tried to get to know him in interviews, the less interested in her he seemed. Meanwhile, that Clark guy was getting more and more persistent. She didn’t understand… until Clark spilled the beans. Then, she had to wrestle with the realisation that this perfect pillar of strength and morality was also, in fact, her dorky, corny coworker whom she’d been competing with for the past… what, year or so? (Timelines… I don’t have the energy to check my math rn…)

After that day, things changed radically, and neither person was sure where their relationship was gonna go. They were both starting to become vulnerable with one another. Clark was showing her all of himself—his Kryptonian side, his Smallville side, everything. He just wanted “Clark” to be enough for her. Meanwhile, she began to open up about her childhood. There was her brash, business-woman side that she always had on display, but underneath was… someone who was deeply hurt by, as she felt, a very un-loving father. It wasn’t until Clark came around, actively showing her love and appreciation, that she started to realise, “Holy cow… this something I actually want.” Like she’d been starved for affection her whole life. She never stopped being her brash self for even a moment, and Clark wouldn’t have had it any other way, but that’s just it: he loved every side of her. And as she got to know him, she began to love every side of him, too.

TL;DR Lois and Clark’s love story is all about the masks we put on to fit into society and be appreciated by others, when all we want is for that one special person to be able to see and love all the parts we keep hidden away.

[tsunderedoctor]

okay hehehehehe

so I'm in need of comfort bc college is ass and I just want to lie in the arms of some massive man while I do my homework BUT THATS IRRELEVANT.

Could I request Crocodile, Shanks and Aokiji (if you only want to do one its alright) with an s/o (fem pronouns) who overworks herself a lot to achieve her life goals? But at the same time gets very stressed very easily and takes critique very harshly :((((

I get pretty easily overwhelmed with work but I just can't stop bc idk anxiety or something

Tysm baby!!! Sorry if its bad and tell me if you don't want to write something :) have a great day and remember I'm so proud of you 💖💖

Ace!! I am so sorry for the wait on this, don't hate me😭😭 But I hope things are going better for you, and know I love you and will always support you!! Remember, you are amazing! Even in our most tiring times! 💖💖

Babes Below~!

Sir Crocodile

He watched her from the corner of his eye, as he took another sip from his wine glass, she had been staring at that god-awful book long enough, he began to wonder if she was in some trance. Finally giving the woman his full attention, he cleared his throat, breaking her from her thoughts and looking up at him in confusion. 

Raising his hand, he ushered her to come see him, getting up off the office chair felt relieving in its own right as she made her way to stand before him.

“You know, work isn’t quality if you aren’t giving it your all, take a break, we can worry about that another time, it won’t do you or I any good if you can’t concentrate.”

Sighing, feeling defeated by his words and her emotional turmoil, he eyed her one last time before grabbing her wrist and sitting him next to him. 

“A break doesn’t mean nitpicking yourself, either. Stop thinking those thoughts before I give you something to actually worry about.”

Deciding it must be his attempt of comfort, she nodded and leaned back in the cushion of his loveseat, perhaps a break is really all she needs.

“Red Hair” Shanks

Relaxation surprisingly ran in the ginger’s veins, catnaps were a usual must, along with sun bathing and other self-care fortes. He was always surprised in how much work she put into things, but figured it was an issue he had as a laid back individual, not her for being a hard worker.

Walking into her office was always a quiet ordeal, she was either reading manuscripts or writing something down, today however, he had found the woman fast asleep at her desk. 

Looking at the work presented on her desk, he skimmed it a bit, before nodding and grabbing a pen. He decided since he was the usual one to relax, maybe it was time she did as well, besides what could go wrong with giving it a try!

it was apparently a bad idea in of itself, as you woke up with a stressed Shanks staring at the paper, finally turning to you with tears in his eyes from frustration.

“How do you do this everyday?”

Admiral “Aokiji” Kuzan

Kuzan is another more laid back individual, unlike Shanks however, he knows when enough is enough. He tore the pages from her hands and placed the on top of the filing cabinets, far away she couldn’t reach them without any help. 

Hearing her ask for it back and slowly becoming annoyed with him ignoring her, she tried getting it herself. He watched her struggle for a bit, before picking her up and putting her on the bed. 

“Relax, will you? It will be there tomorrow, it won’t kill you to take a single break, you haven’t even eaten yet today.”

Listening to his words, she had realized he was right, her stomach growling in agreement. Ignoring her embarrassed blush, he had her promise him she would stay put while he made her some food, maybe after a meal she would start thinking properly again.

Tag List: @chloe-nanami @musical-apple @luxiditea @macdonaldsmanager @onepieceya @undercoverweeeb @pebbsie @athenaportgas @nephytale and whoever else wants to join in!

[urijihoons-blog]

Bokuto: Clarity

/ Kōtarō Bokuto x reader /

genre: pure angst

wc: 1399

summary: It’s your anniversary with Bokuto and you surprise him at a tournament, but someone’s been lying to you.

warnings: sadness

a/n: Hehehehehe I wrote something and it’s full of ✨angst✨

///

All you can hear are the clicking of your shoes on the airport tile.

You’ve had this trip planned for a while, and have everything down to a t. You arrive at the airport right after his volleyball match ends, which by the excited texts he’s been sending you (and the fact that you followed the score online during your flight) his team won his match. Just as you assumed, you expected nothing less. You would grab food from this barbecue place around his hotel that he’s been talking about constantly every night you two FaceTime, and you would surprise him. You would spend this night together, watch his final match tomorrow, and explore the city in next couple of days.

You haven’t seen him in a while, 2 and a half weeks to be exact, because he’s been at this combo training camp/tournament. This distance, this time between you, it isn’t new. It’s his job, and you fully respect that. You still talked on the phone everyday, FaceTimed every other day, and texted constantly. He’s a very attentive person, especially when he misses you.

Tonight is no different. You FaceTimed him while secretly closing your bakery for the night, right before his semifinal game. You gave him as much encouragement as you could over the phone, knowing it still meant a lot to him to have your support. You received text messages immediately after the game, reading them while you sit in the taxi on the way to get dinner. His texts outline every detail, every spike, every rally, every wish that you could’ve been there in the crowd. But he understood why, he understands that you can’t just abandon your business, not for his volleyball game, even if it is your anniversary.

You look down at the ring, turning it over and over around your finger. That’s the whole reason you’re doing this anyways. You closed up shop early to be able to leave and celebrate his win and your 4 years of dating, which would come to an end because of your wedding soon. Butterflies flutter in your stomach just thinking about it.

The cab suddenly stops and you get out, leaving the money behind. You pick up his order quickly, taking brisk steps. You can see the hotel sign just a block down. Its only been a few minutes and you’re already in the building, going up the elevator. You check previous texts, ‘Babe, you know I always stay in room 428. Just in case you ever want to surprise me :) xx’ And, finally, you could do just that. Give him the love and support and encouragement in person, instead of through a screen. The thought of seeing him made you halfway sprint down the hall, your rolling suitcase struggling to stay on its wheels behind you.

You slow as you see the room numbers closing in. It’s happening. You stand in front of the door and look down at yourself. You straighten out your sweater and run your fingers through your hair, trying to look at least halfway presentable. He won’t care, he just misses you. He says it everyday, multiple times a day. He just wants you. Giving yourself this little reminder, you knock on the door. For a second, you realize he may be out with his teammates, but then you hear the shuffle of footsteps.

“-yeah, and this must be our room service!” He opens the door and stares at you in utter shock. Your eyes take him in. His hair was down and wet and you could smell his body wash from the foot of distance between you, he must have just stepped out of the shower. Shirtless, but had on basketball shorts. A normal night. His golden eyes were bright with surprise, but his body stiffened, and his face looked.. scared? Concerned?

Maybe he was just confused.

“Bo!” You beamed, taking a step towards him, “I missed-“

“What’d you get us?” You heard a smooth voice purr from behind him. Your muscles instantly went rigid, and your eyebrows furrowed. Who-

And then you saw it.

A slim hand crept around his torso from behind, a face suddenly appearing from behind his shoulder. Her hair was wet, and her smile dripped with poison. She wore nothing but a towel hugging tightly around her body, and her hair was wet.

Your eyes stung with tears, and you were seeing red. You pushed through them both, neither of them giving much resistance. Storming into the room, you go straight to the bathroom, snatch the unnamed girl’s clothing, making sure they were drenched, and walked back into the suite. Bokuto’s sitting on the bed, as still and silent as a statue, covering his face with his hands. The girl, who once looked at you with a little smirk, now looks at you in unbelief. You shove past her, open the door gripping her arm, force her into the hallway, and drop the sopping clothes at her feet. The door slams in the girl’s face before she can even begin to protest her exile.

Silence envelopes the room as your back slides down the door frame. You finally let out the sob that has been tearing at your throat, and Bokuto immediately looks up. Getting up from the bed, he takes careful steps and finally rests on his knees in front of you. “Y/N,” his voice almost breaking, but just as he tries to take your hand, you flinch. “Please.”

