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absolutebl · 8 months

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What are some BL couples who you DO think could actually have a long haul perfect ending and not burn out two months after the show ends?

(Also if possible, could you drop the show titles aswell? Thanks)

20 BL Couples I Love & Think Would Actually Make it In the Long Run

Ha, yeah I intentionally didn't include the titles in that last post because I was being negative. Since these are positive... here you go!

Advance Bravely

I know right? One from China. But yeah I think they're very opposites attract but still well balanced and suited to each other. Plus "stern but indulgent Daddy + spoiled brat" is a favorite dynamic of mine.

Guardian

He waited 10,000 gd years. It has to work out. Despite censorship.

Old Fashion Cupcake

They both mature enough to be very motivated.

Tokyo in April Is

They suffered for that love. It's an enduring eternal kinda thing.

Cherry Blossoms After Winter

Taesung is NEVER letting him go. Never.

Long Time No See

Not only are they staying together, can you imagine anyone trying to separate them?

Nobleman Ryu's Wedding

I just think they gonna live in obscurity in the middle of the woods with their books forever.

Our Dating Sim

Of course they're gonna last, that was the whole point of the show.

Oh Boarding House

I think they both had to come around to each other with a lot of self-examination as to what it meant for them, their identities, and their lives. That kind of thoughtfulness bodes well for longevity.

(This is an under-appreciated gem. IMHO)

Be Loved In House I Do

Yeah they just so into each other but also adoring but understand each other's quirks. There's no meanness or pettiness to either of them. Double down on affection + chemistry is a good recipe for longevity.

DNA Says Love You

They came back for, and waited for, each other.

HIStory Obsessed

It's in the title. This level of mutually obsessed disfunction only ends in death.

HIStory 4: Close to You

Problematic side couple. Dito the above.

Thousand Stars

It's high romance of the eternal forever kind.

2 Moons Ambassador

They are *that* couple. "I married my college sweetheart and am incandescently happy forever in a disgustingly sappy way" that shouldn't work but does.

My Only 12%

Again, they suffered too much not to make it work. They are basically each other's half, it codependent, but that's the point.

Ingredients

They define domesticity. The true key to most couple longevity is the ability to actually live together.

Oh My Sunshine Night

File these two under the "once he had a taste, its' forever." The seme is too bossy and too possessive for anyone but the one he picked. This one lasts because Rain would MAKE IT last.

Oxygen

Dito the above, only softer.

Until We Meet Again

Of course. I mean, OF COURSE OF COURSE. That's the point. Dean's entire existence would be a failure if they broke up.

Despite my love of the genre I didn't pick any high school BL couples. Even if I think they may have a chance I'm not sure how I feel about that kind of pairing.

I didn't pick ones we know lasted because they showed it to us: e.g. Unintentional Love Story, His, Dear Doctor, My Ride.

There are a few I left off because I think they could last as a couple but the circumstances of their lives and surrounding, means I'm not sure if they would be allowed to, like Not Me, Never Let Me Go, Manner of Death.

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strawberry-cow-smut · 4 months

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"It's always been there."

Character: Gojo Satoru, Jujutsu Kaisen

Reader: Gender Neutral

Exploring: First Meeting, Love at First Sight, First Date, Relationship Moments, Gaslighting (about small and inconsequential things), Awkward Moments, Lots of Fluff

Gojo Satoru is known for his boyish demeanor; full of fun, laughter, and a playfulness that rivals any other. Sure, he's possibly the most powerful sorcerer to have ever existed in the written memory of mankind and likely the closest thing to an actual god that humanity currently has on its side, but none of that really changes anything; at least when you look at him.

Satoru is like a mischievous cat. He'll mess with your hair and move essential items onto higher shelves then hide the stepladder just so you have to come ask him for help. He'll lurk around corners just to "casually" walk out just as you're coming around them to cause a crash of bodies in which he can ever-so-heroically save you from "certain death". To put it frankly, he's an asshole (affectionate).

But he's your asshole.

Gojo Satoru asked you out back when you were both in middle school. He'd decided to walk a different path on his way to the local convenience store after class had ended. For you, on the other hand, this path was your chosen way home from your own middle school.

It was a cold spring and the cherry blossoms had yet to bloom; decorating the landscape with trees that vaguely resembled themselves after the first powder of a chilly winter season. Some buds had already fallen and were floating their way down the stream next to his path.

He remembers seeing your reflection in the water of the river first, then moments later being awestruck as your figure popped out from a corner and began heading towards him. Normally, Satoru wouldn't think much of a person walking towards him, but something about you just had his heart in shambles the moment he laid eyes on you.

Is it really all that unusual for a middle schooler to hear wedding bells when he's barely even gotten over the idea of cooties?

The distance between you two was closing at a slow yet steady pace. He'd been frozen in place since the moment you'd appeared, but you hadn't stopped walking at all. Once you were roughly six or seven meters away, he couldn't hold himself back any longer.

"HEY!"

The sudden yell caught you off guard; bringing your own body's movements to a grinding halt.

"DO YOU WANT TO GO OUT SOMETIME?"

With a boyish smile and bright eyes, Satoru stared eagerly, waiting for an answer. Sure, the delivery wasn't the most impressive, nor had you ever seen this kid before in your life, but what did you have to lose?

