#oyasumi means goodnight

[plushieanimals]

✨ pokemon oyasumi poképeace 🌙

[blankalisek]

[imsomeguy1]

close- (starts crying rolling into a ball bouncing down the court flying up and swishing thrus the hoop)

[sashi-ya]

おやすみ sfw. byakuya kuchiki x f! reader.

✦ a cute scenario of a dream I had. I wrote it some time ago. Please enjoy. おやすみ (oyasumi) means goodnight. ✦ tw: none. write some headcanons about Sojun and Byakuya's mother. the banner contains an edited panel from ch. 179 by me. He isn't smiling in the original one. ✦ wc: 1.3k

The eyes of endless night skies feel dry and tired. His eyelids become heavy, his back hurts. Delicate hands, sleek fingers, hold the pen and one by one the papers get the fancy swirls of his signature plastered in them.

Captain Kuchiki isn’t used to yawning; however, this time he does. He realizes how much of an useful lieutenant Renji can be when is gone.

Byakuya stops for a second to look outside. It’s already really dark, but the bright silver light of the moon kisses the soft, ethereal, and ephemeral buds of Hanami.

He asks himself how might Rukia be? Is she safe? Is she enjoying the flowers with Renji? The captain sighs. The kids have grown up and now they are spending some free days in the world of the living for nothing else than their own honeymoon.  

A soft smile appears on his lips. Tired eyes that also soften. Nobody sees him smile, and that’s exactly how it should be. An everlasting seriousness that shows how noble, calm, and collected the head of the clan is.

But… how much he wished he could smile with her…

The rustling of the trees outside slowly lull the captain to a sleepy state in which there is no coming back. But he doesn’t want to go to bed; Byakuya believes it’s not fair. He must finish, or, he wouldn’t get the right to sleep tight on his own big, comfortable bed.

He, also, is aware that in such state he won’t be able to do a proper work. So, he drags himself to the big seat that has belonged to every head clan; It’s bigger than a normal seat, in which more than one person could fit… but, ironically, it is only allowed just for a single person to sit… but not always, not always that had been the case.

The long-haired noble collapses on it. Just a cushion lies next to him; he grabs it. His delicate hands squeeze and grip tight to the velvety fabric. He remembers how sometimes, while being a kid, he enjoyed sleeping with his head lying on Sojun’s lap. He remembers how his dad would tell him about his daily adventures as a Lieutenant, while played with his hair until he would fall into the oneiric world with a sweet smile on his round face.

He also remembers how, most of the times, his dad would fall asleep as soon as he did. And how, his mother, would cover both of them with a mantle of knitted love, kissing their foreheads to wish them goodnight.  

Byakuya shakes his head. This lack of sleep is making his eyes get watery. Yes, it has to be the lack of sleep…

Soon, his heavy eyelids win against Byakuya’s attempts for keeping them up. And he drifts so peacefully into a much-needed sleep session.

The paperwork doesn’t feel heavy on your arms as the way your heart does when you see his face.

“He looks so peaceful there” you think, watching the most beautiful soul your eyes have seen sleeping right in front of you. You let the paperwork over his deck and cross your arms. Smiling, you enjoy the low rumble of his pale lips barely spread and the sound of his deep breathing filling the night.

You wish, you pray, for life to give you at least a single chance to kiss him. But you know, a simple officer couldn’t. You are so sure Byakuya Kuchiki belongs to a woman who will never come back, but whose hand he will never let go off.

Sighing, you turn around to see if you can find something to cover him up. Spring is right around the corner, but nights are still chilly. You notice his frowning intensifying. Probably he is sensing your spiritual pressure, but, even so, he is so tired he can’t wake up.

You notice the tip of a crochet knitted something on one of the many racks his office has. On tippy toes, you are able to reach for it. It falls on your face, and it’s dusty. With all your willpower, you avoid sneezing.

Inspecting the clothe in your hand, you identify it as a blanket. Perfect to give him some comfort and fly away as soon as you have covered him with it. You don’t want him to feel less in control, and much less for him to see you as a nosy officer.

“This should do” you think, opening the blanket while coming closer to his inert body. Byakuya’s head has tilted to the side in a sluggish way, and you worry for his neck. However, the only cushion still remains tightly gripped by his hands.

With love and utmost care not to wake him up, you cover him with the knitted mantle. He immediately toss a little and lets go off the cushion to snuggle to the blanket. It makes you beam… after all, it’s just like a child.

“Goodnight, Kuchiki Taicho” you whisper, approaching your hand to his forehead yet without touching him. The tip of your fingers hurt from how much they wished they were at least grazing his skin. Your lips too.

Byakuya suddenly pulls your hand to stop you from leaving. You gasp. It certainly scares you.

“Why?” he asks, sleepy, with a raspier voice than ever. “Wh- what?” you ask back, blinking rapidly but not as fast as your heartbeats.

He pulls you closer, with enough strength for you to fall on his lap. You widen your eyes, Byakuya is probably still asleep, this isn’t- this is just a dream...

“Why, from all the things you could have chosen to cover me up… you chose this blanket?” he inquires you, showing you, he is completely awake and that the scent of his skin lingering so close to your nose is indeed real life.

“I- I… I saw it there and it was soft and warm… I thought- please forgive me Kuchiki taicho!” you mumble, trying to stand up. But his arms have you trapped. And you don’t really want them to let you go.

Byakuya looks into your eyes. His eyes in which you wished you could always reflect, have finally noticed your façade. He grabs one of the edges of the blanket and covers you with it. Now, both are under it… and it feels warm, and full of love and like if you were inside a bubble where nothing mattered except the both of you.

He takes his silky hand to your face, placing it like how a butterfly poses on top of a flower. “Forgive me for what I am about to do. But…” he murmurs, coming closer to your lips. You can barely breathe. No oxygen seems to be flowing to your brain, you feel lightheaded, confused, and yet again like in a dream.