You shake your head, barely being able to look at him through the tears welling up in your eyes, the nausea and disgust filling your stomach. “no.” You barely let out, turning your face from him. You feel his hot tears fall onto your hands.

The silence returns, along with pain and regret. You sit there for God knows how long, and finally decide on your next move. As soon as you stand up, Bokuto is there beside you, trying to comfort you, trying to explain himself. His words are muffled to you, only bits and pieces come through what feels like a glass barrier between you two. You grab your purse, and take out the box containing his anniversary present. “it was only for tonight-“, “-means nothing to me”, “let me fix this”, “I can make this right”.

You stop dead in your tracks, you hand clutching the doorknob. You think over your next course of action, but continue on your way. You grab your suitcase, and stalk down the hall. He continuously tries to stop you without grabbing you, a fear of seeing you flinch under his touch. Instead, he tries to grab your suitcase, questioning you, “Where are you going?”, “Seriously, Y/N, where are you going?”, “Don’t go out there by yourself, it isn’t safe this late at night”, “let me go with you, I’ll keep you safe”. His words are still muffled to you, and you wonder if that will ever return back to normal. For now, that doesn’t matter. You don’t know if it will ever matter. You reach the elevators and press the down button.

“please say something to me, Y/N”.

That was clear, no muffle or fuzz to his voice. Crystal clear. There was a need in his tone, a desperate need, but what was it exactly? You decide not to dwell on it. Instead, you turn around and look at him one last time. His hair is tousled down, his eyes bloodshot and slightly puff from crying, and his face red and melancholy. His tall, muscular frame that normally stands tall and proud is slouched. He looks as though he’s lost. You reach out a hand to cup his face, running your thumb under his eye to catch the tears. Bokuto closes his heavy eyes, leaning into the warmth of your touch, grasping his hand over yours. The elevator door dings, it’s time.

“Happy anniversary, my love.” You whisper with a sad smile, feeling your own cheeks become wet with tears. You step onto the elevator before the door closes, before he can realize that you’re actually leaving, before he can stop you.

The face he made when he looked up in between the closing doors was one of horror. He took a step forward, “Please, I-“ was all you heard before they completely closed in on you. Leaving you as alone as you came.

///

Should I make a part 2? 🧐

Update: here’s part 2 :)

[oikaw-ugh]

asdfghjkl. Tysm for letting me send a request, Leia! You are so sweet! ❤ Hmm so about me, I'm an introvert and prefer to stay at home all the time. Apart from watching anime and reading a lot of stuff, I also like to listen to music mostly Japanese songs these days and playing gacha games 😅. Lastly, I have a 5 year old pug who is as lazy as its owner. Idk if this is enough but thank you again ❤

Hello, Ate Nich! And you're very much welcome! I love our convos they make me feel so old (in a good way. Like matured-) HEHEHEHEH I Hope I don't disappoint you with this!

I match you with...

Lev Haiba!

Kuroo's face is an everyday face

Chose Lev mainly because you seem so grounded? And matured? And Lev is SOOOO childish. The possibilities of this dynamics is insane!

We all know how Lev is to everyone, right?

He's soooo extroverted I actually feel Kenma's pain :((

N e ways! I feel like the first time you both see each other is at uni. But don't get me wrong, you're not friends with Lev. You're friends w/ Kuroo. And you're a year younger than the two.

And like, the first time Lev saw you is probably when you greeted Kuroo at the hallways.

Kuroo: Oh. This is Nich. A friend.

The extroverted that he is, he immediately bombarded you with his questions and random stories that you surprisingly listened to.

Lev when he noticed how you're actually listening to him because he got so used with Nekoma team laughing or disregarding him (ehem-Kenma-ehem-Yaku): 🥺🥺🥺

And I feel like the moment you speak your mind? Lev is blown away!

'Cause you seem so wise and Lev is in awe.

It's like he's younger than you thinking-wise.

Lev: Are you...a goddess?

You: No, Lev-san. I'm Nich.

Lev falling for you is like how a child is if in love.

He loves to boast around you, to impress you, and he does 'things' to make him seem 'cool'.

Lev: Nich! I aced the quiz at my last subject this morning!

You: That's great, Lev-san!

Lev: 🥺

Lev: Nich, let me uncap that for you! *Uncaps your water*

You: ᴵ ʷᵃˢⁿ'ᵗ ᵖˡᵃⁿⁿᶦⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ᵈʳᶦⁿᵏᶦⁿᵍ

He wants to be with you all the time, which is almost impossible because you're both v busy.

Lev: Nich, where are you going?

You: Oh, to the Lib with my friends.

Lev: L-Let me come with you!

You: ???? But you have classes, right?

Lev: 👁️👄👁️

He also loves it when you're so kind to him? The genuine gentleness? What is that???

I SWEAR HE MELTS WITH EVERY LITTLE THING YOU DO

You: Lev-san, it's already lunch time. Have you eaten?

You: Lev-san, that's so funny!

You: Oh, what you said actually makes sense, Lev-san.

You: Thank you, Lev-san.

Lev: ᵂᶦˡˡ ᵘ ᵐᵃʳʳʸ ᵐᵉ

Truth to be told, Lev was oblivious of his affection for you.

All he knows is that he loves talking to you because he loves your mind and he loves how your words lift him up.

Well, that's what he thought.

When Kuroo asked if something is going on between you two, Lev was completely off guard.

Lev: Kuroo-san! I-we-nich-were uh...

You: That's crazy, Kuroo-san. Lev-san is like a brother to me.

Lev: 😳

He hated that.

And that's where it starts. He loves how you ruffle his hair but he hates the words that come along with it.

You: You're so cool, Lev-san.

If it's possible to feel uwu and mad at the same time, then that's what Lev is feeling.

The stupid honorific (san) makes him remember how you only think of him as a brother!!!

At first, he kind of brushed it off. But he's had enough it actually drove him to confessing out of the blue.

You: Oh, Lev-

Lev who just appeared in front of you at the library: Don't call me Lev-san! I'm not your brother. I like you, Nich.

Alexa, play RADWIMPS' Sparkle!

Dating is so chaotic.

Most of the days, you're lazy. But Lev is so extroverted he wants to go out with you ALMOST ALL THE TIME.

Lev at your door: Hello, Nich!

You w/ your bed hair: Lev, it's 7 AM.

Lev: I just taught it'd be nice to go to the theme park with you now...

You: 👁️👄👁️ Lev, it's still 7 AM-

Lev learned it in a hard way that it is, most of the time, impossible to pull you out of your house so he settles with domestic dates.

Nothing fancy, really. Prolly just you two chilling at the room. Like, you reading on the end of the couch while Lev curls himself up at the other end, scanning his phone while his legs playfully push yours and stuff.

You: Lev, stop it.

Lev: c: *kicks you still anyway*

And I can imagine the two of you blasting Japanese songs. Just loud enough for you to hear and low enough that you wouldn't be disturbing the neighbors.

When you watch anime, just imagine the giant laying on the bed and you literally hugging him like a tree.

Like, your head fitting at his chest while you both watch at the screen??? HSJSJSJJS (excuse me i rlly love it i can picture it happening)

And like, he's so LOUUUUUD! He always has something to say in every scene!

He screamed even though the MCs are literally just hugging each other

But when you speak though, he goes silent. Mainly because he loves your voice and also because he lovesyour thoughts.

Lev: THIS IS SO-

You: But for me though...

Lev: *seals lips*

The closest to cuddling is just hugging...

Because the moment you go beyond that, your cutie doggo butts in!

Doggo: i see u i dun approve

Your pug is so cute btw 🥺

Your pug was so intimidated by Lev when they first met, your pug actually tried to protect you even though ur doggo is so lazy!

But Lev was able to get your doggo's approval though when he brought you two to a dog's park.

When you have dates outside, I see you two visiting bookshops? Because you love to read.

And Lev is a simp so he gives in to everything you want.

Like, the look on his face when he sees you light up when you two pass by at a bookstore? He loves it.

Or like, you two are just walking then you kind of pause and stare at a shop, he's like:

Lev: Do you want to go in?

You: Uh, no, I was just-

Lev: Let's go!

You: Wait-

Cinemas and fancy restaurants are a thing. Coffee shops/milk tea shops, too. But I think you two fight when it comes to paying.

Lev insists he pays for you two but you're like.

Nich: Lev, let's split the bill.

Lev: No, Nich. It's okay.

Nich: Lev *glare*

Lev: 😳

Fights...

ABSOLUTELY!

Lev can just be...too much sometimes.

Like, he insists you two go out somewhere, he insist he does this for you and stuff.

"Nich, lemme do that!" "Nich, I'll do it instead." "Nich, it's on me."

And it just not feels good when he tries to be the only one balancing the relationship?

Nich: Lev, I'm here too!

And he thinks that it's offensive and like you don't trust him? Which is not the case!