"No."

Apparently, your dignity.

Not giving him another second of your time, you turned tail and walked away, leaving him frozen in the same spot, with a much sadder posture.

Satoru stayed still for a few minutes, processing what just happened and what he'd just done. What he'd just done was make an absolute fool of himself and blow what possibly could have been his only chance with you. He wasn't about to give up so easily, though.

For the next month and a half (or forty-three days, to be precise), Satoru walked that same route every single day at the same time, even on days when he didn't feel like heading to the convenience store, just hoping to see you again.

You, on the other hand, purposely walked a different path in hopes of avoiding a weird white-haired kid with a tendency to yell out his unfounded love confessions. On the forty-third day, you incorrectly decided it was safe to return to your normal path, and encountered the doofus once more.

Once again, he was awestruck. He did wait for you to approach a bit closer this time, though. Once you had passed by and were a few steps behind him, he stuttered out his name, accompanied with a rather charming voice crack. You muttered your own in response, and he lit up. He jogged a bit to catch up with you, abandoning his trip to the convenience store in favor of a conversation with you.

In all honesty, he was a bit of a pest. He was loud and a bit obnoxious with hardly any regard for personal space, but something about this weird kid with his sights on you seemed oddly right; maybe not a good idea, but right all the same. Reluctantly, you conceded and agreed to meet him for a movie after class next week.

Your first date wasn't all that great. He was so amped up about the idea of seeing you that he'd practically yelled every sentence he spoke. Whenever he awkwardly attempted to hold your hand, he'd squeeze a bit too tight.

But still, he'd opened the door for you, bought both the tickets and popcorn, made sure you had the best seats in the theater, and had tried his best to manage both the date and his enthusiasm.

Oh god, his enthusiasm.

You'd arrived to your first date exactly when you said you would, but Satoru had already been standing outside the theater gates for two hours before the movie would even start. He'd visited two different flower shops on his way there, trying to decide which ones were the perfect ones to get for a first date, then ultimately decided holding flowers during a movie wouldn't be all that comfortable and forgetting about that idea altogether.

He didn't plan on you ever knowing that, wanting to seem as cool as possible in front of his crush, but the box office cashier made sure to tell you all about it. Of course, Satoru was bright red by the time they'd finished, but so were you. It was a new feeling to have someone be so excited to see you, and even more new to know they'd been thinking of you so intensely beforehand.

Before you two parted after the movie, you did mention an ice cream shop you'd be at that Saturday. Despite all his annoyances, they were still charming annoyances; and he'd earned a second date.

Throughout the years, you two would go on hundreds of other dates where his annoyances would make themselves known time and time again, each of them becoming endearing and something you'd almost look forward to.

He'd tell you there's a cool bird outside to get you to turn your head, then steal a bite off your plate when you weren't looking. When you'd invite him over, he'd open your sock drawer the moment you left him unattended and would switch around all the paired socks with others that were very obviously not their mate. He'd leave cute notes that said "I love you" or something similar in places you'd undoubtedly find them: your glovebox, your dresser, the kitchen counter, inside the fridge; although they'd always have a silly little poorly drawn penis in the bottom right corner. He'd reenact the famous "Long Live the King" scene from The Lion King with your stuffed animals then flop back in your bed, claiming to be the only thing you need to snuggle at night.

With all this in mind, it's truly a wonder how willing you were to trust him when he started gaslighting you.

It started small, and it certainly wasn't intentional the first time. As far as you know, the first instance was when you noticed a large stash of your favorite snack sitting in your shared pantry. Not wanting to lose his cool like he'd done so many times before, Satoru played dumb and acted like he hadn't ever seen the snack before in his entire life. You held firmly to your suspicion that he had something to do with the tiny mountain on the shelf, but it's not like it mattered, nor could you prove anything... and you did really like the snack, so you just shrugged it off and went with it; genuinely considering the possibility that you'd forgotten accumulating so many treats for yourself.

He really didn't think it'd be that easy to convince you. He turned the situation over in his head a few times that night, thinking about what your gullibility meant for the future of your relationship, but he didn't see many downsides; at least with how he planned to take advantage of it.

"Yes dear, the TV was always that big. No, it certainly didn't grow overnight. Are you imagining things?"

"Oh, you really like the fabric of our bedsheets? It's your favorite texture? What do you mean they're new? Oh, Honey, we've had these sheets forever and you're just now telling me about this?"

"You haven't worn that outfit in a while. What do you mean you've never seen it before? It was always in the back of your closet. It was just behind that old shirt you stole from me when we first moved in together. Yeah. You mentioned it was your dream outfit, but you've always had that."

"No, a jeweler didn't call today. You must be going crazy. I didn't even hear the phone ring and I've been home all day long. You're so silly."

One morning, the sun started shining a bit brighter than usual, or at least it appeared to since Satoru had forgotten to close the window before bed last night. He said he would before he laid down to sleep, but apparently forgot to keep his promise. While you slept peacefully. he'd been up the majority of the night. He'd been stirring about the house the entire night; sitting in every chair, making a thousand Google searches, playing Jenga by himself, and debating on whether or not to crawl into bed with you. Eventually, he would give into this little desire, but not before tending to another small task first. Satoru completed his little task before climbing into his side of the bed and snuggling up to you as per his usual.