A kiss on your cheek, close to your commissure.

“Thank you. Thank you so much” he whispers, watching the way you bite your lower lip absolutely clueless. “You can go if you want. Again, please forgive me. I didn’t mean to do anything aga-“

You cut him short. If he had the right to pull you so unexpectedly, to kiss your cheek so deadly and faintly. Then, fairness is that you have your chance too.  

Your lips crash against his forehead, surprising him to no extent. But he isn’t mad, he just hugs you closer to his chest. “You…?” he asks you, and there is no need for more words. You simply understand…

Yes, Byakuya… me too, you have no idea how much I wanted to kiss you, to hug you, to love you.

“Yes… you?” you ask back, placing your hand on his shoulder, snuggling closer, getting comfortable on his lap.

He looks down, his cheeks, for the very first time, give you the gift of seeing them blushed. “Yes…” he confesses. Whether is that meaning love, attraction, need, or who knows what, you don’t really mind.

What only matters now, is to enjoy his lips against yours. The warmth of the blanket that smells just like him. The protective embrace of Kuchiki taicho’s arms around your waist… the smile after the kiss, a smile you will never forget. A smile he wanted to gift…

Goodnight, (Name)… Goodnight, Byakuya-sama…

[forseokgyu]

[231216] 도겸 Weverse Post Update:

후쿠오카 캐럿들 오야수미🖤

trans: fukuoka carats, oyasumi*🖤

*means 'goodnight' in japanese

[garyfischy]

Oyasumi Punpun: a Rant

Oyasumi Punpun is like the Elliot Rodger manifesto for weeaboos. Boy that thinks he's the only person that's had anything bad happen to him gets raped and beaten, goes around raping and beating and murdering women. And it's all justified because of the horrible life he led. If you read any of Inio Asano's other mangas you can tell this is not a flaw or an oversight in Punpun's writing- Asano is a bitter misogynist and it shows in everything he writes. Bullies, abusive mothers, are all bitchy, unlovable hags. The only good women in the world of his manga are underage prepubescent girls.

Throughout Downfall, Goodnight Punpun, Dead Dead Demon's DEDEDEDEstruction (yes i read all of those. i wanted to give him a chance so bad.) women are always positioned as mindless foils to the protagonist. women that crave sex are disgusting whores. prostitutes are ugly, but the protagonist still sleeps with them. Fat women are disgusting. Mean women are ugly caricatured beasts, and kind women are perfectly molded, underage girls. Characters that proudly self-identify as pedophiles (Punpun's uncle, the otaku in DEDEDEDEstruction) are positioned as the rationalists, the Reddit Atheists, the ones too smart for the idiocy of the normies. The breath of "reason" in an insane world. The most obvious example of this isn't even in Oyasumi Punpun with the pedo uncle;

it's in DOWNFALL, which is about an 'intellectual' manga artist that hates the braindead 'normies' that like his manga. he only makes it for bottom feeders like them. he's above those human scum. The self insert protagonist rapes a woman too because she pissed him off. That's life! C'est la Vie! Men just do that kind of thing sometimes!

I am fucking sick of indie scenes treating punpun like the most deep, meaningful manga ever and jacking off about how smart they are for "understanding" it. what is there to understand? asano themself said punpun isn't supposed to have a coherent plot or meaning, that it's just supposed to be nonsense because real life murders are nonsense. it's just an excuse to write a sloppy, disheveled story, with little care put into the world that the protagonist inhabits.

this isnt very organized. im just full of hate for inio asano, and i cannot believe this bilge is touted as some of the most 'intellectual' manga of our time.

here's some quotes from an interview about punpun

and here's an incident where a teenager killed a young girl and wrote punpun quotes all over the wall at the site. **AT NO POINT AM I IMPLYING DIRECT CORRELATION OF A HORRIFIC CRIME AND A FICTIONAL COMIC. You've seen that kind of thinking with, say, the boy that killed himself after playing Doki Doki Literature club- it's more likely someone willing to do that was drawn to media that discussed those themes rather than yknow, being directly inspired

..However, it is still interesting to note similarities in ideology/motive. In the same way the religious beliefs of killers often come into discussion (ie the Dena Schlosser murders- how did the ideology/community she was surrounded by influence her already declining mental state? Noone would argue christianity itself caused the murders.) , I think it's interesting to note Punpun's influence on the killer. ***I AM NOT SAYING PUNPUN WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MURDER. the person involved in the killing was already suicidal and mentally ill, thus they probably gravitated towards manga with those themes.

but if the manga influenced his actions that much, I think it's interesting to look into the ideology of the manga itself and what ideals it promotes. ***I AM NOT FUCKING SAYING PUNPUN CAUSED THE MURDER BEFORE I GET ANY COMMENTS ALONG THOSE LINES

note to self if i clean this up; make it more structured with my gripes about his manga; ie separate sections for misogynistic depictions of women, why i dont think the nihilism works, and bad writing with clear favoritism for certain characters and author self inserts (Platinum End also does this!)

[tamelee]

Hi do you read any manga? And which if you can say because I am looking for new ones to read thanks!

Hi ♡!

I am, I just finished 2 Manga from Tatsuki Fujimoto (Creator of 'Chainsaw Man'); Goodbye, Eri (さよなら絵梨, Sayonara Eri) which I thought was really good. This, maybe with a few tiny tweaks has movie-potential for sure. CW though, probably not the best idea to read if you're currently grieving- I wish I knew that 😅. I love the pacing of the panels in this though! Second was Look Back (ルックバック, Rukku Bakku).

Currently I'm trying to read Goodnight Punpun (おやすみプンプン, Oyasumi Punpun).. this is pretty much on every Seinen fans' top 10 list, incl on MAL's.. I'm at Chapter 28 and I don't really get why. Maybe it's just me or- maybe it suddenly will get a whole lot better, maybe it's not for me. I don't know. But apparently the story is really, really good.