IT'S MISCOMMUNICATION U 2 >=[[[

You're the more patient one in the relationship so you try to explain it to him?

But with how hardheaded Lev is? Nah. It doesn't reach his ears :((((

But give it a couple of days, or hours. Just let Lev sink the situation in, and he'd eventually understand that he did wrong and all

After his realization, expect him to suddenly pop wherever you are, with this cute look on his face while he brings with him a gift.

Dog food? A book? A cute notebook? Anything.

Lev: Nich, I'm sorry 🥺

And that just melts your heart? You happily accept him and his gift. You just hug him like, for a couple of minutes before you two settle down as you try to explain what he did wrong and THIS TIME, he listens.

HELLO, ATE NICH!!!! I Hope you like this!!! *Fingers crossed* I hope this is close to accuracy 🥺

[christmaswou]

Kim Minseok remembering his istg acc password - exodrabble+xiumin/suho

Long Time Best Friends dealing with Instagram 

disclaimer:  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

** this is my first EVER kpop fanfiction post here, so, please, be gentle. Also, English is not my first language, but I tried my best. I hope you enjoy, and that we can spend a good time while we wait for our most dearest Minseok come back from his enlistment. Let’s Love, always. **

       One week back home from the military enlistment, Kim Minseok, exo’s eldest hyung, had spend that whole time really busy with family, friends, house requirements and all kinds of arrangements for sitting down again. While all this was going on, all his friends and managers (and fans, of course) kept remembering him of posting new pictures on his istg account. Minseok liked the social network, and loved photography as well, but was annoyingly used to forget his password (like some of the other members also did), and lost the “timing” of posting his photos.

- Ah, minseok-ah, when will you organize your istg feed, your fans are thirsty for this rsrsrsrsrs.. I can give you some tips, my account is iconic now, I’m the best instagrammer of exo, did you know? - said Junmyeon, jokingly , while lightly pushing his eyes-rolling hyung.

- And then you say you didn’t have any free time while I was out, huh?

- What are you saying, it takes time to organize the feed, my concepts, and match my looks to the environment, actually.

- rsrsrsrssrsr honestly... but ok, I have to do this anyway, I think I’m going to try to recover the password when we get home today, are you really coming to stay the night ? - asked Minseok, suspiciously.

- I told you I’m going, you don’t believe I miss you? It’s gonna be like the old days... well not exactly that, cause now I’m a compromised ma- but he couldn’t finish his silly dangerous joke, cause his hyung shout his mouth quickly while beating him and laughing... some managers around them laughed as well, but more out of embarrassing for those two “old” silly idols than anything.

* * *

    To spend the night at Minseok’s house was nothing like the “boys night”that the youngers members used to worry their managers with: no sexy games or silly teen-like adventures in the streets at midnight. When any of the hyungs gathered at Minseok’s house, was usually to have heart-to-heart and pleasurable talks with beer, or binge watch a nerdy-type movie or art documentary. None of them were particularly competitive to keep up many game rounds, just once they tried the Monopoly, but Minseok and Kyungsoo felt asleep real quickly, Jongdae joked and laughed the whole time while Yixing didn’t get the rules and Junmyeon kept complaining about cheating in the game.

These five hyungs (Jongdae was considered among them, for his hyung-like personality) naturally became closer along the years of the group’s career, but never in a idealized type of friendship: they didn’t exactly keep in touch all the time, or spoke all the time in chats or so, all of them always had many external duties and concerns, besides the fact that their personalities were not to be too “sitcky” with their friends. All of them had interesting memories and dynamics with each other separately, but one “couple” that, along the years, had created a really peculiar friendship routine was Junmyeon-Minseok. They weren’t the closest members since the begins (and, to speak the truth, they weren’t at this point the same person they were in the debut), but they always shared a silent, unconsciously known, respect and admiration for each other. Junmyeon profoundly admired Minseok’s scholar professionalism and disciplined and righteous way of live, and Minseok, along with that, really respect Junmyeon’s strong leadership, artistic sensibility and altruistic way of dealing with the challenges that came along in the group. As the years passed and they went through many things together, many obstacles crossed - some with the help of each other’s advice - they had naturally created a cozy atmosphere between each other. Junmyeon, who were more of speaking feelings, out loud begin to often express how Minseok was ,to him, a real best friend. And that was a real bond, outside the cameras. Minseok has always been more shy and discreet, but he actually felt really warm and happy with his leader’s consideration towards him.

* * *

     Minseok was going to have many house gatherings and events with many people to relieve the missing time, including all the other members of course, but it couldn’t be other than junmyeon, who has been almost everyday by his side in his schedules of the returning from the military enlistment, was the first one the be invited to spend a weekend with the so deared and admired exo’s eldest hyung. Junmyeon was himself getting ready to enlist, so he wanted  to enjoy pleasurable time with people he loved the most, as much as he could, before going away.

     After some helping with house organizing and cleaning to become “comfortable enough for playing around” (as minseok’s wish, and to what jun never complained about), they changed to cozy clothes to deal with the “istg password issue”. Junmyeon wasn’t supposed to take pictures, so he was casually with a white shirt, arms out, sweatpants, his hat backsides and barefoot... It was rare to see the leader without make up, and actually feeling good like this, as he only stayed this way in situations of real intimacy and comfortableness.

- So junmyeonie, I’m supossed to click “forgot password” and send the link to my email, right? - asked the *a little better dressed* hyung.

- Did you really forgot it or just don’t want to remember, hyung? - a familiar malicious little smile on jun’s face.

- What the hell are you talking about you cra-

- Don’t you remember we created our email passwords together and the same one you used to your istg acc ?

- wai-

- “mygirl**insertARandomGirlName**

- SHUT THE FUCK UP, I CAN BEelieve it’s still that.. - embarrassment face while trying to enter istg on his new phone, where the old password wasn’t saved yet.

It entered.

- I can’t even kill you, cause you know way too much about me, you brat

- haahahaahahhaaaaaahaha... change this stupid password already, hyung, for god’s sake rsrsrsrsrsrs

* * *

- okay, I’m going to make a comeback with a Tan’s photo session, the fans never stop asking me about him..

- Make a istg-story of him, he looks beautiful in this window - says Junmyeon finishing a *good taste* bear.

- Should I play a song while doing it? They will love it, choose one of our old Christmas ones, please.

*while playing First Snow*

 - Hello exol’s, your Minseokie is back at istg, waaaah, rsrsrsr, finally, huh... I promise to note my new password on a paper now hehehehehe and to post all the best pictures of my most loved  moments that I’ve kept all this time... Now I’m gonna record my baby, that you guys always ask to see, he looks specially cute and beautiful tonight * moves camera do record Tan, majestically sitting on the window * say hi, Tan-shi, you’re so beautiful, aren’t you? ... Are you happy to see your dad again? I’m happy too...        

                                          Well, I’m specially happy today cause I’m gonna spend a REALLY nice and TASTY weekend * Junmyeon widely open his eyes, already trying to runaway from what he knows it’s coming * with Tan AND * quickly moves camera and starts to run after filming caught off-guard Junmyeon * my other beautiful cat here ¬ ¬ ¬ ¬ *  

- stoop, hyung - whines Junmyeon, already surrendering and smiling

- he looks so beautiful now doesn’t he? my junmyeonie always looks gorgeous no matter what - easily says Minseok, making exol’s go wild with the surprise - I’m gonna turn off now, cause I’m going to spend  some time with my best friend ok? * junmyeon both blushes and complains about minseok not letting him give a word to the fans *

- aaah-wait, let me say hi to my followers, wait hyung-

- noo, shut the cameras, you guys are not allowed to see what we’re doing now hahahaha

- nooo, SORRY EXOL’S, HE CAN’T USE ISTG PROPER-

* story finished *

- you-re not gonna post this, hyung.

- Why? - already posting

- That’s why they don’t allow you to posts many things on your istg, hyung, - half laughing, half worrying, said Junmyeon, Minseok’s best friend, walking to the kitchen after the rest of the beers.

[shiryonsheli]

aside from getting his body back and simply surviving up to the promised day, what is alphonse's dream for his life? what are the things he wants to accomplish before he dies, personally, after all this is said and done, outside of the list of food he wants to eat?