You woke the following morning with the sun's rays leaping through your window and assaulting your face as it rose on the horizon. The arm around your waist kept you cemented in place. As you attempted to roll over to escape the warmth of another day, tired grumbles sounded from the face hidden from the same criminal in the small of your back.

"Five more minutes."

Given how he towered over you in both strength and stubbornness, you sighed and gave in to his grumbling without much of a fight. If you're going to be stuck here, you might as well make the most of it, right? Five minutes for him can at least mean four more for you too. As you lay your head back down on your pillow, a sudden and bright sparkle from your bedsheets caught your eye.

What the hell could that be?

In your sleep-drunken state, you attempted to reach out and grab the object, only to realize the shimmering object moved at the same pace as your fingertips... or did it?

The mysterious twinkle seemed to be attached to your hand; your left ring finger to be precise.

The extra heft was surely noticeable once you'd awakened enough to gain some form of higher thinking. There is absolutely not a single logical reason as to why this giant ring, almost gaudy in its presentation and glittering enough to make oncoming cars swerve, would be on your finger. Sure, Satoru had made some jokes in the past, but you swore he'd never proposed to you.

He stirs and grumbles again, obviously disturbed by your refusal to lay back down.

"Satoru? What's this?" you inquire without breaking your gaze at the ring. Satoru sits up slightly and yawns; blinking a few times before waking up enough to respond properly.

"... Oh! I know this one! It's a ring!"

Wow. So intelligent.

"Of course it's a ring, dumbass. What's it doing on my hand?"

"It's your engagement ring, silly. Don't you remember? I proposed like a month ago."

"......... Are you sure you did that?"

"Absolutely positive. Never been more sure of anything in my life."

"I think I'd remember something like that."

"Hmm... I don't know if you would. You've been forgetting a lot of things lately. Good thing I can remember it enough for both of us. We were in that cafe you like with those cute plants on the windowsill and it was snowing outside. You ordered a hot chocolate in their signature seasonal Santa mug and I had my glass of steamed apple juice to go with it. I got down on one knee and you said yes before I even had a chance to ask the question. It was so cute how eager you were." Satoru took a deep sigh and gave your body a slight squeeze, burying his face in the small of your back once more.

You're immediately calling "bullshit" in your head, but the slight tremble in his breathing makes you go along with it this time, fully understanding exactly what he's trying to do. With a sigh, you lay back down as well, rolling over to face him and cup his cheeks. Looking into his cerulean eyes, you give a soft smile and a gentle peck on his lips.

"I'm so glad you remember. I'm sorry I don't, but maybe you can do it again so I can remember this time?"

Satoru froze for a moment; taking the time to think through his next words carefully.

"Of course, my love." He cupped your cheek with one of his large hands and pressed his nose to your own; bright eyes peering directly into your soul.

