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skz mtl to apologize first after an argument
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felix, changbin, chan: these three are top tier emotionally intelligent communicators. felix is known for wanting to talk things out asap after a miscommunication and I see changbin doing something similar, too, but unlike felix who would push aside his own thoughts and opinions, changbin would really want to work things out in a way that both of you would understand each other. chan’s more like felix though; he would want to resolve the conflict first and then get into details when both of you are in a civil and stable state of mind.
jeongin, hyunjin: I think it depends on the topic the argument is on with these two. jeongin’s not great at expressing his emotions but he’s very willing to understand the other perspective and generally open-minded so I think if he thought you were genuinely upset, he would reflect and figure out the entire situation before approaching you and apologizing. hyunjin’s main shortcoming would be that he would only be thinking about his own feelings and opinions and realize only after the fact that he didn’t hear you out fairly. he would apologize first under the condition that he believed he didn’t give you a fair chance to voice your thoughts.
lee know, seungmin, jisung: lee know definitely wants to apologize first sometimes—he’s just not fond of verbal apologies. I see him as someone that would try to brush over an argument rather than talk it out and properly resolve it. he would apologize first if he was completely sure he was in the wrong, and even then he would hesitate because apologies don’t come easy to him. he’s incredibly sincere in his actions though, so you would be able to tell if he’s sorry by how he acts towards you (think doing his chores and then yours without being asked). seungmin’s pretty similar to lee know but he would be even more nonchalant, not even putting on a sorry act and going straight back to normal. you will have to apologize first 90% of the time—he will definitely apologize after you apologize though. jisung too, he would only apologize if you go first. otherwise you will have to pry an apology out of him, he is easily the most stubborn. but to his credit, he’s also a total softie and would make you dizzy from his affections after the fact.
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[11:04 pm] the stuffed toy cat in minho's hands stares back at him, making his heart ache. no matter how hard he tried to forget about you, he still found traces of you throughout his life.
the stuffed toy cat you had won him on your first date.
hair ties scattered throughout his room.
letters you had left him.
all of it reminding him of the night he broke up with you. while tears streamed down your face, he had walked away.
now here he is sitting on his bed, with the ghost of your first date, feeling selfishly lonely.
it kills him when he remembers the words he had said to you at the end.
he's the one who hurt you.
he's the one who broke up with you.
so why does he miss you so much?
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@kai-kat MY BAL TRIO
this weekend at my job this trio of kids were coming up to me throughout the day begging me to look at a rusty spoon they had found in the creek by the dining hall because it was rusty and had some detailing and they were convinced it's an antique and i should put it in our nature museum. and every time i was either busy or they didnt have the spoon so i never saw it. but like. it's a spoon someone threw into the creek from the dining hall. finally at dinner im eating my pasta and having a bit of a break when the little trio comes up to me with the spoon and it sure is a tarnished rusty spoon. and im like "yeah ill look it over and ill let you know later!!" already thinking of ways to nicely tell them this is regular silverware from 2003. but then i look at the back and google the branding on the back and. those kids legit found a silver spoon from 1922. guess i gotta put it in the museum
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kisses with seungmin
kisses to his nose, chaste and sweet and dramatic with the way you make a smacking sound with your lips. giggling at him when he makes a show of wiping it away with his sleeve, even though you know he loves it by the way his eyes shine at you with adoration every time you do it.
kisses to his cheeks, when they’re puffed out as he pours at you when you eat the last piece of kimbap, or when he’s making faces at you when you’re nervous just to make you laugh.
kisses to his head, every time you pass by him, the action coming as second nature from how long you’ve been doing it. not being able to move your body away from him until you press your lips to his head, anywhere and everywhere you can reach.
kisses to his fingertips when he’s sad, pulling his hands out of his jeans’ or hoodie’s pockets to bring the pads of his fingers to your lips. pressing one to each and every finger until he rewards you with a smile, small and timid but still there because of you.
kisses to his knees when you’re laying with your head on his lap. taking a break from whatever you’re doing on your phone or letting your eyes leave the movie you’re watching together to press a kiss to his knee, whether it’s against the sweatpants he likes to wear in the winter or his bare skin during the heat of the summer.
kisses to his lips, moving your body close enough to his that you can smell the clean cologne and fresh body wash on him. close enough that you can feel his breathes wracking through his body as he struggles to catch it.