[ @izumier | Character questions | Accepting ]

i bolded the tl;dr sentences.......

i am SO glad u asked this esp emphasizing BEYOND the food bc here’s the truth of the matter: alphonse has made lists on lists on lists and plans on plans on plans for everything he wanted to do after he got his body back. this, of course, includes the food, but for all the emphasis put on that in the series itself, we don’t even get to see his reactions to trying it for the first time. from my perspective, this is because even though it’s an intention for his character, it’s not actually something that truly affects him in the long run. although it would have been great to see as a bonus chapter or 4koma comic (or good to rp....hint hint everyone), it’s ultimately...irrelevant.

something that really gets me is that al was 9 or 10 when they performed the transmutation--for the first several years of his life in the armor, he’s like ACTUALLY babey. he doesn’t even know if getting his body back is a possibility; i can’t remember if it’s canon but iirc the elrics had an aversion to alchemy during that whole period of recovery for ed, but i don’t think al necessarily stopped studying. i think that in the post-human transmutation days, al read every book he was able from the elrics home library in hoenheims room and in the rockbell’s house if for no other reason than not being able to sleep meant he had to find something to focus on besides the trauma. 

how is this relevant to post promised day ?? because al exposed himself to just about everything he could!!! he’s interested in everything--science and alchemy up top, of course, but everything from history to art to knitting to literature is all, in al’s humble opinion, relevant and important. he’s become a person that has incorporated learning into his everyday routine and that routine has also included, throughout the series itself, vagabonding from place to place. 

and in the back of his mind i think al always had his doubts about whether they’d be successful and had his backup plans in case it didn’t work out--his backup plans mostly being staying out in the countryside and publishing research--but most of his dreams and goals for getting his body back were kind of pipe dreams in his opinion that he didn’t let himself really make plans for. especially towards the end of the series when it seemed less and less likely he’d make it out of everything alive let alone with his body (his backup plan after really getting into the journey became more about moving to central and becoming a research assistant in central so he could stay in contact with a lot of the people he’d come to trust and enjoy like team mustang).

essentially, he pushed a lot his plans to the side to compartmentalize and focus on the state’s issues. it isn’t until after he’s gotten his body back and is well into recovery that he starts talking about what he really wants to do, and something that really piqued his interest was medicine. after all, he grew up family friends with biomechanical engineers, knowing medical alchemy no doubt would have helped loads throughout their journey, and mei’s introducing him to alkahestry definitely piqued his interest. 

i think its talking about that new interest in the medical field that sparks the idea for the “use 10, give 11″ and most of his focus is in medicine but NOT necessarily with plans to become a doctor. research has always been part of his life and so has the journey that comes with it; al loves to travel. maintaining that aspect of his life is important and i think he actively incorporates it in his research because of the new experiences, places, people, and beauty that comes with it. basically, he becomes a rambling mentor who goes where his research takes him and that’s alright with him. part of this is also bc i keep thinking van “golden haired alchemist bringing new techniques across the land” hoenheim and i’m like Yeah Al Inherited That Part. if u combine hoenheims wandering and izumis teaching + love for children......u get alphonse post promised day.

as far as what he actually wants to accomplish it’s like well YEAH okay prove the new scientific theory but here are some bullet point goals:

- raise a cat or dog as a travelling companion 

- have first kiss.....hehehehehe

- become fluent in xingese

- publish at least one research essay and have his research quoted in a classroom setting/academic environment

- write memoirs of their journey/bind together his poetry + journals

- become at least one person’s genuine first choice when it comes to needing advice/a friend (basically......he wants a best friend. ed’s ok but c’mon...)

this got REALLY LONG so tl;dr -- he becomes a wayfaring teacher who’s REALLY researching how to make a buddy.

[haespoir]

witch / cafe owner ! doyoung

genre: tooth rotting fluff

pairing: doyoung x reader  

warnings: cringe? ? ? 

word count: 1.4k 

a/n: i needed witch doyoung but this turned more into cafe owner,,, so i might do a more witch related one?? ? hehehe idk i just word vomited so i hope you enjoy :-)

ok so you cant tell me that doyoung is not a musical witch 

like say whatever you want 

but he’s got music flowing through his veins

this means he works with music, musical chimes, or rhythm during his spells and rituals !!! 

like imagine him humming and singing during a ritual aaa a. a a

or even playing instruments like the triangle or something 

omg that would be so PRECIOUS 

however 

contrary to popular belief his house is not loud or noisy 

he has little music boxes that he’s charmed to play in harmony with each other ( think merry go round of life from howl’s moving castle ) 

it’s so calming and just ugh. 

it literally calms your soul 

which is a good thing !! ! ! 

bc he runs a small little cafe in town hehehe with the same charmed music boxes 

it’s a small little two story cafe that sits snug between a hair shop and a bookstore

which means he gets a lot of business 

usually he’s able to handle it all

with his little charmed whisks and ovens working hard in the back, he’s never really needed much help around his little cafe 

it’s not until idols start going to the hair shop next door and that means a huge influx of customers bc everyone wants to get their hair done at the same shop as their idol 

spoiler doyoung thinks it’s dumb and the excited shrieks of the fans piss him off 

like when he glares at his fansites,,, that’s exactly how he glares at the fans that come and disrupt his peace

i mean he’s so used to the calm bustle of his normal customers 

the wild crowds that come and go drive him crazy 

and he no longer wants to work the counter anymore 

so a help wanted sign goes up 

and that’s where you come in ! 

you’re actually not bending over backwards broke because of college 

but you’re tired of asking your parents for money and you just want to get your own job so you buy them gifts with your own money 

( aaawww how cute what a good soul ) 

now you’ve always been a regular at doyoung’s little cafe 

every time you walk in your eyes are literally shining because it is so FASCINATING 

you’ve never been to a cafe as cozy as his 

you’re not sure if it’s the twinkling music that dances in the air or if it’s the warm tones of the brick wall

or maybe it’s the foliage that occupies the corners where the ceiling and wall meet that wrap the cafe in this type of comforting vibe 

you often do your homework there,,,, and perhaps take too many naps but it’s kind of inevitable because wow that place is just so calming and cozy 

anyways 

as soon as the sign goes up, you’re the first one to apply and doyoung is like ? ?  i didn’t even have the sign up for two days 

but he knows you’re a regular and he kind of trusts you? ? ? 

which is how you get the job in less than a week 

soon you’re donning a loose fitting white blouse with a black ribbon tie and a warm brown apron, working comfortably besides doyoung hehee

it doesn’t take long for you to really grasp how everything works and you absolutely love working there? ? ? 

i mean given doyoung is usually the one making the drinks and giving out orders while you take care of the cash register 

you two fall into a routine and it’s quite comforting 

lets say about two months pass by and while you love your job and doyoung is one of the best bosses you’ve ever had, you don’t know much about him?? 

you know that, while he’s an amazing baker, he prefers to let his enchanted utensils do the work. you know that he prefers white chocolate over any other ( which is gross doyoung you’re nasty i still love you but white chocolate is NASTY ) and he always is drinking a mango white tea  

but it’s not enough ? ?

so one day you gather the courage to ask him to hang out 

like outside of work 

and good lord did you need a lot of courage 

imagine doyoung, cherry bomb!era purple hair, a dark navy beret sitting snug upon his head as he looks at you, his eyebrow raised slightly in curiosity; a loose white blouse resting on his broad shoulders and it’s unbuttoned enough for you to see the thin silver chain that rests on his neck 

i think i would faint oh my 

but you’re able to mutter the words out “can we hang out, like outside of work? i mean i just want to get to know my boss !!! ” 

and gosh doyoung is so precious he just says of course with the gummiest smile and you feel your heart jump out of you chest 

like the uwu jumped out 

i mean 

perhaps you did have a teensy crush on him 

like you’ve never heard him really sing, but gosh he’s always humming and with the most endearing closed lip smile too 

it reduces your heart into a pile of goo in your chest 

and even when he asks questions like if any goods need to be replaced,, your heart is ZOOMING 

it makes sense that he’s a witch with an affinity for music 

his voice is literally music to your ears and does things to your heart that you can’t explain

so maybe it’s more than a teensy little crush 

a big Crush with a capital C and emphasis on big 

but anyways the big day rolls around and you’re so NERVOUS ! !! !

you guys meet outside of the cafe and soon you’re off down the street 

and your thoughts are just running wild 

does he feel the attraction between you two? 

is it just all in your head? ? ? 

but you’re too shy to ask and soon enough you guys are off to visit a museum,,, about witches hehehe 

i mean people know about witches and in this perfect world that i’ve crafted, there are no stereotypes that hurt them 

so doyoung takes you through the museum and you can literally feel the excitement oozing off of him 

he’s animatedly talking about everything and holding your hand without even realizing it ( or so you think ) 

you’re being dragged around by him, but not in a bad way 

it’s so nice to see him passionately telling you about things that you’ve never really went out of your way to learn about  

and doyoung’s heart is soaring 

bc like you’re so interested in his history, in learning about where he comes from and it just makes him infinitely happy !! 

Big Spoiler: he most definitely has a crush on you and has had one since you’ve stepped foot into his cafe 

but the day is spent so nicely with him ? ? it’s like you guys were made for each other ( going✈soulmate!au ) and you’re so upset that you’ve wasted so much time bc you were too shy 

anyways you guys are walking back to your place bc he refuses to let you walk home alone ( A WWW W ) your fingers are intertwined and they’re swinging with every step 

your heart at this point has fallen out of your ass and you’re going ✈ DEEPLY IN LOVE WITH KIM DONGYOUNG !!! 

all you can think about is how perfect the day was and you honestly wouldn’t mind doing it again 

like everyday LMAOFNS

but you’re in your own world until his voice breaks your little trance 

“you know i’m mad that it took this long” 

and you’re like bro wtf u mean ? ? 