"My beloved dove, I have loved you with everything that I am, and, if you'll allow me, I'd be honored to love you with all that I will ever be for all eternity. For the rest of our lives, I want to wake up next to you, just like this, and hold you in my arms, just like this. Whether we're fighting the clock and rushing out of the house after another 'Just five more minutes' or taking it easy and sleeping in until noon, I want that to be our every day together. I want to stay with you as long as you'll let me, as close as you'll have me. When I'm with you, the days turn into hours and the hours into minutes and minutes into seconds. I fear that forever may not be long enough to truly show you how much I love you, so I'm afraid I'll have to cut my little speech short. What I'm really trying to say is... Will you marry me?"

~~~~~~~~~~~Author’s Note~~~~~~~~~

Happy holidays to @saintsugu!! I'm your Secret Santa! This one's written especially for you, Ezra! This is the first JJK piece I've written so it might seem a little funky, but I sincerely hope you enjoyed getting to experience this little love story with Gojo <3

Heart dividers made by @/cafekitsune

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lieslab · 8 months

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Stupid Bird

Summary: Hyunjin plans an outdoor spring date for the two of you.

Pairing: Hynunjin X gn reader

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.7K

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“What are you doing?” You raised an eyebrow as you glanced over the top of your phone.

You had been laying on the couch scrolling through your social media accounts when Hyunjin came through the front door. Earlier he had disappeared outside and told you to stay put. You had questions, but Hyunjin was Hyunjin, so you stayed silent. You hadn’t left your spot on the couch.

He pushed his face closer to yours. You slowly pulled your phone down, so you could see him better. His warm brown eyes were sparkling with excitement. “Do you remember how I told you that I wanted to have a date with you outside? I never knew what I wanted to do, but I wanted it to be outside.”

Ever since the winter months had started to warm up, Hyunjin had wanted to be outside more. The frost had disappeared and the snow had melted away. Dreary gray skies had been replaced with baby blue hues and white cotton clouds.

The Earth had finally begun to reawaken from its slumber. Bare tree limbs had sprouted with new leaves. South Korea’s cherry blossom trees had finally started to bloom. The soft pink flowers filled the air with their sweet scent.

The natural wildlife had started prowling around again. The warm morning sunshine was filled with birds chirping. Every morning, without a doubt, you were greeted by their natural alarms. Butterflies flapped their wings and fluttered gracefully. The bright green grass was soft and spongy beneath your feet, finally warmed after spending months frozen solid.

Hyunjin seemed to be able to romanticize every season, but in the spring, he bloomed. Sometimes in the colder months, he had days where he felt a little more down than usual. You always had to find a way to help him out of his dreary fog. In the spring, it didn’t happen as much.

When it did, you tugged him with you outside and his mood would change. Maybe it was the slight breeze in his face or the sight of a wild rabbit. The squirrels shoving food into their cheek pockets with tiny hands which reminded him of Han. The bright sunshine that warmed his face. He always seemed to feel a lot lighter in the spring.

“I do remember that,” you dropped your phone on your chest. “What about it? Did you plan something?”

“I didn’t just plan it, I set something up. Come on!” He grabbed your hand and pulled you up.

You let him jerk your body off the couch and followed him outside. The two of you had moved into your own apartment a few months ago. You were only about a fifteen minute drive from his company.

Outside, you were hit with the smell of fresh cut grass. Whoever your landlord hired to mow it had just finished mowing earlier this morning. You let Hyunjin pull you along until he dropped your hand. He had led you to a small table with a plastic back table cloth covering it.

Two folding chairs were placed on either side of the table. Two wooden birdhouses sat on each end. A spread of different sized paint brushes and paint tubes sat in the middle of the table. Off to one side, a small circular charcuterie board had been set up.

Different meats and cheese cubes accompanied crackers and a few fruits. You looked at the table with wide eyes. “When did you make this?”

“I made it back at the dorms and had Changbin drive it over earlier. I made it last night before I came home. What do you think? Do you like it?”

“Like it? I love it!”

His mouth curled up in a smile. He moved a chair out and gestured for you to sit down. You quickly sat down and he hurried to sit across from you.

“I was thinking that we could paint these birdhouses and nibble on some snacks. I know we’re not always a huge fan of the birds every morning, but they do live around here.”

One of your neighbors had her front yard decorated with a wide variety of birdhouses and a bird bath. Birds were always in the area, but since she regularly fed and watered them, there were a lot more birds in the area.

“Maybe if we’re lucky, one of them will use one and lay eggs. Maybe we’ll get our very own little bird family. We can name the kids and we can feed them every morning.”

“Are we going to buy worms for them?”

Hyunjin’s face scrunched up in disgust, “I meant bird seed!”

You let out a laugh and pulled the bird house closer to you. “What color are you going to paint yours?”

“I don’t know yet. I was thinking of something bright and colorful. The apartment is white and it’s a little drab on the outside. What are you going to do?”

“I’m not sure yet.” Your eyes scanned the paint before you finally picked up your favorite color. You picked out a black handled brush.

“I forgot the water and palettes!” Hyunjin got up and quickly hurried inside. A few moments later, he came back with two disposable cups and two small wooden paint palettes.

He placed one in front of you and set the cup down beside you before returning to his own seat. The two of you laughed and nibbled on the food he prepped beneath the warm sun. You kept getting distracted by the conversation. You’d paint a few strokes before you’d pull your head up and speak. The mild weather was nice enough that the two of you could relax in your t-shirts and jeans.

Two hours later, you had finally finished the first coat of the house. You glanced over to eye Hyunjin’s and your mouth opened in shock. Not only had he painted his birdhouse, but he made it look like an actual house. He had painted small multi-colored flowers around the sides. Shingles had been added to the roof. He was in the process of creating a painted window on the side.