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all your stuffed animals love you. they're not sad if they're in a box, or on the floor, or not held/played with as much. they understand. they know that you might need another stuffie more, or that you don't have enough space. they're just happy to be with you, and if you ever give them away, they'll be happy there too. stuffies are for comfort. they understand. they love you too. it's okay.
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never met your teacher but i hate her guts frfr 🙏🙏
guess i'll stop being a good friend to people goddamn.
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reblog and put in the tags a series that you don't actually watch/read, but that you vaguely follow the progress of via social media
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your ask button says send han pics so imma do that
and my personal fav
DEYJAH BABBBEBEBEBEE 🤭🤭🤭🤭 ARE YOU AN ANGEL SENT FROM HEAVEN THANK YOU FOR THE HAN PICS
i luv the third , sixth, and your personal fave he ate saur hard
THANK YOU BABE ILY 🫶🫶
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someone send me skz requests PLEASE im DESPERATE
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i SAUR get it babe 🙏🙏 jongseob pfp ate
apologies to everyone who just saw me go thru five different pfps i am indecisive and way too autistic about my layout
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anxiety. hurt/comfort.
[ 11:11 ] "Are you listening?"
You blink slowly, pulling your attention from your peeling nail polish to your boyfriend. Minho looks at you from the couch, his head tilted a little as he waits for an answer.
"I can't," you say, your legs bouncing.
"Can't?"
"I can't listen right now. I'm sorry. I can't–"
"Hey," he interrupts, slapping his thighs in invitation. "C'mere."
You're quick to comply, practically leaping from your place at the dining table—leaving your untouched lunch behind. You settle yourself on his lap, wrapping your arms around him and finding the perfect crook to rest your head. He's warm.
He doesn't question you. He knows how to read you, read your ups and downs. He often spots your anxiety before you've even noticed your physical tells yourself. He takes your hand gently when you pick at your polish, wraps his fingers around your thighs when you bounce your knee, brushes your hair behind your shoulders and attempts to braid it when you fiddle with the strands a little too long. He knows.
"I'm sorry," you whisper, lips brushing against his neck. You can feel your eyes watering, all the emotion you've held back ready to burst forth now that you're surrounded by comfort—now that you're safe.
"You did well today," Minho says as his thumb slips just under the hem of your t-shirt, brushing your skin gently.
"I didn't do anything. I—"
"You're breathing," he says. "All you have to do is breathe."
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tumblr’s algorithm works best with reblog’s not just likes so pls reblog my work <3
pairing -> bf!heeseung x fem!reader
genre -> romance n’ fluff
warning(s) -> cuteness overload
word-count -> 0.6k
synopsis -> in which a discussion you and your boyfriend have result in a cute surprise
authors note -> this is really bad, I will probably delete this or rewrite it, I haven’t decided yet. sorry it sucks ! happy reading though <3
“Do you ever want to get married?”
Feeling surprised and startled by the sudden question, you looked up from the small tech device you were holding in your hands, your gaze falling upon your boyfriend, Heeseung, whose head was currently laying flat against your lap.
You took this opportunity to scan your boyfriend’s features for a tell that he was joking around, and it didn’t take long till you made the startling realization that he was genuinely being sincere.
“What’s with the sudden question?” You questioned as you fixed your gaze on him and raised your eyebrows. Your eyes catching his own.
“Technically, it’s not sudden; we’ve been dating for three years. Last time we spoke about this was maybe a year ago. Isn’t the topic supposed to come up again eventually?” He asked, cocking his head so he could see your face better while leaning against your lap. His maroon colored lips that were originally straight in form, now curled into a little pout as he raised his eyebrows in curiosity.