I started 'Blame!' and will read 'Vagabond', 'Kingdom', 'Vinland Saga', 'Blue Lock' and 'Samurai 8' soon. The latter because I am curious to see why it didn't do as well despite Kishimoto being so passionate about it. I mean, we all know why as the company kept pushing him to work on Naruto-sequel related stuff- but still. I'm already watching Blue Lock's Anime, but I really like some of the artwork so I want to read the Manga too! Same with Vinland Saga- I don't like the pacing of Season 2 at all but.. I do enjoy the story a lot 🫶

[alex-just-vibing]

what’s oyasumi

means goodnight

[lover-of-catboys]

funny language fact!

so i know that ¨my time¨ wasn´t written for omori, but I told my mom that ¨oyasumi¨ means ¨goodnight (informal)¨ in Japanese, and my mom told me it sounded like the Portuguese phrase ¨óija sumi¨.

¨óija¨ is a farmers way (her words not mine) of saying ¨look!¨ while ¨sumi¨ is the word for disappear. Portugese often omits the ¨i¨ word in a sentence so ¨óija sumi¨ in Portuguese means:

¨look! (i) disappeared¨

idk man but to me it fits waaay too much with the bad ending of omori

[mr-up-on-a-downer]

What does oyasumi mean

Goodnight in Japanese

also the name of a good ass tricot song

[wizzywizzyballs]

3/11/2024 my first post

helloooo i needed a side hobby thing that my friends didn't know about, so i made this side blog... I don't actually know if they can see this or not. I wanted to make a little online diary for me to talk about my thoughts on where i'm pretty much anonymous. Hiding things from my friends is a bit of a guilty pleasure since I normally end up accidentally info dumping about every hour of my life to them and leaving no room for secrets. For anyone wondering, this is going to be mostly a system blog as well as that's what I (we?) am (are?). I'll eventually make an introduction post maybe if im feeling exxtra daring. but for now, here is what I've done today.

I went to bed at around midnight (I was really tired from not sleeping properly and want to fix my sleep schedule so no naps!!!) and woke up at noon! I normally sleep for only 8 hours like most human beings on earth so i guess i was preettty tired.. I had some funny dreams about friends and hopefully didn't come to any weird conclusions in one of them. I won't disclose that, though, just in case (albeit overbearing and lowkey stalker-ish) find this page and i have to explain my fucking tumblr post to them. Anyways, I made myself brunch... It was a fried egg sandwich with avocado, spinach, and the rest of my tomato.. Because someone else has been using my tomato and I don't know who.. I don't really care that much, there's another tomato. I had some extra avocado on the side, drenched in parmesan. Matt played some rimworld and we ate our brunch as usual and I watched a video about eerie japanese internet history. It's been a recent thing I've been fixated on. It's now 5 pm and we've done nothing but listen to music and play rimworld. I'm now going to take a nap. OH ACTUALLY,, before all of this brunch eating and rimworld playing, Matt helped apply us for a local credit union. Originally it was going to be Kyle's job, but he stopped fronting, and our current gatekeeper got the idea. I'll see tomorrow if we got accepted into it. I hope we did, but I doubt we will with our shitty record of constant unemployment ( we just got our ID) and just overall shitty looking anythings in terms of adulting. If not, we're applying for chase. asides from that, that is genuinely all I've done today. nothing crazy, I'm more excited for the sleepover with friends I should be having on Wednesday. My friends are constantly busy nowadays since they all have jobs, so hanging out like this is always fun. We're supposed to be keeping it a secret from (for anonymity I'll use fake names) Lemon, because he's very whiny and tbh a man-child. He never lets us hang out without him and we accidentally invited him to our ihop date, so we're going without him on wednesday and hoping he forgets about ihop.... You can ssay wwe're evil or mean or bad friends, but if you were his best friend of 6+ years, you'd do this too. what he doesn't know can't hurt him :p so don't tell on me, ok? anyways, goodnight, oyasumi, bon nuit, I'm taking my nap xx

[drizzileiscool]

oyasumi

(that means goodnight)

[adpndrgn]

let’s stay like this for awhile

[yutahoes]

Sakura

(Part Twelve)

One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven -  Eight - Nine - Ten - Eleven - Twelve

genre : Chaptered, Fluff

pairing : childhood friends: soccer player! Nakamoto Yuta x single mom! Y/N

word count : 3.4k words (Oh my God, I’m so sorry 🙈)

You’ll always be his Sakura.

@ailoveyuta @loona-4-eva @aiforyuu @2-3-t-i @cosmiclatte28 @url-lindo-sexy @nuoyipeach @aaasteroidsky  @readers-posts @delightfultacobread @bby-kji9​

“I’m still finishing up things here. I’m sorry you had to babysit them always.” Y/N said on the phone. Because of a TV Show, the restaurant she’s working at became famous that they’re required to work extra hours. That means she cannot pick up the kids at school which Yuta volunteered to do. If he has practice or a game, he would ask Mark to do it and he’ll spend the whole day with them. He can’t make her stop working so helping her out is just a simple thing that he knew he can do. 

Yuta smiled. If Jae were to hear her, he’ll get mad. He doesn’t like being called a baby. “Jae is already sleeping though. Can you just stay the night?” He asked cutely that made Cherry, who was sitting beside him, look in surprise. “And Cherry isn’t finished with her Conan marathon.” He lightly glanced at the girl who was drinking her milk. “Please stay the night, Y/N.” When she agreed, Yuta just laughed. “I’ll prepare your room. Message me if you’re near, I’ll wait for you by the entrance.” Y/N revolted that he doesn’t need to but he insisted. “Take care, hmm?” She nodded. “I love you.” 

He had always told her those words but he never pressured her for a reply. The important thing for him is that she knows his feelings. Cherry was grinning at him when he hung up the phone. “Did she reply?” Yuta shook his head while smiling. “Daijoubu, appa. She’ll tell you she loves you soon.” Is she speaking Japanese now? He totally underestimated Cherry’s intelligence. 