“i’ve liked you since you’ve set foot into my cafe.” 

BOOM ! your heart? ? ? gONE 

you’ve got your phone out, calling a lawyer bc you want to sue him for making your heart explode 

like you literally can’t bite back the smile that itches to break out across the span of your lips and you’re just ?? speechless ?? 

he lets out the most melodic chuckle you’ve ever heard in your life and you’re still searching for words and it’s like he’s stolen them 

he ruffles your hair, with the most affectionate and endearing smile on his lips. you can see the smile lines forming above his cheeks 

and you swear there’s no one else in the world but you two and wow he’s just perfect 

“let’s do this again, soon. and not as an employee wanting to get to know their boss, but as your first date, with your boyfriend.” 

and of course you say yes heheheheh 

[hyyunjinn]

    I swear if I forgot someone, and I feel like I am because I’m so bad at keeping track of things, I’m gonna go scream. ALSO: all those tags and mentions I’ve been tagged in, I swear I saw them but it was usually when I’m in the middle of doing something and I didn’t want to reblog aND THEN I JUST LOST THE TAG so I’m sorry ; - ;

    But uh, I. Reached. 3K. Followers. On this blog a while ago actually I’m just that lazy of a person and I never do anything on time. And I just wanted to say thank you so much for supporting me and screaming about Stray Kids daily? I haven’t been feeling the greatest emotionally which is why this might turn into a rant—but I just want to use my emotional energy for something good and that’s saying thank you! This is the first time a community has shown so much interest in my work and supporting it and I really, really can’t say how much I appreciate you all. I’ve been creating content for a while now, but it just never got the support I hoped for and,,, idk—just the fact that you guys like this blog just makes me so happy. And it’s not just the gifs: the gfx and writing that I post are the ones I care more about and I’ve gotten so many positive comments on it ahhhhhhh I want to hug each and everyone of you.   

    I know I don’t respond that well and those who tried to talk to me are probably disappointed by how I keep up a conversation but aklsfjasf I want to use this an appreciation post for all the wonderful people I met because of Stray Kids. Also, I want to say that, I’ve tried to talk and support you guys all—even if I don’t follow you, I lurk your blog and stuff—it’s just wow, we’re getting really big and I feel bad not being able to interact with everyone BUT I WANT TO SAY THAT ALL OF YOU ARE SO AMAZING AND WONDERFUL AND YOU WORTH MORE THAN YOU BELIEVE YOU DO. I think it’s easier for me to talk about random stuff on kakaotalk so uhhh, if you wanna shoot me a message my id is cicikookie!    

    And just to my followers in general: thank you so much for sticking around haha. I see a lot of regular usernames and lurk sometimes haha so ;)) Thank you ♡

    Thank you again for being so supportive and I love interacting with all of you: LET’S SUPPORT STRAY KIDS TOGETHER FOR A LONG TIME!

    So, I guess I’ll start with the personalized messages:

@changlix Wow Lexi, you were my first friend in this fandom anD IDK WHAT IT WAS THAT MADE ME DROP MY USERNAME TO YOU BUT AKLSJFALSF LOL I’M SO GLAD WE’RE FRIENDS because everyone loves you and you’re amazing and I love your blog and everything and alskdfjaslfd you’re really crazy but I love you and ahHhHhhh. I know you’re busy with life, but whenever we talk even for like 2 messages at a time, I love it so much. ESPECIALLY WHEN WE WERE THROWING SHADE AT EACH OTHER EARLY ON. I still. Can’t believe. yOUR PROFILE PICTURE IS STILL HYUNJIN ON TWT WYD GIRL. And you calling me a hoe—wow, I keep that close to my heart. HAHA BUT ALL JOKES ASIDE, I appreciate you so much for being the inclusive self that you are and keep being amazing. Okay, I’ll admit: when you told me to “take care of your man properly or i’m coming for him cici” I THINK THAT’S THE REASON I’M STILL LOYAL TO HIM OR I WOULD’VE SWERVED AGES AGO. Thanks Lexi, you’re best ;) altho how could you come for him when i am taking care of him, traitor

@manny27lei I’m adding you here but I don’t even wanna write you anything hAH. YOU DON’T EVEN TALK ABOUT SK. MAKE A SIDEBLOG AND I MIGHT

jk ily thanks for listening to me cry everyday and laskfdjasf it’s crazy how we met because of sk but it’s not even because of sk, it’s because of svt whoops

@seungminty yOU’RE STILL MY FAVE SEUNGMIN STAN AND YOU FOREVER WILL BE. ULT SEUNGMIN STAN. And ofc vocal line enthusiast. Thank you for being you and asklfdjasldf goodness, sometimes I worry that you’re being too hard on yourself MAR ILY AND THE GC LOVES YOU AND BE CONFIDENT! YOU’RE AMAZING AND A TIIINY BIT OF YOURSELF GOTTA FLAUNT IT. You keep the chat going and ahhHhhH I don’t even know how much I want to say the fact that I appreciate you so much. Thank you thank you thank you ♡ random confession: you make me really soft because you’re so soft and i just wanna hug you until everything goes well for you

@princeminho ASFKLJASLFD MAHI! MY CEREAL BUDDY! I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE YOU WERE A actually, the fact that he was your icon should’ve told me bUT WHAT. MINHO STAN SINCE DAY ONE? WHY DID IT TAKE YOU SO LONG TO ADMIT IT AHAHHAHAHAH I’M STILL SO SHOOK. You’re so lowkey about your love for him and I feel and it’s really cute and lksadfjalsd FAVE MINHO STAN BC I DON’T FEEL LIKE I NEED TO FIGHT YOU UNLIKE SOMEONE/ Thank you for just hanging around and taking our shit and just being you—I love talking to you so much, you’re so amazing and ♡♡♡♡♡

@9traykids I give up. You can have Minho. You save me every time you send in Hyunjin photos and I cannot appreciate you enough hAH THEY’RE SO CUTE AND I JUST START SPAZZING OUT AND ALSFJDASDF that one photo where you badly edited with “i ♡ cici” I AM SO THANKFUL FOR THAT AHHHHH. stop making me cry ; - ; I love talking to you and you’re so randomly funny and laskdfjasf THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU ILY ♡♡♡♡♡

@seungchanie HI YOU AMAZING PERSON I LOVE YOU SOSOSOOSOSO MUCH YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW. I’m not quite even sure how we met but it’s like one of those friendships where it feels like it’s been forever because, everything is just a blur but there are good moments, you know what I mean? Vale, I love you so much—you’re so cute and friendly and whenever we talk, I get so excited because you’re so excited and hehe aHHHHHHHH LEMME JUST HUG YOU. You’re always there and yOUR CONTENT. I LOVE YOUR CUTE LITTLE FANARTS AND THAT 3RACHA SCIFI AU WTF I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR YOUR AMAZINGNESS. You have a really simplistic style and I love it so much mwah

@hyunjinh laksdjf hi jas!! oKAY CAN I JUST SAY YOU’RE PROBABLY MY TUMBLR CRUSH BUT LIKE, WE TALKED BEFORE BUT I STILL DON’T ASLKDFJASD IDK YOU’RE REALLY COOL AND I REALLY LIKE TALKING TO YOU but idk how to keep a convo going and ahHhhHh LOWKEY BLUSHING BC I REALLY LIKE YOU HAHAH you’re really amazing and I love your blog and I hope we can become better friends hehe.