Naturally, the topic would come up at some point, and that didn’t bother you at all. Not that you were against getting married to your boyfriend—in fact, you were all for it. Hardly a day went by where you didn't consider asking him directly as opposed to just dropping those small, subtly hinting clues whenever he was nearby.
It wasn’t like you both were in a rush to get married; it was clear that you both intended to tie the knot at some point, but you both just never really had the opportunity to discuss it in thoroughly.
“You’re right, it is. It's just that we’ve never really spoken about it since.” You spoke, your hands finding their way into his messed-up hair. The few hairs that were delicately draped across his forehead, almost completely hiding his eyes, were now brushed away by your finger tips.
“Exactly.” He mumbled and fiddled with a piece of straw wrapper, probably from the remaining takeout you two had ordered an hour prior. He mumbled a string of nonsense under his breath before letting his thoughts break the silence once again; “If I were to propose to you right now, but I have no shiny ring to offer you, would you say yes?”
You giggled and softly grinned at your boyfriend laying on your lap while you continued to run your fingers through his silky locks, a mutter slipping past your lips and under your breath in contemplation, “Yes.” You nodded, your smile remaining small and sincere.
“Wait, really?”
“Of course, why would I say no?”
“I figured maybe you’d prefer something extravagant..” He laughed, grinning, “I guess I was wrong.”
“Hee, I like shiny things but I’d marry you with paper rings. I don’t care for it to be extravagant as long as I have you, that’s all I want.” You spoke, as you watched the way his eyes soften, the reflection in them displaying a mix of love and comfort and that alone was just enough to make your heart beat even faster. The way the sparkles in his eyes resembled the stars located in the night sky, balancing beautifully with the way his eyes stared into yours.
“So, marry me.” Heeseung, who had previously been lying down, was now sitting up straight and motionless. His body facing your curled-up form on the couch, as he awaited your response.
“What?”
“Marry me.” He repeated, bringing his hands into view to match the words coming from his mouth and letting you catch a peek at the piece of paper he was toying with just a few moments ago; the straw wrapper now neatly crafted into a paper ring—the sides were twisted as a tiny little knot rest at the top to resemble a diamond.
The moment you’d been wanting for a while had finally come, and you didn’t even need to think of an answer. This was the sweetest and cutest thing anyone has ever done for you, and it might not have been perfect or super romantic, but it was to you, and that's all that mattered.
“Yes!”
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starboy & stargirl.
tsukishima didn't fall in love often— hell, he rarely experienced any sort of attraction towards anyone. of course, he's had celebrity and fictional crushes before, and of course he had personal (intimacy) issues, but it wasn't a big deal, right? it wasn't required to have a girlfriend in your second year of middle school!
yet once he reached high school, he found himself single while most of the people he knew had already found themselves crushes and partners. he was an attractive, tall, smart guy — not to mention, he started playing volleyball, so obviously he got confessions and both girls and guys pining after him all the time.
but he just never felt any kind attraction towards the people that confessed to him. he would always semi-politely decline their confessions or laugh in their face due to his big ego.
the only person he's ever crushed on for so long is you; you were his best friend since the 1st grade, not bothered by his mean and snarky tendencies. you were the very rare person that stuck around, and when yamaguchi shimmied his way into your duo, you were suddenly deemed the most annoying people in your middle school; tsukishima was obviously annoying due to his sarcasm and height, you weren't as much of a problen, but you enabled him— and yamaguchi, the less annoying peacemaker that was slowly losing his sanity.
tsukishima kei, who liked you when you made fun of yamaguchi's bullies after school.
tsukishima kei, who crushed on you when you would invite him over for dinner without telling your mom.
tsukishima kei, who fell in love with you the moment you had your first witty banter 20 minutes after meeting eachother.
tsukishima kei, who fell in love with you when he caught you making food with his mother and talking to her about his childhood stories.
tsukishima kei, who no matter how much he hides it, has feelings — for you, and for others.