Lately, the young girl has been hooked to another detective that she would spend hours watching the anime that he once watched when he was a kid. Detective Conan. Like her mom and her obsession with Sakura, Cherry might have caught it with Conan Edogawa as well. “You have to finish that episode and get to bed. Your mom will scold us both if she sees you watching.” 

“It’s the summer break. Can I at least watch another episode? Onegaishimasu.” Yuta chuckled then shook his head, making her whine. Cherry is so cute. 

Yuta carried Jae to his room. Maybe he’ll ask Y/N to sleep beside him and Cherry can take the other vacant room. “Appa, where is eomma?” The younger boy asked in a sleepy state, arms reaching for his neck to hug him. “Is she going home?” 

“She’s still at work but she said she’ll head here when she’s done.” He whispered. “Go to sleep now, buddy. You must be tired from playing soccer all day.” Jae whispered a ‘Goodnight, appa’ before hugging the pillow that he put next to him. The butterflies. They’re back. 

The anime’s closing song can be heard when he went out of the room. “Cherry, you’re done. Go to sleep now, it’s already late,” he said in a calm voice. The younger closed the TV, pouting at him. “You can watch it tomorrow.” He said while ruffling her hair. “I’ll save all the remaining episodes on my iPad and you can watch it.”  

Cherry nodded, smiling at him. “Oyasumi, appa.” She said with a bow that made Yuta laugh, bowing back at her. Isn’t she so adorable? She really did change so much. He remembered how expressionless she was before, how wary she is of his presence. Now, she's closer to him. Like a bestfriend. Like a real daughter. 

He started picking up the mugs they used for their milk then putting them in the sink to wash. What should he make for breakfast tomorrow? They don't have classes since it's the summer break and if Y/N has work, they'll probably spend time with him. Should he make a nutritious breakfast tomorrow? Something that would energize them. Does he even have milk or chocolate for them? Maybe he should start stocking up with kid-friendly ingredients, maybe cereals and some fruits. He'll just go grocery shopping with them tomorrow. 

The thought made him stop. It's so domestic. A family thing. He can't believe that he's going to experience these things like this. But it feels nice. A family man. Maybe he had been yearning for this all along. 

Should he change the interior of his apartment? Maybe make it child-friendly and not like a bachelor's pad especially if they're going to spend a lot of time here. He should order a bed for both Cherry and Jae. A bunk bed? Or separate ones? Should he look for a bigger house where they have rooms of their own? 

Yuta chuckled to himself. Before, he would just think of what to drink before going to bed, wine or beer. Now, he was thinking of buying a new house. How weird. But thrilling. 

A knock on the door disturbed him from scanning available children's beds on a shopping website. He opened it to see Y/N, standing outside his door. "Hi." She greeted. "Are the kids asleep?" 

"Come in." He said, giving her space to enter the apartment. "I told you to message me so I can pick you up."

She chuckled at him. "It's fine. I'm already here." Yuta sighed. "Where are they?"

"Are you really going home? They're already asleep. It's bad to wake them up." Y/N just smiled, saying that maybe they'll just stay the night. "They're in separate rooms. You can choose where to sleep, I'll sleep on the couch tonight." 

She gave him a disapproving look. "I'll sleep next to Cherry. You can sleep with Jae. We're crashing your house, it's not right to let you sleep on the couch." Yuta only nodded, that's just plausible. "Is it tiring to be with them?" 

He shook his head, sitting on the couch next to her. "It's fun, honestly. Even Mark adores them both, coach too." A nervous chuckle escaped his lips. "Oh, I wanted to talk to you about something. You can decline if you want to." She gave him a curious look. "The team is having a match in Japan two weeks from now and I wanted Jae to be my player escort." 

"In Japan? You're bringing Jae to Japan?" 

Yuta took a heavy breath. This is tougher than when he's thinking of it. "I was hoping to bring Cherry along. She might feel bad that Jae will come, she's been studying a lot of Japanese lately." Please say yes. Please say yes. "I'll take care of everything. I just needed your consent and their passports." 

Y/N sighed. "I guess it's alright but can you handle the two of them?" 

He shook his head. "Can you come with us?" She reasoned out her job and he sighed, "I'll talk to Chef Moon so you can take a leave. We'll stay for a week then go back on the first flight." She chuckled at that, nodding. "We can go to Japan?" He repeated and she nodded once again that made him grin widely. "I'm going to book tickets now." 

"Wait…" Y/N called. "Are we staying in Osaka?" 

Yuta shook his head. "Tokyo." He wondered why she breathed hard at that. "But okaasan and otousan are coming to watch the game." Maybe it was a wrong statement for he saw the fright in her eyes. Why? Is she scared to see his parents? But they're even excited to see her. 

The question was answered when they were at Haneda International Airport, two days before the big game. He and Mark were getting their luggage when Y/N excused herself to the bathroom. "Can we really not call you appa here in Japan?" Jae asked that surprised him, even Mark. Why? 

He turned to Cherry who breathed heavily at that. "Eomma said not to call you appa so your parents wouldn't misunderstand." 

Yuta sighed. “Call me appa. Don’t worry about your mom.” he said while ruffling both their hairs. 

The mentioned parents came to welcome them, even driving from Osaka that made Yuta smile. They gave him a warm hug, it's been years since he came home. They even hugged Mark as if their own child. "Y/N." His mom greeted that made the girl smile awkwardly, accepting her hug. "You haven't changed a bit." 

"Mata oai dekite ureshii desu  (It’s nice to see you again), okaasan." Yuta saw how Jae looked at his mom in awe at the Japanese she just said. "These are my children, Cherry and Jae." 