Your lips sat out in a pout, “this isn’t fair. You’re one-upping me! The birds are going to think your house is so much better than mine.”

“Sweetheart, it’s not my fault that you decided to date an artist. You knew what you were signing up for when you agreed to date me. It’s not my fault that my artistic ability tops yours.”

“Hey!” You called out playfully. You knew that he was just joking and meant no harm. The two of you were used to bickering back and forth. You crossed your arms over your chest and let out a dramatic huff.

Maybe you had learned a thing or two about theatrics while dating him. Even the most minor inconveniences caused you to put on a show. It had been a running joke that Hyunjin had corrupted you. You didn’t do it all the time, but when you did, you were sure to make it as dramatic as possible.

“Oh, you poor thing,” Hyunjin cooed.

He finished his window and put down his brush. He pushed himself out of his chair and towards you. He wrapped his arms around you tightly.

“There, there, don’t worry. I’m sure the birds will appreciate your house, but they’ll just appreciate mine a little more.” He planted a wet sloppy kiss on the side of your cheek. You squealed and squirmed in his grip as he laughed.

“You got your germs on me!”

“I’m so sorry, let me fix it.”

He released you from his grip and pulled you to your feet. You thought he was going to wipe off his saliva, but he cupped your face between his hands. Your eyes widened in shock as his lips came back into contact with your face.

Over and over again, he pressed kisses to your face. Loud smooches filled the air. He didn’t care if the neighbors were watching. Your giggles caused his heart to flutter in his chest.

“Hyunjin, get off of me!

He placed a final kiss on the tip of your nose before he pulled away grinning. You frantically wiped at your face. He shook his head, “it’s too late. My kisses have already soaked into your skin. You’ve got my cooties now.”

“Ew.”

The sound of his laughter caused you to start laughing again. You stopped as something flew by the corner of your eye. The laughing ceased and the two of you glanced over at the table. You watched in silence while a bird landed in the middle of it.

“He’s going to pick my house,” Hyunjin whispered.

“No he’s not!” You whispered back. “He’s going to explore mine.”

The two of you held your breaths as the white and brown bird tipped its head to explore the surroundings. You bite down on the inside of your cheek eager to prove that your house was better even if it was a basic color.

Without a word, the bird hopped over to the charcuterie board. It tipped its head and surveyed the food. Black beady eyes scanned slowly before it bent down. Taking their time, they picked up a blueberry before flying off.

The two of you watched it fly over to your neighbors house. It landed on top of one of her birdhouses before it stuck its head into the opening and shimmied inside. You and Hyunjin glanced at each other for a moment.

“Well…I guess he already has a home.”

You glanced over at Hyunjin. A smile slowly spread across your face. “Maybe our birdhouses should dry. That’s probably why he didn’t pick one. The smell of paint was too strong.”

Hyunjin nodded, “I guess that explains it perfectly. He would have picked mine.”

“No he wouldn’t have!”

“Yes he would!”

“No he would not!”

The two of you kept bickering back and forth for a while until Hyunjin grabbed your face again. He pressed his lips against yours to get you to shut up. Your lips moved in sync with his as you kissed him back. After a while, he pulled away and left you dizzy and breathless.

“Maybe we both have good birdhouses and the bird just has a bad opinion.”

You nodded in agreement with bright eyes, flushed cheeks, and swollen lips. “Yeah, yeah; that’s exactly what happened.”

“Stupid bird?”

“Stupid bird.”

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starryriize · 5 months

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what i associate with | xikers

a/n: this is a repost and tbh i think i might do this for all the groups i write for🫶🏼

minjae • puzzles, four leaf clovers, abstract art, waking up at 3am, old maps, stargazing while sitting in the trunk of a car, eating ice cream, watching movie marathons, bold colors, soft covers, kissing your lover at sunrise, making music with random objects, eating home cooked meals, the first day of spring

junmin • crisp suits, laughter that lasts too long to be a normal laugh, just dance battles, random acts of service, chinese checkers, watching cherry blossoms fall, going to shopping malls, dancing while cleaning the house, sushi conveyor belt dates, going to the zoo, playing ball with dogs, watching classic disney movies

sumin • watercolors, rain, pretty hairstyles, dark chocolate, kissing your shoulders, late night swims, skylights, city nightlife, comfortably wrapped in many blankets while watching reality shows, drinking milk out of a wine glass, wearing sunglasses to every occasion, playing music from a gramophone

jinsik • going for boba dates, water gun fights, pillow forts, karaoke that goes on for hours, spontaneous parties, celebrating every little accomplishment, color-coordinated outfits, playing genshin until there’s no more resin and quests to finish, staying up late and pulling an all nighter

hyunwoo • laying in an empty field, snowball fights, playing the piano while singing to you, running in the rain and laughing at how drenched you both are, watching vintage james bond films, going shopping for flower bouquets, walking through bookstores, arcade nights that last longer than expected from “friends”, sleepovers, going to the zoo to solely watch sharks

junghoon • dance dance revolution, watching tangled in the middle of the night, road trips to the nearest beach, nerves before competitions, classical concerts and seeing orchestras, slow dancing with your lover in an empty parking lot at night, spilling coffee on his shirt and giggling about it, dad jokes all the time, wanting to leave the party early to relax in bed, hot cocoa, stacks of books that have yet to be finished

seeun • teasing others out of love, going out for boba at noon and coffee at night, tripping over shoelaces, making comedy, watching the powerpuff girls, going to concerts, lego sets, evergreen trees, christmas lights that go on for miles, festival cotton candy, strawberry lemonade, waffle cone ice cream, relaxing baths after long days

yujun • watching cheesy romance shows, swimming when no one is there, buffets at expensive hotels, rewatching harry potter out of boredom, working out when no one is around except for friends, playing monopoly competitively, karaoke while drinking chocolate milk

hunter • teaching you how to make traditional thai dishes, going shopping together, picking flowers, iced coffees even in winter, afternoon tea, classical music, playing, silk pillowcases, go karting, playing video games until dinnertime, going for long walks, golfing in posh suits, m&m yogurt