@straykidzz OKAY TBH IDEK WHEN OR HOW BUT THE FACT THAT WE NEVER HAD LIKE, A PROPER CONVERSATION and yet we act like good friends is aslkdfjasldf—maybe it’s a mutual thing hehe aHHH MANDA ILYSM AND JUST SEEING YOU ON MY DASH MAKES ME SO HAPPY. Or maybe it’s the fact that you’ve been here as long as me heheh. I hope we get to know each other better and skajflasdf W A H ♡♡♡♡♡♡ TAKE MY HEARTS

@chanbng Fishy, you. are SO AMAZING — we never seem to be on the chat at the same time but you’re so sweet and lasdfjasdlf wow i’m highkey crushin haha AHHHHHHHI JUST WANNA SAY I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH AND THANKS FOR BEING YOU and i hope we get to talk more heheh

@aussieline KLASDFJALKSDF YA BIBI WE NEVER ACTUALLY HAD A REAL CONVERSATION BUT JUST, THIS MUTUAL THING WE GOT GOING ON? ILYSM YOU ARE SO AMAZING AND YOUR ARTWORK ALWAYS MAKES ME SMILE AND AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH we gotta talk more omg but thank you for providing my dark life with cute fanart and cute tags, you’re adorable

@jeongin-ie sup smol softie ilySM WE GOTTA START CHATTING FOR REAL OR SMTH YO which means i should be the one who sends the message but laskdfjsadf i su k but i also want to be better friends with you ; - ; hit me up with your kkt thO THEN WE CAN CHAT PLSPSPSLSPSL i hate chatting on tumblr lmao CJ, YOUR WORK IS AMAZING AND YOUR BLOG IS CUTE AND YOU’RE CUTE thanks for being you :)

@strgaykids Okay. I SAW YOUR 3K POST THING AND YOU ARE SO PRETTY I NEARLY FELL OFF MY CHAIR CONGRATS ON HITTING THE MILESTONE TOO! You make the fandom so much more fun and I love the shitposts you have TBH, I REALLY HOPE WE GET TO BECOME FRIENDS OR SOMETHING BECAUSE YOU SEEM, I was gonna say chill, but maybe lit? but that doesn’t really make anysense—tHE POINT IS: hiimciciandihopewe’lltalklaterinthefuturehehebyegottablast

@spearbin asklfjdsaldf pffffffft Camille right? YOU ARE SO TALENTED AND I JUST, LOVE YOU AS A PERSON AND SEEING YOU SPAZZ OUT IN THE TAGS IS SO CUTE and i have a highkey tumblr crush on you but like, we’ve interacted before and >///< AHHHH HIHIHI I REALLY WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND BUT I’M SUPER AWKAWRD I HIGHKEY HOPE YOU DON’T SEE THIS BUT YOU PROBABLY WILL AND PFFFFFT I’LL JUST, LEAVE NOW

@chanskitty AHHHHH DIAN HOW ARE YOU?????? I know we don’t talk as much anymore but — ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ You’re so amazing and chill and ahhhhhhhh. You are taking care of yourself right? Getting sleep? I HOPE WE GET TO TALK MORE SOON ♡ I’LL SEND A MESSAGE OR SMTH tag you in something????/// :DD

@realstraykids Did you know it took me a couple of weeks (or was it days) after following you to realize that your url is the same handle as Stray Kids’ official ig name alskfdjasdf I FACEPALMED MYSELF SO HARD LMAO — also hold on, I didn’t know you’re minho bIASED AH YESSSSSSSSSS Em. I really hope we get to know each other better beCAUSE YOU’RE SO COOL AND I LOVE YOUR EDITS SO MUCH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH They’re really different but a good kind of different and tell me your ways of sitting in front of a computer screen and masking each frame of a moving object hOW I HATE DOING THAT

@stray-k1ds hOLy cow I don’t think i actually know your name—is it Tiffany? I THINK WE FORGOT TO INTRODUCE OURSELVES—I’m Cici! AND I LOVE TALKING TO YOU YOU’RE SO CUTE AND LASKFJAAKD I love your cute little scenarios and all that and keep up the good work!!!!!!! I HOPE WE CAN BECOME BETTER FRIENDS AY

@jeongn pfft Nicolle, you actually haVEN’T DONE ANYTHING IN A WHILE THAT MADE ME WANT TO BLOCK YOU AHAHHALSFKJASLDF i still can’t get that image of tired chan and his accent coming out whAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME you can be so cool and so fREAKING TALENTED I CAN’T BELIEVE SOMEONE LIKE YOU FOLLOWS M E. I love the times we do actually talk, so! :))) I hope we become better friends ayyYyyyyYYY

@stray4419 hehehehehe i know we just started talking but Chi, you are so kindhearted and i’ve said it twice and i’ll say it again: thank you so so so much for personally offering me a shoulder to cry on haha. You have no idea how touched I was and I really can’t thank you enough. LET’S MEET UP SOMETIME AND CRY ABOUT STRAY KIDS TOGETHER YO AHHHHHHHHH

@woojinskids eASILY YOU’RE MY FAVE WOOJIN STAN M. YOU’RE SO SOFT FOR HIM AND READING YOUR TAGS FOR HIM IS SO CUTE I actually fall in love with him even more every time you talk about him aahahh I know we don’t talk as much but I really love seeing you around ♡

@chxngbins NehaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I MISS TALKING TO YOUUUUUUU and your old username not gonna lie alskdfjasdf whoops but AHHH YOU’RE SO CUTE and smart wow and asldfkjsdf I wish I was as levelheaded as you pFFT. You are so amazing and smol and i associate you with that picture of namjoon eating pizza lmao BUT AHHHH KEEP BEING YOU ILYSM

@felixsfreckles I WAS LOOKING THROUGH MY FOLLOWING LIST AND ASLKDFJASLDFK WTF I CAN’T BELIEVE I WASN’T FOLLOWING YOU THE ENTIRE TIME i feel so bad omg i’m sorry—actually hold on, are you not a felix stan anymore wH A T. but alskfa hiiiiii thanks for being amazing!!!!!!!!  idk, you’re like one of those mutuals that, I’m sorta comfortable knowing that you exist? because you are so nice and we’ve been on here for so long kinda thing haha ♡

@bunny-minsungie asfjkdhsda I KNOW OUR CHAT IS PRETTY MUCH ALL BUSINESS SOUNDING/RELATED NOW BUT I JUST WANNA TAKE THE TIME TO SAY THANK YOU FOR BEING AMAZING and doing so much ; - ; Now that I think about it, we don’t even talk about anything else noooooooo but I really appreciate you Lys ♡ and that demon!hyunjin au is seriously taking over me omf

@bbang-channie Dude Leah, you are so cool omg—you’re so inviting and fun to talk to and AHHHHH I REALLY HOPE WE GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER BETTER BECAUSE LKSDJAFLSDF FROM THE SHORT TIME WE’VE TALKED VIA GCs, I love it  ; - ; UGH I FEEL SO BAD FOR NOT KNOWING WHAT ELSE TO SAY BUT!!! I APPRECIATE YOU BUDDY!!  

@seoracha I KNOW YOU’RE NOT EVEN HERE ANYMORE but i just wanna say you the craziest triple biaser i’ve met probably the only triple biaser i know and honestly idek how your brain works but lmao miri you’re so cool ily

@utlwoojisung @kim-squishmin @doublekn0t @chanyeolsidepiece @vallkyr @hi-hello32 @sparklingthoughtss @straykidding @indiepoptime @f3lix-lee @ultchris @maaatryoshka @straykidsstan @softlix OKOK I KNOW WE’VE TALKED BEFORE/ARE MESSAGING/SOMEHOW INTERACTED AND YOU SEEM COOL but alksdfsd like, I don’t know you guys as well bUT I APPRECIATE ALL OF YOU ALL TOO AND I HOPE WE CAN GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER BETTER! :))

Ummmm, here are people that I follow and don’t really know but uhhhh ihopewegettotalkonedayahahiwantmorefriendsandyouguysseemreallycooltotalktoahhh @jicue @chans97 @cosychans @lees-minho @leefelixs @chngbins @changbinsplushie @starrykids @softstraykids @sprearb @stray-keeds-in-yo @straykeeds @hyuunjins @bvian @straybros @straykidsmp3 @straykiz @straybabies @stkids @1straykids @felixeslee @jeonginie @jeongin @str4y-kids @bchanies @changbln

[psychopathicwriting]

home alone

“How childish,” Dark said casting a disgusted look to Anti and InFelix. “She leaves for one week and you both decide the best thing to do is to mess around.” He was watching InFelix go into the girls room and play one of her guitars. Something she’d scream to them about if they ever thought of doing it. Anti on the other hand decided to be more intrusive and was going through her clothes.

“Hehehehehe,” Antis voices giggled wickedly when he pulled out bras. “Red,” Anti growled. “Would love to see it.” Dark rolled his eyes. Anti pulled out more clothes and when he saw a pair of blue underwear he lost his smile. “Think I’ll keep these.” Dark and virus almost felt sorry for the girl.

“YOURE MY WONDERWAAAAAAL,” InFelix cried out. Virus peeked in at the chaos.

“I have no idea how your original got a girlfriend that way.” Virus retorts. InFelix didn’t pay him any attention. He was way too into the guitar.

Dark sighed and shook his head. He wasn’t going to babysit the two of them, but he would keep the house in okay condition. After all, if they betrayed her trust too much, she might kick them all out. And as much as he hated to use her, Dark needed her for things.

“This is gonna be a long week.” Virus mused.

“I DONT KNOW HOW WE MADE IT WITHOUT HER!” InFelix yelled. It was the last day of them all being alone with each other. “I NEED TO EAT.” He let out smoke that made its way all over the house.

“She’ll be back soon,” Dark reasoned. “Just wait.” Dark about to leave to go pick her up at the airport. “Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone, please.” Anti snarled at Dark, insulted again.

This week was utter hell. While it was fun the first two days, it got boring really fast. Anti went on a sort of bender, killing around three people each day. But today he knew she’d come back. He cleaned up his act. He was bored. And hungry.