Yuta gave Cherry a knowing look before she bowed. "Ni aete ureshii desu. (Nice to meet you)" She started with a smile. "Watashi wa Cherry Seo kochirawa otouto, Jae Seo desu. (I am Cherry Seo and this is my younger brother, Jae Seo)" The younger boy bowed at the two at the mention of his name. 

"You're just like your mom when she was young." His mom cooed at her. "And aren't you cute, Jae?" 

"You can call us obaasan and oujisan while you're here in Japan." Yuta's dad claimed that made Y/N surprised but Cherry was already repeating those two words while Jae asked what that meant. Y/N was supposed to stop her but Yuta just held her hand, shaking his head. "Come on Jae, let's eat lots of delicious Japanese foods." The oldest man held the youngest boy's hand while his wife held Cherry's hand, Mark following the four of them. 

"Yuta, you can't possibly be okay with this." 

"What's wrong? My parents wanted to have grandchildren and they love them." 

Y/N rolled her eyes at that. "You should have dated a single girl and have kids with her." 

He chuckled, pulling her closer by the waist. "Lucky me, the girl I want already has two adorable angels." She glared at him but Yuta kissed the side of her head. "Don't worry. It's a vacation. You should enjoy yourself." He chuckled when she nodded, pulling her closer in a hug. A family. This is what he wanted. 

His parents were accommodating of the two kids and showing them Japan. Cherry was so amazed at the Detective Conan merchandise in one store that Yuta’s dad bought everything she wants much to Y/N’s revolt. Jae kept on eating with gusto, a total first. They’re adjusting well here in Japan, it’s cute.  

They were settled in a hotel near the stadium. Yuta and Mark in one room, his parents in another, then the three of them in another room. He just finished tucking Jae to sleep, quietly going out of the room to see Y/N seated on the couch. “They seemed so tired,” he commented, amazed at how they slept automatically when they went to their room. 

Yuta sat beside her and she scooted closer to him that made him smile. She’s clingy. Is it Japan air? “Thank you, Yuta. For this trip.” He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer. “Are you going to practice tomorrow?” He nodded. 

He needed to get conditioned for the game so he needed to practice with his team. “I think okaasan wanted to tour the kids around Tokyo tomorrow. Will you be joining them?" She nodded claiming that she doesn't have anything to do. "How is your painting?" 

Y/N smiled. "I already started with the base paint." 

"Don't pressure yourself. You're already doing your best in picking up the paintbrush." He then kissed her forehead that made her stare at him. A deep stare as if she's memorizing his face. "What is it?" 

Y/N shook her head. "You're just…" she started as he held his breath. "Really handsome." 

A giggle escaped his lips, head lolling back to avoid her in seeing how much he blushed at that. "Are you falling in love with me now?" But she shrugged and that made him smile. When can she tell him what she's feeling? It must be her who is truly expressionless, not her daughter. 

"I was thinking." She said unconsciously, leaning closer to him. "What if I didn't go to Chicago with my mom, do you think we would be dating?" That was a simple question yet he was thinking so hard about it. They're probably married by now. With their own kids. A life without Cherry and Jae. But why can't he even imagine it? 

"You still went to Chicago and we're dating now. Don't you think this is really meant to be?" 

"Then what if I didn't broke up with Johnny?" 

Yuta chuckled. "I'm probably practicing now or still playing soccer in Spain." He smiled to himself. "Maybe I'll be a priest or a monk." She stared at him while laughing. "Obaasan will kill me but that's a possibility." 

Y/N shook her head. "That's impossible." 

"It's you or nothing." He said while staring at the coffee table in front of them. "So yeah, that's a possibility." 

"Why me?" That took Yuta's attention. He stared at her. Her eyes were questioning him. "I'm a divorced woman with two kids who had different fathers. I don't deserve you. You would look better with a single girl…" she stopped when he leaned in to kiss her.  

"You're so talkative." Yuta kissed her again then smiled. "You're an amazing woman with two lovable children. What more could I ask for?" But she just stared at him. "Seriously Y/N, I should be worried. I don't even know if I'm worthy of you. If I deserve to be loved by both Cherry and Jae." Her eyes shifted in expression, from worry to something he can’t pinpoint. Is she relieved? Amused? 

She slipped her hands around his waist, hugging him. “I’m sorry.” What for? Her head was leaning on his chest. “I shouldn’t have gone to Chicago. I should have listened to your mom when she asked me to stay.” This is news. He didn’t know that they talked to each other. “She told me that I can stay with your family while mom is in Chicago just so we won’t get separated.” She stopped then sighed. “But you weren’t even looking at me when we’re leaving so I thought you really want me to go.” Wait, what? 

“I guess it was Taeyong’s fault for repeatedly saying that you liked me so I had my hopes up.” He does like her. But why is he finding out about this now? “When I came to Chicago, it was so hard for me that I always cried to eomma just to send me back to Korea. When I told you that in the letter, you only said that I should meet some friends that would help me.” He did say those things to her. He wanted her to have a nice life in a new country so he said those things.  “Taeyong said you’re a jerk and that I should just fall in love with someone in Chicago.” 

Yuta rolled his eyes at that, his hand caressing her back as she said those words. Lee Taeyong. He might just strangle him to death. But wait, “You were talking to Taeyong?” Y/N nodded, saying that she has Taeyong’s phone number and he’ll call her every weekend. “And you haven’t called me once?” 

“If I did, I’m going to hear your voice.” Obviously. “I’ll hate myself more for choosing to come with eomma.” His heart kept thumping against his chest. A wild beating that he’s sure she’ll probably hear it. “I regret the things I did in Chicago, a lot.” 

He shook his head. “You shouldn’t. Because of that you had Cherry and Jae. They're the best thing that happened to both our lives.” A laugh erupted from Yuta that made the girl look at him in confusion. “Why are we so stupid? We should have talked about this before.” He then smiled. He’s now sure, this is the one thing that he truly wanted in his life. To be with her. To be with them. A family man. He badly liked that. 