yechan • laser tag, classic iced coke with ramen, playing many instruments for fun, watching detective shows, concerts in the shower, relaxing jazz, warm chai tea, falling leaves, beach balls, melting ice cream, silent giggles in a very serious situation, ferris wheel rides, chocolate dipped strawberries

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footnoteinhistory · 19 days

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I've been sick so my schedule is a little off, I didn't run today but I went for a walk a little before sunset. That's kind of an odd time of day for me to be out—I usually run early in the morning or right after work. I decided to walk with a playlist of music I listened to all the time in college, which I think was last time I was regularly out and about around sunset. The history department had a lot of night classes and tonight it was like a visceral reminder of those spring evenings.

Walking across campus while the sun was low, warm enough for short sleeves but knowing the chill would set into your bones walking home after class. The history building was next to the river—most of our classrooms had these big half-circle windows where you could watch the sun set across the river as class went on, everything turning blue and black, the few campus streetlights that worked blinking in and out. So many earthy smells—the pollen, the riverbank at low tide, the trees and flowers. (Back home, there are a few more agriculture scents this time of year—think manure, mostly—but still, the spring evening air tonight smells a lot like it did a couple hundred miles away in college).

Towards the end of the semester, if it wasn't cloudy, you could still catch the last rays of the day after night class. But it was still chilly—not freezing, but that ambient breeze you can just tell is spring fighting for warmth, wrestling the winter cold into something gentler. But it still feels cold on your arms and legs when you've decided it IS spring and won't wear a jacket again until October.

I can't think about college or those classes or this music without thinking of him, and the pandemic, and how things happened, and what a big mess it was, and how it turned out okay, and how I don't know how things would've been different if things went the way they were supposed to. April is strange because I had a last February at college, I had (half) a last March, but I never got to be on campus in April again. The cherry blossoms erupted in April, I took these in 2019

One of the songs I listened to is "I'd Really Love to See You Tonight" by England Dan and John Ford Coley, which I was listening to on a bench outside the campus library when he sat down next to me my first year. I don't remember exactly what made me realize this on my walk tonight, but something about John Larroquette reminds me of him. That dopey smile maybe. Which cements my hunch that every man I ever like for the rest of my life will, in some way, large or small, be compared to or influenced by or somehow similar to him.

Which isn't a bad thing, I guess—I still think he's a good man, it's just sort of inescapable. Sometimes it's funny, sometimes it's exasperating. "Downstream" by Supertramp is the song I most closely connect with him and campus in spring and everything I was feeling at that time. Whenever I think about these things I end up feeling sort of achy, that song is really achy.

One of the hardest things right now is being caught between wanting to do big things and wanting to just exist. I'm not very successful—I mean, I'm fine. I have a middling job that doesn't have much to do with my degree. I didn't publish my thesis outside of my college journal (that's... a can of worms having to do with him, actually). I haven't gone to grad school. I don't currently have plans to change any of that. And I'm okay with that right now. I'm training for a marathon, I have a lot of fun with my friends, I have hobbies. I'm not doing a lot, and I have stress and problems like anyone, but generally I'm happy.

But I get embarrassed about it. I'm afraid to talk to him because I think he'll be disappointed in me for not doing more. Other people, relatives, family friends who expected so much of me—it's hard to tell them I'm not aiming very high now. I'm not aiming at anything, really. I'm just here, and doing my best to enjoy being here. Should I be doing more?

I don't know why I'm writing this. I was thinking so much on my walk and every step, every smell of spring, every way the light hit the trees, felt like a nostalgic slap in the face. I used to write longform all the time, now I barely journal. I miss college and him and when we were closer. I wish I knew whether I should be trying harder and doing bigger, better things to impress people and myself or if I'm okay to just exist. And when I say it like that, the answer sounds clear, but it's really not. Maybe there is something wrong with me, not wanting more. I wish I could go for a run on campus again. It was so much more scenic there.

#old fashioned stream of consciousness bloggin'

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monatice · 12 days

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Pinwheel (Asahi Hamada)

Summary: A lonely pinwheel in the middle of the field was the place where you fell in love with each other. It was the place where you had deep conversations, and dates and made plans for the future. It was supposed to be the beginning of something beautiful. But the truth looks different.

A pinwheel in the middle of the field, surrounded by the most colourful flowers in different variations. From tulips to peonies, to roses and hyacinths. It was a beautiful scenario that everyone would enjoy. Even in winter when the snow covered the bushes in snow, it was still beautiful, letting the snow shine like little crystals.

But for you, it turned into a bittersweet place. Two years ago, you met your soulmate right under this pinwheel. It was raining heavily, and you tried to find shelter underneath the pinwheel where an umbrella was stationed. However, you weren't the only one taking this path, and getting surprised by the sudden rain shower. As you arrived, he was waiting there with the black umbrella with little cherry blossoms on top of it. He looked even more beautiful than the flowers around him. You had two choices, walk back and perhaps get sick, or run towards the pinwheel and talk with him. You decided to have this conversation with him, and you did not regret it. You still wouldn’t, even though your love wasn’t as idyllic as the atmosphere you were surrounded by.

As you were standing underneath the umbrella, you were listening to the rain. No one dared to say anything at first. But you noticed him taking a glimpse at you from time to time.