InFelix was stuffing himself with burgers and pizza everyday. He missed the cooking. He had played his usual tricks on people, one of them the neighbors. But the food, or lack thereof was driving him insane. He’s been around for over a thousand years, yet he barely understood how he survived without the food.

“I CANT WAIT FOR HER SHES GONNA TAKE ALL DAY TO COOK.”

“Then cook yourself.” Virus said. He had been the only one to not make a mess and had minded his own business. While Dark cleaned up after the other two, Virus was ‘i good boy’.

InFelix ran to the kitchen and opened the fridge. He pulled out a bunch of defrosted chicken and pulled out a pan. He got the toaster oven and bread and put some in to crisp up.

“You can’t cook.” Anti would have no part in InFelix’s shenanigans. Instead he’d watch him fuck everything up.

“We need food. I need food.” InFelix seemed almost delirious. But he moved around the kitchen, not knowing much about what spices to use and what equipment did what. Fourty minutes passed and Anti looked at the toaster oven. He saw the little flames dancing inside the oven and walked towards the door.

The girl walked in the house with dark in tow. He was pulling her carry-on along. Anti smirked when he saw her.

“Welcome back,” he said. She smiled and pulled him into a hug. People could hear running coming from the kitchen.

“YOURE BACK PLEASE MAKE FOOD.” InFelix shouted pulling her into a hug.

“Uh…” She laughed. “Can’t we just order in?”

“NO.” Dark sniffed the air as InFelix begged for food. He knew something was burning. And after he told them not to do anything stupid! He walked up to the girl.

“Not to alarm you, but, something seems to be on fire.” InFelix’s eyes widened when he heard it.

“THE TOAST.” He ran to the kitchen.

[monbabi]

this just popped into my head a lil while ago but what would the members be like as crusty old fellows? I haven't seen much of your writing recently so I thought maybe I could ask you to do what you do best? I just really miss your writings. Grandpa! au? hehehehehe

oh my god this took so long life has been kicking my ASS but anyways aww i miss writing too 😩 ive been so severely unmotivated and busy w everything but im out of school for 2 months so!! hopefully im more active

shownu

• does not understand how technology works he will ask u how to take a picture and get freaked out when live photo kicks in• “ah yes what pretty pictures - oh my god why did it move”• goes back and forth between two photos to see them move• doesn’t faze with anything, it takes a while for things to process• eats the same porridge with orange juice every single day, does not get tired of it• talks SO loudly on the phone u could hear him in the next room

wonho

• he’s that old person u see walking up and down the block with their hands behind their back every morning• drinks omega 3 oil and claims he feels 20 years younger after he drinks it• thinks emojis are the coolest thing• encourages young people to live as long as he has and gives pats on the back • “if u work out like i did back in the days u’ll be as healthy as me!!”• breaks into a coughing fit

minhyuk

• talks to every person he meets, once he sat on the bus next to a woman who ended up having to tell him about her family, her pet parrot, and what college she went to• they ended up exchanging emails bc minhyuk’s such a cute little old man• sometimes when he’s bored he calls up the people he’s talked to and starts off with “hey old sport!”• he’s enthusiastic about everything he attended morning tai chi with kihyun one day and he just kept yelling “C'MON GUYS! GET THOSE RICKETY BONES MOVIN’”

kihyun

• that old man that yells at kids to get off his lawn, probably waves his cane around • looks at himself in the mirror and sighs at his wrinkles bc it just reminds him that he’s old• sings old trot songs while dancing in his living room, hurts his hip and sits back down while singing • pretended he didn’t know minhyuk when he went to morning tai chi with him• ‘go to ur happy place, kihyun, he’s not here, i don’t know a minhyuk-’• “HEY KIHYUN”

hyungwon

• sleeps literally all day • he goes to sleep at 7pm and wakes up at noon, has a 3 o'clock to 4 o'clock nap • when he’s awake he reads books that he never gave back to kihyun, he still gets annoyed phone calls about needing to return the great gatsby• falls asleep while reading sometimes• sometimes he goes out to his front lawn, lays a mat, and naps in the sunlight• no one knows how he’s alive

jooheon

• walks his dog around the neighborhood everyday at 7am• “sanche slow down!! i’m old!!!”• is always playing and listening to throwback hip hop songs • one of those old people that’re like “back in my day music was good”• has a bunch of winnie the pooh antique plates in a cabinet at home that he doesn’t let anyone touch• wears that paper boy hat every single day

changkyun

• literally has more facebook friends than u, no one understands how • leaves comments on facebook posts about science • “Wow !! back then Pluto wasn’t a Planet! Science has really gotten so far since my time! Good Job Nasa! 👍🏼”• likes every comment underneath that post• likes to look back in photo albums and reminisce on the past

[leio13]

Heyo! If you still remember those ask meme thing, can you do both feat. Soukoku? For the excessive one, Dazai and 29, 20, 14 (those bandages), 23, 7, and 4? And Chuuchuu for the other one, numbers 16, 3, 10, 8, 17, and 6? Damn, the second ask meme is so dark and angsty. Honestly, you don't have to do them how I assigned them. If you want to mix and match, do both, whatever, that's cool.

Hoo boy!! Thanks for the ask! Let’s begin!

Dazai (feat. Excessively Detailed Headcanons)!

29. Reaction to sudden extrapersonal disaster (eg The house is on fire! What do they do?)

Dazai probably reacts too calmly. The house is on fire? No biggie! Dazai probably has everything he considers to be of value on him. He also has lots of money, so he can just buy whatever he needs after they burned up. I imagine if the agency was destroyed, he’d be a little upset, but he’d move on, probably find a new job to save people if the agency doesn’t look to be in salvageable shape.

20. Childhood illnesses? Any interesting stories behind them?

I don’t have any particular illnesses in mind, but he’s definitely had random stomach viruses and colds. Nothing less common like Polio or Leprosy. While I don’t imagine Dazai had any rare illnesses, I bet he had different experiences with them than most do. Little Dazai gets sick, but he needs to keep working. Mori doesn’t really care. Dazai just needs to behave properly for his role. Basically, Dazai might feel terrible, but he continues to go about his Mafia business with his impassive face as if nothing is wrong. Of course, if it interferes significantly with his duties (let’s say throwing up or something), he’ll probably take some medicine to lessen the symptoms, but otherwise, I think he just grins and bears it. Sometimes, he is probably forced to stop working if he’s overworked himself to the point of fainting or something.

14. Physical abnormalities? (Both visible and not, including injuries/disabilities, long-term illnesses, food-intolerances, etc.)

Okay, so before we go on to the bandages (huehuehuehue), let’s talk about Dazai’s bones. They are extremely weak! Not because he has some unfortunate bone disease but because I imagine that they were broken numerous times as a child. So yeah, I think Dazai limbs have put up with a lot of pain and hardships and are very fragile now.

Now, the bandages. Hehehehehe. I’ve always thought that Dazai had scars underneath his bandages. I feel that he’s definitely hiding something otherwise he wouldn’t be so over the top with them (he literally wears them everywhere). I’ve also been under the impression that the bandages cover almost everywhere, and in correspondence, he has scars over the majority of his body. Basically, I think Dazai had to endure a lot of abuse from his teacher, Mori which has led to weak bones and scarred tissue. Dazai has some fond memories of that scalpel...

I do believe, on the other hand, that his bandage eye-patch is merely an accessory.

23. How organized are they? How does this organization/disorganization manifest in their everyday life?

Dazai is organized in a sloppy way. To other people, like Kunikida, Dazai looks like slob, but Dazai actually knows where everything is. Dazai needs everything to be organized even if it doesn’t look that way. He needs to have control over every situation, so he needs to be organized. In the Mafia, I imagine Dazai’s stuff looked as neat and meticulous as he was/is. Now days, he doesn’t want an intimidating appearance, so he acts like a spacey slob.

7. Favorite way to waste time and feelings surrounding wasting time

Dazai’s favorite way to waste time is to tease people. His feelings towards wasting time are mixed. He wants a purpose, and he wants to be working towards that purpose at all times. He doesn’t see a point in living if he isn’t. Unfortunately, Dazai is too smart and accomplishes things too quickly, so he has a lot of free time. For that reason, he appreciates wasting time. If he didn’t have a distraction, he would be forced to focus on all the sorrow and depression he tries to brush aside. It gives him something to do, so he feels productive in the moment. After he’s done wasting time, he doesn’t like it because he needs to be productive. Basically, he’s against wasting time, but he relies on it heavily to cope with his damage mental state.

4. What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Dazai would find a way to not need the kitchen. I don’t think he’s against cooking, but he’s not particularly passionate about it. If he cannot easily access what he needs to make dinner, he’s not going to wait or put an effort into getting what he needs. He’ll probably just get take-out or intrude on one of his friends meals.

Chuuya (feat. Not-Excessive-but-angsty Headcanons)!

16. Dark secrets/’skeletons in the closet’

This would be fun, but I honestly don’t think Chuuya has any dark secrets. Like, most people’s dark secrets are stuff like “I killed a man,” but Chuuya’s killed hundreds of men and everybody knows it. I don’t think he has much to hide honestly.