“Then, Y/N…” Yuta started, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Should we…?”

“Eomma.” The door to the room opened that made Y/N sit properly. Yuta sighed. Jae climbed on her lap, resting his head on her chest. “I can’t sleep without you.” He whined. 

Yuta smiled then stood up. “Get some sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

"Yuta." She called softly that made him turn to her. "I love you." 

A wide grin escaped his lips when she said those three words that he had been longing to hear from her. “I love you, too.” he answered before closing the door behind him. 

He leaned on the door, hands covering his face as he bit his lip to avoid smiling so much. Why does he feel so happy? Even his heartbeat isn’t right and his face is so hot that he’s scared he might explode. “Hyung,” Mark called that made him lightly cough, breathing hard to calm himself. “Are you alright?” He gave him a confused look but Yuta just shook his head, entering their room coolly. He can’t let Mark know that she just looked like a deranged schoolgirl in the hallways of the hotel. 

But he cannot hide how happy he felt especially when he looked so happy before the soccer match. Mark was right. He should have mixed feelings about this match, he was playing against his home country. But he decided not to play for any team today but for himself. He wanted to show Jae that he's truly cool. 

Although he had watched him play one time and all the practices, this is the first international match that Jae is watching. And he doesn't want to disappoint Y/N when she agreed to let her son be his player escort. He also wants to see the pride in his parent's faces when he scores a goal. Another thing, Cherry promised to grant a wish if he goals today. 

The players were asked to line up and Yuta picked up Jae from his mother's arms. "Are you ready, buddy?" Jae nodded, grinning at the older and asking him to be put down. Y/N kissed his cheek muttering ‘good luck’ then he started running to the other player escorts which made them laugh. "Last call Cherry. Do you want to join me and Jae?" 

Cherry shook her head then asked him to crouch down. The girl gave him a hug, arms wrapped around his neck. "I know you'll do well but please don't get hurt, appa." 

Yuta held the back of her head, smiling widely. "I won't, my Cherry." She smiled at him. “Can you wait for Jae on that exit when he’s done?” She nodded and the older ruffled her hair, “That’s my girl.” 

His gaze fell on Y/N who was only looking at him in adoration. After the first night in Japan, they didn’t have the chance to talk about each other again because of his practice. But he felt closer to her when she told him her feelings. Even skinship with her isn’t that awkward now. “Can’t I get a good luck kiss, eomma?” He said with a cheeky smile that made Cherry giggle. 

Y/N leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. "You know you don't need it." 

But Yuta gave her a small peck on her lips. "I still want a kiss though." He said with a grin then kissed her once again. "I love you, Y/N." 

"And I love you too, Yuta." A gasp can be heard and they both stared at Cherry who was looking at them with a surprised expression. "Now go. Jae is looking for you." 

He kissed her again before kissing the top of Cherry's head then headed to his position, holding Jae's hand. Their team was called to the stadium and the audience erupted with cheers as their team came in view. Jae's eyes were filled with happiness, twinkling like his mom's at what is happening. They sang both countries’ national anthems before saying goodbye to the player escorts. 

Yuta kneeled to reach Jae's height, hugging him. "Thank you for doing this for me, Jae. I appreciate it." 

The younger shook his head. "Thank you appa. I hope we can do this again next time." He grinned and Yuta nodded, ruffling his head. The older watched as the little kids exited the field, Cherry waving at him while holding Jae's hand who was imitating his sister. 

A real family man. That's what he was feeling now. And he loved it. If every day will be like this, he'll be the happiest person ever. 

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

Thirteen

[pocket-luv101]

Summary: Mahiru moves to London to become a tutor but he feels homesick. Kuro comforts him. (KuroMahi, Historical Romance AU)

Mahiru couldn’t sleep and he passed the night by staring at the moon and searching for familiar sounds. He never thought something as simple as the subtle sounds of the night would be different between Japan and England. Earlier that week, he moved to London to become a tutor for the royal family. He thought a new job in a different country would be a good change of pace after his uncle passed away. Unfortunately, the weight of his grief only became heavier when it was mixed with feeling homesick.

He planned to go to the kitchen to make himself a warm drink to comfort himself. Mahiru didn’t know the castle’s layout well and he worried that he would become lost. He settled for reading a book in the small classroom built into the castle. On the ledge of the open window, Mahiru breathed in the cool air and he could smell the salty ocean.

“Uncle, I’ve made it to London safe and I was chosen for the position.” He wasn’t an overly religious person but he hoped his uncle was in the stars and watching over him. He also needed to speak his thoughts aloud to make sense of his mixed emotions. “The kids are energetic but they would rather spend that energy on games than their study. I will have to find a way to make lessons fun for them. Perhaps I can ask the king if I can take them on a field trip. The king… He’s not what I expected. Warm.”

He thought about how he met Kuro while he was lost within the sunflower maze. At the time, he didn’t realize that he was the king until they left the maze. Mahiru had taught other noble families and he could sense that Kuro was different from the others. The man didn’t have a haughty personality nor did he look down on others. “His siblings like him. They are a close family. When I watched them play together, I thought of us— Mama, you and I. I miss you both so much. Oyasumi.”

Since he would be living in England for the next few years, he often spoke in English to practise the language. He couldn’t help but slip back to using Japanese to say goodnight to his departed uncle though. The sun would rise in a few hours and he decided that it was best for him to retire to his room. He would need his strength to tutor five young children.

He stepped down from the window sill. A knock on the opened door surprised him and he almost lost his footing. He quickly grabbed the window and he stopped himself from falling onto the ground. He turned towards the door where Kuro stood. Kuro took a few steps towards him and he reached out to help him. Mahiru held up his hand and he reassured him. “I’m fine, Kuro. I didn’t hear you come.”