As the rain continued, you took all the courage you had and smiled at him. “Hi, I am (Y/N), I always take this road to calm my mind. I have never seen you here before.” He smiled at you “I am Asahi, I have recently found this place, and it’s really great to take your mind off of things.”

It was how your love story started. A simple conversation turned into deep conversations to weekly meetings underneath the pinwheel. Week by week passed and you fell in love with his smile, his shyness, his way of thinking, and his voice. You loved everything about Asahi. But there was one problem. Even though both of you were in love, kissing each other underneath the pinwheel, saying I love you to each other every single time you meet, share things about the day you had, you could never have it away from this pinwheel.

Asahi was an idol, a popular idol that could never be seen with any woman or his career could be ruined. And as much as you would love to be with Asahi freely, you could not do it to him. He worked so hard to be where he was. He left his home at such a young age, moved into a completely different country, learned a new language, and trained hard and experienced hardships far away from his family.

And as much as Asahi would love to show the world who conquered his heart, there was no way he could let you get discovered by fans. They would make you regret it, they would hate you, hurt you. And you didn’t deserve it. This pinwheel was the start of your love, but it would also be the end.

Once again, you were sitting in front of the pinwheel, holding hands while Asahi was taking pictures from the flowers around you. You were watching Asahi and you wondered how long you could make this work. The secret meetings in front of the pinwheel. Season for season, without making any step further. Where was this relationship going, did you even have a chance?

Asahi looked over at you, meeting your eyes. He knew what you were thinking, he could read your mind. And it pained him. Was this relationship fair to you? Or should he let you go, because there might be someone who could give you something that he couldn’t?

Asahi stroked your cheek and then looked to the field, closing his eyes. You leaned your head against his shoulder, looking at your intertwined hands. “Asahi… would you be mad if… if…” you sighed.

“If you see this as our last meeting?” Asahi leaned his head against yours.

You simply nodded. “No, I wouldn’t. I would understand. I love you, very much. But I can’t give you what you deserve. You deserve someone who takes you to the beach and takes photos while you are running around. You deserve someone who takes you to your favourite restaurant or café and shows you to the world. You deserve much more than I can give you.” Asahi swallowed, feeling the tears form.

You removed your head from his shoulder and stroked his cheek. “I love you too, so much. But I just…”

“You can’t live like this anymore. Only seeing each other here at the pinwheel, and not somewhere different.” Asahi stroked your cheek where a tear was rolling down. “I understand. And as much as it pains me, I would let you go.”

You met his eyes. “I am not sure if I can move on, but even if we don’t know.” You took his hand. “Please find me, once you know, we can be free together. Please find me, and see if we have a chance. A chance that we don’t have right now, okay? Can you please promise me?”

Asahi nodded. “I promise you, once I know I can be freely together with someone. I will find you.” he grabbed your face and kissed your forehead.

You hugged him and savoured his warmth, you savoured his aftershave, and you savoured how his arms felt around you. “I love you Asahi Hamada.”

He held you close and whispered onto your shoulder, “I love you too, (Y/N). More than I could form in words.”

You looked at his eyes and stood up. He was holding your hand and didn’t want to let go. “Let faith bring us back together when the time is right.”

Asahi nodded “I will find you, my love.” He stood up and put grabbed into his pocket.

“But please, wear this, as a promise of me to find you, when the time is right.” He held up a necklace with a pinwheel on it. You chuckled and felt tears forming, so you only nodded.

Asahi took a step towards you and put the necklace around your neck. You smiled and before you could turn around, Asahi grabbed your face and kissed you. A deep passionate kiss that was speaking hundreds of words. The love he felt for you, the pain of you leaving, it was all said by this one kiss.

As you hesitantly pulled away, you slowly took steps back, his hand still holding yours, the more steps you took, the more your arms were pulled up. And as you took one last step, your hands couldn’t touch each other anymore. And that’s when you turned around and walked away from the person you loved, away from this pinwheel. Hoping that he would find you very soon.

…

Asahi has been an idol for so many years now, Jihoon, Jaehyuk and Junkyu have gotten married, and fans have chilled out. But he hasn’t fallen in love again ever since you walked out of his life.

He often went to the pinwheel but noticed that no one else was going there. You sincerely have moved on. You walked away which he totally understood. Your relationship wasn’t going anywhere with the heavy feeling of angst from fans between you. But his love for you has never disappeared. He focused on being an idol, he filmed everything that the agency planned for them. But he never did find someone like Jihoon, Junkyu and Jaehyuk. Because he had found you years ago, and for him, it was you until the end of his life.

Years had passed as he was sitting there alone at the pinwheel. He started to stop hoping that one day, you might be there. He left letters underneath a small stone, but every single time he returned the letters were still there.

It has been so many years now, that it was over 25 letters. And as Asahi saw the pile growing, he felt increasingly discouraged to ever have a chance with you.

Until he returned to the pinwheel on a sunny day with all the flowers blooming, reminding him about how he was here with you. He had another letter in his hand, but when he wanted to put it in the pile of letters they were gone. Asahi looked around and couldn’t believe it. He wondered if you were here, or if someone else took it.

“It was probably someone else” Asahi murmured to himself.

“It wasn’t.” A familiar voice appeared from behind the pinwheel.

Asahi’s eyes widened and his heart started to beat heavier. There was you, holding 25 letters in your hand, a tear rolling down your cheek. Asahi had to hold back to wipe it away.

He wanted to say something but nothing came out. He was so shocked to have the chance to stand in front of you again, after over 8 years.

He studied your face. You have aged a little, and you looked tired. He looked at your hands where you were holding the letters to see if you had found someone in your life. But there was no ring or any visual proof that you did.