3. Scars or painful spots

Chuuya’s a fantastic fighter, so I don’t think he really has any recent scars, but he probably has a few from when he was first learning to fight. I don’t really know much about fighting, so I don’t know what’s realistic or not, but perhaps maybe a scar or two on his chest from a knife or something and maybe a few on his arms (also from knives). Sorry I can’t provide a better answer.

10. Fears/phobias

I think Chuuya fears death. He’s brave, so it won’t stop him, but it’s there. It’s like an animal instinct. I don’t have any specific headcanons about his backstory, but I imagine that it was very survival of the fittest.

I also think Chuuya is afraid of losing himself. It was never a concern of his until he first used corruption. Since then, he’s been afraid of falling into inescapable madness. Chuuya has a lot of things that he’s passionate or cares about and he’s also worked really hard to get where is today and to be the person he is today. The thought of losing all of that to insanity devastates him.

8. Bad memories/experiences

Corruption. Every time. It doesn’t get better each time you use it. Sure the first time, when it was unexpected, might have been the worst, but the other times are almost as unpleasant and terrifying. As I mentioned previously, Chuuya doesn’t like losing control. He likes to have dominance in most situations (which is probably one reason he doesn’t like Dazai and his underhanded tactics). So to lose control while simultaneously destroying yourself is one of Chuuya’s least favorite things.

I also think he hates thinking about his past, and he’s super grateful to Kouyou for rescuing him from whatever it was. (Crack theory: Chuuya is short because he was malnourished as a child)

17. Regrets

Chuuya regrets every time he fails to protect a subordinate. He really hates Q and kind of regrets not killing him that one time.

6. Their vices (physical or emotional)

Chuuya has an alcohol problem. He likes drinking and tends to rely on it to relieve stress. Unfortunately, he is a lightweight, so embarrassing stuff usually follows. He agrees that’s a bit of a problem, but he likes alcohol too much to stop drinking.

That’s about it! I hope you are satisfied with my lame answers! Thanks for the wonderful (Soukoku) ask!

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Dear Crashpad Diary #31

About the sweet world, perspectives of a supermarket, hairstyle´s funny world, boiling in a hotel room, being attacked during the night, avoiding shakes, one night stands and much more…

Whaaaaats up there beasts?? hope you´ve been great!!

Dunno when this post will be upped because I destroyed my mac charger and atm the battery bar is reaching the dangerous 40% hahahah and we are in Siem Reap, Cambodia… I thought it’d be harder to find an apple store but I had forgotten that these big guys are everywhere… fortunately we found one… but they don´t have the one I need… hahahah more on that later!!

I kinda discovered why the Philippines people are… as all the SEA peeps… extremely kind and sweet!!… I found a supermarket that gives 1kg of sugar on  each 10 quid spent in their store…  hehehe that´s loads!! I wondered if the rates of diabetes disease are proportional to the sweetness of people there heheheh

Still talking about supermarkets… yep… we love going around checking supermarkets!! hahaha…. We were getting some supplies in one of them and when I got to the till the girl asked if I could wait for a sec because at that time, every day, they stop and pray… so quietly we stood in front of her for few mins… its cool how the entire place froze for those mins!!

With their praying time finished, she started passing all our purchases but, I could hear something was going on…. loud music… commotion… I quite didn’t get until I looked back… hahahah there was a huge line of the supermarket´s employees dancing a techno/trance music… in front of the cashiers… hahahaha what the hell was that?? hahahah They had even synchronized moves heheheh As if they´d rehearsed the whole thing for few weeks before the presentation hahahah That was awkward… it was like a wedding party… first everyone gets quiet for the religious ceremony… but when that finishes…. ma man…. the party is on!! hahahahah

Supermarket always surprising us… does not matter when or where… it will always provide some fun!! hehe

So.. with those supplies… and some new street dance steps… in our bags we headed north.. aiming the beachy and islandy El Nido! The roads are good but full of zigzags and it´s quite easy to get motion sickness as Luh did!! hehehe

The northern Palawan island is stunning, the nature lives there in its full exuberance, the beaches are pristine and incredible, the water blue as I´ve few times seen in all my trips, the shapes of the mountains, the trees, the reefs, every single detail brought the place to a whole new level for me… now… the beaches must do better to impress me…

I´m kinda sad because of that… hahaha It´s like when I ate Chorizo beef in Argentinian Patagonia… the thing was so tasty and great that I was sure it would never get any better so I became vegetarian…. true story!!

Should I stop going to new beaches then??? haha Nope!! haha We went to, what I think, the best and most beautiful beach I’ve ever been to… Nacpan Beach / Twin beaches… Google it and you´ll see what I´m talking about!!

Something the Palaweños are not good is… hairstyle… I know at least one person that had trouble… he was yelling at one guy who cut his hair… it was a simple style… mull-hawk… but for some reason, he used one size in one side and a different one the other side hehehehe and the poor tourist kept shouting: wait… I´m not gonna go like this… if you think I´m gonna walk around looking like this you´re wrong!! hahahaha

Twas funny and reminded me of a friend that had long hair, went to a barber shop some few months earlier in India and the barber messed up so fucking hard with his hair that I had to fix it! hahahahaha

For our days in El Nido, we booked a place through Agoda… they offer loads of good deals (I already wrote about it!!)… and off we went…

As soon as we got there, we kinda found the place weird and the pics weren’t like the ad… some parts were under construction, but you know… these places are different… you can´t expect too much, neither compare the hostels in a far away place in a Philippine island with one in Bangkok… We didn’t bother… got to the room and it looked ok!

The things started to get funny when we asked for the wifi password… no wifi… even though the ad said the hotel had internet… the reception guys said his boss had not paid the bill…. What??? hahaha He promised they would fix it soon… Spoiler: until these days the place does not have internet!! hahahaha

Well… no problem… we can live without connection for a week… hehe I could use a gap week!! hahaha it reboots my systems!! hehehe

Anyways.. As we would stay there for a while and it´s freaking hot, we got a room with AC… sweet… I could not wait for… after a day outdoors… boiling… get to a cool room and sleep as an angel… what would happen everyday! Sweet… there we were.. relaxing when suddenly… power cut… haha turned out that the hostel has power cuts everyday around 6pm until 10-ish pm…. hahaha are you serious??

The hostel says they have AC in the rooms but hides that there is no electricity… hahahahahah is the same as having a car without petrol you fuckers!! hahahah I´m laughing but I was pissed!!

Wanna know the worst?? First nite the guy said it wasn’t usual… at the second night, he said it would be the last time… and we stayed because we are reasonable people… but the last one… when I asked about it and the wifi… and told him that if they could not deliver what they sold us I could get my money back and go to a new place, he replied: My boss told you that, if you have problems you can contact Agoda, we won’t give your money back!!

Man… I am pretty calm.. but I spent literally the amount of 2 nights there to call Agoda in the UK to complain, we left the place in no time… those bastards can´t do that!!

So… Don´t book a place called LA MINA GRANDE in El Nido in any case!! You´ll be better of sleeping at the beach with tons of mosquitos!! hehe

I had also to write an email to Agoda that handled the problem in a great way… Fair play to them!! =)

The place had so many problems and I described, detailed and sent so many pictures, that they refunded me straight away… even offering me 20€ off next booking!! hahahahahah

The hostels are providing us greatly with, let´s say, peculiarities!! In the hostel we stayed in Puerto Princesa, a mango or two or all of then would fall from the tree located above the room making you wake up as if you were being attacked by bombs… the funny fact is that the mangos seem to fall massively during the night!! hahahahah

However… the oscar of most laughable happen goes to…. mangos falling…. or drums….. to the girl that broke in our room during the night to sleep with me!! hahaha And I did not even know her!! hehehehehe

Imagine yourself sleeping and around 4 am someone lies in your bed suddenly and unexpectedly!! hahahaha yep… that happened!! hehe She was drunk… entered the hostel.. found a door opened… that was our door… and she decided take a nap in someone´s bed… that was me!! heheheheh When I saw that it felt like those out of body experiences… hahahah as I tried to understand what was going on… she kept grumbling some stuff hahahahah

I reminded her she was in my bed… and I was there too… (If it wasn´t in use I might’ve let go but I needed that!!) hahahahahah And I asked her to go and talk to the reception… if she needed a place to stay they could work on sth… but that room was packed!!

She was quite drunk and when I stood up to talk to the reception she left too, so I turned back to the room… close the door and slept again… hahahahah

Crazy enough… I checked the day after and no one went to the reception at that time!! hahaha if another girl that was in the same room hadn´t seen the crazy girl getting to the room too I´d think I was dreaming!! hahahahah

As you can see… the comedy never stop in this corner of the world… I´ll keep posting yas!!

Hope you liked the text!! =)

All the best vibes and smiles ever beasts!

Cheers,

Evan