“Some people say I’m like a black cat, quiet and bad luck.” Kuro gave him an apologetic smile. “Lily is having trouble falling asleep and he needs his stuffed bunny. He said the last place he played with it was your classroom. Have you seen it?”

“Oh, I found his toy while I was cleaning the classroom and I put it on the shelf. Let me get it for you.” Mahiru told him. He took down the stuffed animal from the shelf and he handed it to Kuro. Then, he walked to the window to close the shutters. “It’s sweet of you to come all the way down here for Lily. We can also go to the kitchen to make him warm milk. That should help him fall asleep as well.”

“The corncrakes are louder than usual and they scared Lily. Usually, Illdio’s snoring will drown out the birds.” He shrugged. While Mahiru knew that it was rude to laugh, the dry drawl he had as he joked made him chuckle. He quickly covered his mouth but Kuro didn’t appear offended by his laughter. “Let’s go make that drink for Lily. Are you having trouble sleeping too?”

“Yes, but it’s nothing you have to worry about, my lord. My body simply needs to adjust to London.” Mahiru was only partially lying about the reason he was awake at such a late hour. He walked into the hall and he gestured for Kuro to lead the way to the kitchen. “So, that bird I heard was a corncrake? I thought it sounded unique. In Japan, I would listen to this uguisu at night. It would sing from dusk to dawn. Oh, in London, you would call the bird a nightingale.”

“Does the nightingale in Japan have a different song than the ones here?” In answer to his question, Mahiru whistled softly. Kuro shrugged and he whistled a song of his own. They walked side by side down the hall and mimicked different bird songs. Mahiru found himself relaxing in his presence and he watched Kuro in the corner of his eyes.

“If we don’t stop making bird calls, the castle will be swarmed with nightingales and Lily will never be able to sleep tonight.” Mahiru shook his head but Kuro knew that he wasn’t being serious after he heard his warm laughter. He was glad that he was more relaxed like when they spoke in the sunflower maze. He could sense that he was stiffer after he learned that he was a king.

The main reason he decided to hire Mahiru was because he wasn’t intimidated by his younger siblings’ reputation. During his conversation with Lily, he told him that Mahiru was kind to them and treated them as regular students. He wondered if there was a reason that he was stiffer around him than his siblings. Why did he care? He was a tutor and the only thing that should matter is how well he could teach.

They entered the kitchen and Mahiru searched the large room for the pantry. He looked to Kuro for help but he could see that he was as lost as he was. He must’ve noticed his gaze because he said, “I only know where the chefs hide the cookies and potato chips. Sorry.”

“Well, one of these doors must lead to the milk jars.” Mahiru said as he opened another cupboard. Kuro stood next to him and he reached for the same handle as him. Their fingers brushed together. He couldn’t take his hand back after he looked up at Kuro and he caught his gaze. As attractive as Kuro was, it was improper for them to be so close. Even as he had the thought, he was drawn to him.

Kuro opened the cupboard and he pulled out a jar of milk. “Here.”

“Thanks, Kuro.” He took the jar from him. Mahiru noticed that Kuro had a slight blush on his cheeks and he wondered if his face was the same.

He turned away from him and he focused on making warm milk for Lily. He lit a match and he started a fire over the stove. Mahiru created a makeshift boiler by placing a glass bowl over a pot of water. Then, he poured the milk into the bowl and he stirred it slowly. “This should only take a few minutes. I hope Lily isn’t too worried that you’re not back with his stuffed bunny yet.”

“I’m sure he won’t mind after he sees that you made him a drink. My siblings already like you after one lesson. Hyde told them about how you saved Cain.” Kuro leaned against the counter and he watched him boil the milk. “Do you like London? Moving to a new country must be difficult, especially after you lost your uncle.”

Mahiru’s first instinct was to force himself to smile and reassure Kuro that he was fine. However, he hesitated when he looked into his red eyes filled with sympathy. He simply couldn’t lie to him. A heavy sigh escaped him but the weight on his chest remained. “I’m a little homesick. That shouldn’t affect my work so please be assured your siblings are in good hands.”

“That wasn’t what I was worried about.” Kuro gently placed his hand over his. His touch was comforting and a part of Mahiru was tempted to lean into his warmth. The kindness in his voice caused a strange flutter in his stomach. “You’re friends with Misono so you can talk to him if you need anything.”

“Thank you for thinking of me, my lord. Misono was right when he told me that your family is kind, if a little unconventional. The milk is done so we can go back to Lily.” Mahiru lifted the pot off the stove so he could put out the fire. He poured the warm drink into a cup and said: “Please tell Lily that I hope this helps. I should retire to my own room to sleep. Goodnight, my lord.”

“You can call me by my name, Kuro, instead of ‘my lord’. I’ve never liked titles.” He said as he took the cup from him.

“Okay. We will work closely together because I’m teaching your siblings so it would be nice if we can be friends.” He mused to himself. He held his breath as he waited for Kuro to disagree with him. Since he was a tutor, most would view a friendship between them as inappropriate. Yet, Kuro nodded. Mahiru smiled at his answer and he said, “Goodnight, Kuro.”

“Oyasumi, Mahiru.” His response surprised him. He didn’t notice the blush that appeared on Mahiru’s cheeks. “Ii yumemite ne. My siblings told me that it means ‘goodnight’ and ‘sweet dreams’. Did I pronounce it correctly?”

“It’s not the pronunciation.” When Mahiru helped the children prepare for bed, Lily asked him to teach him a few Japanese words. The child must’ve told Kuro without explaining it’s context. “Only close friends and family say oyasumi to each other before they go to bed. Lily wanted to say goodnight to JeJe in Japanese. I told him to say oyasumi. The more common way to say goodnight is oyasuminasai because it’s formal and polite.”

“Oh,” Kuro worried that he unintentionally made him uncomfortable. “Sorry, I didn’t know. I thought that speaking with you in Japanese would make you feel a little less homesick. Oyasuminasai, Mahiru.”