"tsukiiii!" you yelled, waving at him with a smile as you approach him, bottle of water in your hand. "i just wanted to wish you good luck before your big game!" you offered the lunch to him, pushing it towards him forcefully. he stared at you blankly, then back down at the food— to be fair, your cooking wasn't good but it wasn't bad either. it was in the middle and above average.
the team was just about to walk into the gym for their first game, when you had started yelling— which startled literally everyone. you swore kageyama whispered to hinata: "for a short person, they're *really* loud.."
tsukishima glared at the two, which made everyone stop in their tracks and now watch your entire interaction. a slight blush crept onto his cheeks, pushing his glasses up and glancing between the box in your hands and your face, which was giddy with excitement. he furrowed his eyebrows and frowned in faux disappointment, "why are you so excited? it's not like its your game.." he muttered, taking the lunch from you and shoving it into his bag. "you didn't have to cook anything for me."
you scoffed, a smile still playing on your lips despite his words. "i cooked it because i'm a great friend and i'm excited because you're my bestest friend and i know you'll do great! it's my signature recipe!"
"wow, i didn't know this was expired instant spicy ramen." tsukishima retorted with a snarky smirk. you rolled your eyes, standing on your toes to squish his cheeks, giggling when he pushed your wrist away. "i'll be cheering you on from the sidelines, tsuki-tsuki!"
he blushes at the nickname. "you sound so lame right now." he chokes when tanaka throws a slipper at him. "hey, stingyshima! be nicer to girls that give you lunch and cheer you on during your games! you idiot!" the older boy yells.
"sounds a lot like your sister you're talking about, ryu." sugawara whispers.
you let out a small laugh at tsukishima's annoyed expression because their loud yelling for him to be more polite, watching him sigh and push up his glasses once more. "thank.... you for the food, yn. it was very nice of you." he says blankly, his expression ever so stoic, yet the tip of his ears flushed a deep red. "you're welcome, tsuki-tsuki!" you tease, "i've gotta go now, but i have to say something first.."
you pause for dramatic effect, the widest grin on your face. tsukishima hates it when you do this. "even if you lose or win— which you will —i'll buy you dinner!" the team whistles and teases tsukishima as you say this, hinata jumping as high as he can and hitting his head on the ceiling. at this point, people were starting to stare.
a small, tiny blush rises to his pale cheeks as he watched them get excited over the mere promise of a 'date', "it's impossible to give them more of a reason to get hyped up, but i think you just did." tsukishima jokes, a proud feeling settling deep in his chest when he sees you laugh.
"what can i say? i bring the happiness out in people." you poke his cheeks, and yet again, tsukishima gently pushes your hand away. "alright, i'll go now! bye, kei!" you wave at him as you leave, off to go find a place to sit.
nishinoya and tanaka come up from behind him, tanaka throwing his arm over tsukishima's shoulder and ruffling his hair. "looks like tsuki-tsuki's got a date!" he teased, laughing when nishinoya tries to bite the poor blonde boy. "yeah, i didn't think you had any sort of rizz to pull any woman!"
tsukishima scoffs. "shut up. it's not like you guys could get anyone to crush on you with how dumb you guys look." kei mutters, pushing himself away from the chaos of the two 2nd years teasing him.
"IT'S NOT LIKE YOU LOOK ANY BETTER, TSUKISHIMA!"
"FOUR EYES!!"
"you guys, stop, people are staring!" daichi yells.