Kuro started to turn away until he stopped him by catching his arm. Mahiru didn’t know which of them was more surprised by his action, Kuro or himself. He was certain his face still had a hint of his blush. “Thank you, Kuro. It really means a lot to me. Oyasuminasai.”

Mahiru hoped that they would eventually be close enough to say goodnight the way Kuro did initially.

[jello-fello]

For the ask meme- yes. The whole fucking alphabet. Any fandom of your choice for any of them -kipp

LMAO THE WHOLE THING? THIS SHOULDNT BE ALLOWED-

A - Your current OTP(s)/OT3(s)/OTX(s)

Honestly besides the Constant love for Mell and Kai, Ash and Eiji from banana fish, and Reki and Langa and Joe and Cherry from sk8 right now. Also i like Lawlight from specifically the 2015 death note tv drama. OH. AND ALSO. SEKI AND SHIMIZU FROM OYASUMI PUNPUN I LOVE THEM

(Side note ngl Detective Roberts and His Ex-Wife are v nice together i like them)

B - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind

Ellspen from Self Aware. LIKE LISTEN. I KNOW I WRITE THE THING. BUT I NEVER CONSIDERED THAT UNTIL READERS STARTED SHIPPING IT

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will (be nice)

Uhhh idk I never thought about it. Ig i’m not really a fan of Aizawa/All Might? that’s the first ship to come to mind. oh and also Hawks/Endeavor. not my cup o tea, never will be

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t (again: be nice)

Any ship with Tanaka from haikyuu that Isnt him and kiyoko. like art of him and enoshita or him and noya are Cute, but i just dont ship it

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom, if so, what

Does writing “Regenerate, Fate” count

I also have Goose Yagami meme and the yelling cat meme but it’s death note

F - What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom

BNHA fandom has been since... november 2017ish

G - Do you remember your first OTP, if so who was in it

.........................................................................Klance.

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., tv shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)

(ngl i dunno what this Means so sorry if my answer doesn’t make sense but-) I really like anime and animation, but also i really like comics and manga, more so now that im Making a comic

I - Has tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why

I don’t think tumblr’s ever stopped making me like a fandom, but just like. stop going in tumblr’s tag for it. for example 15ish year old me was NOT ready to see the things in the undertale tag that i did. oh god the horrors.

J - Name a fandom you didn’t care/think about until you saw it all over tumblr

i dont think tumblrs ever led me to starting a show/getting into a fandom, but pinterest has. most of my fandoms have been through seeing random things on pinterest ngl

K -Say something nice about someone in any of your fandoms

Vigilantedekus is The Best and I Love Them

L - Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves (chars you’re neutral on are fair game, as are chars you dislike)

Matsuda from death note might’ve been played as the “Funny because he keeps fuckin up” kinda chara, but i do like that he was the one to shoot light and that he had that kind of outburst about light’s dad. BUT ALSO MATSUDA’S THEORY IN THE END OF THE MANGA? RIGHTS.

M - Say something genuinely nice about a ship that you don’t ship (or its shippers, or anything related to you)

i dont have anything specific in mind, but all fandoms have DOPE artists

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

head empty no thoughts

O - Choose a song at random, which ship or character does it remind you of

Right now “The mind electric” reminds me of Jamie from SA, “Butterfly’s Repose” reminds me of Mell And Kai

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas)

uh uh uh uh Self Aware but without Aviancorp. That’s the only difference. The au is just what kind of ripple effect it would have on everyone and their lives

Q - A ship you’ve abandoned and why

nothing’s coming to mind

R - A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships

Sobs. Seki and Shimizu from Goodnight Punpun. I only say them for this because theres So Little People who know them

S - Show us an example of your personal headcanon (prompts optional but encouraged)

Athen (my oc, Choosing(02)) wants to see hatsune miku because he uses a voicebank to speak and “! she sounds like me!” 

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all (gender identity, sexual or romantic orientation, extended family, sexual preferences like top/bottom/switch, relationship with poetry, seriously anything)

I’m going to do these with my OCs instead. because while im the author, they’re headcanons because most of them i cant Really make canon: 

Athen has a mothman pajama set. He and adam have matching “Humanfucker”/”Robofucker” shirts

athen Has seriously wondered if adam would leave him for mothman

athen gets a pet roomba named Hal

Jamie would be a good parent

Sam (one of the dead kids from Subject 402/SA-) would’ve been a soccer player if she lived

Letho (the Other dead kid) would’ve been an art student

if jordan(Kai) had a Normal Life and WASNT a human experiment, he wouldnt be very accomplished in school despite being a genius, he’d be kinda a delinquent and getting in trouble a lot

If mell had a younger sibling, people would probably think HE’S the youngest one. they would not believe he were older if they were close in age

U - 5 favorite characters from 5 different fandoms

Mob from Mob psycho

L and Light are tied

Aizawa and Shinsou and Deku are top faves ig

ash and eiji from banana fish. love them. AND SHORTER> LOVE HIM

i like punpun as a character but if i had the chance i would prolly throw hands

V - 3 OTPs from 3 different fandoms

Mell and Kai - Self Aware

Shindeku OR tododeku - bnha

(Letho and (Redacted)) - Self Aware (but like. the au if letho Lived)

Ash and Eiji - Banana Fish

W - 5 favorite ships and 5 kinks you like best for said ships

I think we all know my fave ships from this post so far. no need to do this question lmao

X - top 5-10 characters who are yoUR PRECIOUS BABIES AND YOU WILL DIE DEFENDING THEM

MOB. WOULD KILL FOR HIM BUT I KNOW HE WOULD BE :( AT ME FOR IT

ngl there aren’t many Precious Babies. like I’d say Hinata is a precious baby but haikyuu ends when he’s like fuckin 30 so what counts as a precious baby hmmm

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)

my dash gets so much TMA

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go (prompts optional but encouraged)

this post is long enough,,,