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to say that kei was surprised you watched the *entire* game was an understatement. he was even more surprised when he heard you yelling his name and wearing one of his t-shirts in the crowd mid-set, making him blush the entire time.
when karasuno had won, you were the first person to cheer for tsukishima— not them as a team, but for tsukishima.
once they packed up, you immediately raced down to talk to the blonde boy, giving hinata a high-five as you passed him. "tsukishima, you did great! i'm so proud of you!" you ran towards him, tackling him with a hug— he didn't exactly fall over, but he did stumble. "i barely did anything.." kei mumbled, the tips of his ears flushing a dark red. "you did a lot, and i'm so proud of you!"
tsukishima could feel his teammates' eyes boring at the back of his head, if he wasn't talking to you right now, he would've rolled his eyes and made a snarky remark. "thanks. you still owe me that dinner, by the way." he led you away from the team, hand intertwined with yours and bag slung over his shoulder, before you two knew it, you were walking out the door. "where are we going anyways?"
you hummed, "well, i don't really know. i'm thinking of just eating anywhere we come across." kei rolls his eyes playfully at your answer, a teasing smirk on his lips. "isn't that just your answer to everything?" he tilts his head to the side. "we could eat at your place.. or maybe, like, a burger king? oh, i know this really good place that serves amazing coffee jelly.."
kei didn't realize you had stopped walking until he looked down and saw your hands weren't intertwined with eachother, he looked back and saw you staring and pointing in the direction of a— "no." was the immediate response that left his lips when he approached you, trying his best efforts to drag you away from the cheap awful sushi restaurant.
"there!" you point, refusing to move from where you stood - as if your shoes were glued to the sidewalk.
"oh my god, no."
"keeiii, please?"
"no, yn. i know so many better places that don't serve food that taste like feet."
"but it moves around me!"
"so does normal food if you put it on wheels."
you pout up at him, "please, kei?"
and what kind of man is he to say no to something like that?
so that's how he ended up here; sat across from you in a booth, a train of sushi to his left, and the plates of food in front of the both of you. his nose scrunches up in disgust at the different desserts and platters - all sharing one quality; being weird. his expression contrasted yours which looks vaguely curious.. and also disgusted. "yn, can we please leave? we could cook these ourselves at home and they would still taste like feet."
you roll your eyes at his reaction, already digging into your food. "i dunno what you're talking about, tsuki, this is really good." you nod, taking a sip of your water. kei seems to disagree, being the drama king he is, his face scrunched in disgust the moment he swallows the food. "again, it tastes.." he coughs, "..like feet."
"i disagree!" you say in a singsong manner, your eyes scanning the room for a second before landing on a couple that looked almost like you and kei; not exactly the same appearance-wise, but the two seemed to be have the dynamic you two did. you curiously stare at them, which prompts kei to stare at them as well. "why are you looking at those strangers? if you're thinking about poisoning them, i'm sure you just have to give them this sweet, sour, bullshit." he takes another bite, despite what he says.
"do you think they're on a date?" you pause, staring back at kei. "or are they just really good friends that look like they're dating eachother? y'know, like us."
for the first time in a while, kei was rendered speechless— he stared blankly at the food, unmoving and unblinking. he didn't.. know what to say or even what to think, were you flirting? was that a serious question? what did you mean?
"what do you mean?" he asked, glancing up at you before taking another bite of the food.
"i just mean, like, do you think the girl really likes the guy but doesn't know how to tell him or ask him out? or do you think the guy doesn't like her back and is too afraid to tell her. i think if that's true, then the guy should really tell the girl right now." you shrug. your heart was beating so fast, you could barely keep up with it— you felt so nervous, like you were gonna puke and all your organs were all gonna come out of your ass and mouth.
kei's heart shattered at the latter, he hated how you could actually think something like that. "well— i think the guy thinks this entire thing is stupid and adorable. i think he also thinks it about the girl." you blush at his words, even if he was using someone else as an example, you knew he was talking about you. "i think the guy really wants to ask out the girl, but feels like the girl would hate him if he did. if the guy asked the girl out right now, do you think she would reject him?"
"i would never!" you gasp.
kei laughs a little at that, cracking that precious smile of his. "wow, i didn't know we were talking about us!" he sarcastically replies.
"i'm asking you out, kei. not the other way around, let me win this one!" you whine.
he smiles, "okay, okay.. i'll go out with you. it's pretty desperate of you though—"
"shut up!"
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