“How have you been?” Asahi broke the silence as he collected his thoughts.

“I missed you, Asahi.” you came straight to the point.

Asahi sat down where he always sat, looking at the flowers. “I missed you too, but I think you know if you’ve read all the letters.” Asahi smiled up.

You chuckled and sat down next to him. “Can I read the last one?” You looked over at him, meeting his brown eyes.

He was holding the letter towards you, and took the open ones, holding them for you while you were reading the last one.

“Hey love, it’s been eight years now since we parted at the pinwheel. This pinwheel starts to feel painful. I am there, but you aren’t. The pinwheel got so lonely, and the flowers were not colourful anymore. With you, they seemed to look different. The sun doesn’t feel warm anymore, the sun is just there. I miss you, I miss you so much. I wish I could hold you again, marry you and be with you until we both have grey hair and complain about new wrinkles. I start to lose hope for you to see any of the letters. I want you back, but I have no idea how. My life got better, fans got less hateful. Jihoon got married this year. Junkyu and Jaehyuk got married last year. And all I thought about was how it could have been us. If we ever have the chance to meet again, I want to ask you, will you be together with me again? Will we have our happily ever after? But this will be my last letter, hoping you have found someone to live a life like this. In forever love, Asahi.”

You wiped away a tear and looked over at Asahi who was already looking at you. “Idiot for thinking I could forget you. The years I had with you were the best! I loved running through the rain with you, but when you were gone I hated the rain because it reminded me of you. I never stopped loving you and I want you back. I want you back in my life. I want to grow old with you, and already start complaining about the grey hair and not only the wrinkles.” You chuckled as Asahi snorted. “Just ask me in person.”

Asahi stroked your cheek and smiled lightly, that beautiful soft smile he always had when he looked at something he loved. “Will you come back to me, as my girlfriend, as my future?”

“Yes Asahi, yes!” You said.

Asahi put his hand on the back of your head smiling and leaning in. You looked into his eyes and put your hand on his cheek. And then after eight years of missing the warmth of his body nearby, after eight years of missing his aftershave and after eight years of missing how his lips felt, you feel them again. His kiss still took away your breath even though it had been eight years.

You kissed him back, not caring about the world. Right now bugs could fly on you, and you would not dare to stop kissing Asahi, the love you always wanted. Only because you both needed to breathe you pulled away from each other. Asahi’s eyes were still on you, smiling.

“I love you, I always have been, and I always will,” Asahi whispered.

“And I love you too. And I never stopped with that, and I won’t ever stop!” You responded kissing his cheek again.

Then Asahi took your hand and pulled you up after he got up. “I want to walk with you and then walk with you to practice to meet the rest of the members, only if you want.” Asahi smiled.

You cuddled on Asahi’s arm. “I want to see the men you have spent the last eight years with and the ones that took care of you while I couldn’t.”

He kissed your forehead and walked with you through the flowers that suddenly looked colourful again, the blue sky looked blue again, and the sun felt warm. Because he had you back, after eight years of suffering, he finally had the chance to do what he always wanted. A life with you until death parts you.

Treasure Masterlist

#kbookshelf #k-labels #asahi hamada x reader #asahi hamada #treasure #treasure imagines #monatice creation

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lunar-nightlight · 6 months

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my brothers bestfriend

Winter looked up at her brother Alex defiantly. “Why can't I go? You go every week.” She crossed her arms as a frown made its way on her lips. “Because it's not a place you should go.” He replies, grabbing his helmet and keys reaching for the door handle. “Now be a good girl and stay put” he pats her head as she crosses her arms over her chest glaring at him. “I'm 21 you can't tell me what to do anymore.” She grumbled swatting at his hand. “you're my little sister so you're still a child in my eyes. You're not going and that's final.” He smiled at her as he closed the door behind him.

Three days later winter wakes up and smiles realizing what day it was immediately going to her closet to get ready. She came out sitting her clothes on the bed and going to the bathroom. She walked out the bathroom smelling of cherry blossom and lavender with a towel around her body. “What time is it?” she asked herself looking at her phone. “Shit it's already one?! I need to hurry or else I might not make it!” she grabs her outfit off the bed quickly changing into the flowy white dress and her black leather vest before throwing on her knee high boots. “Do I want the corset or not?” she pondered for a second before deciding to grab it and her bag. “It wouldn't hurt to try, I guess.” she looked at the time once more before running for the door grabbing her keys on the way.

“Wow” she breathed a shaky breath as she looked at the building from across the street, people overflowing onto the sidewalk, smiles and drinks everywhere. “You can do this winter. You got this. Just don't overthink.” she says to herself as her anxiety and excitement battle inside her. She walked across the street and into the building. She looks around at all the people and lights the smile, never leaving her face. “Winter?” She hears someone say behind her and she quickly turns around finding herself face to face with the one person she hoped not to see, her brother's best friend lucas. “What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here.” he says, stepping closer to her reaching for her hand to lead her back to the door. “I'm not leaving! I just got here plus Alex is out of town so I can do what I want.” she pulls her arm away from his reach crossing them defiantly. “Go home winter.” he replied, glaring at her. “Make me.” She challenged stepping closer to him as their height difference really started to show as she had to look up and he smirked at her attempt to look tough grabbing pulling her closer by the small of her back. “Don't test my patience little girl.” he growled before looking behind her and then back down letting go. “Go in the cage.” She looks at him confused. “What?” “you heard me. Go get in the cage. If you don't cry your pretty little heart out then I will let you stay.” she looks over at the cage and then back at him determination all over her face. “Fine.” She walks away from him and looks for the entrance, eventually finding it and getting in standing in the middle as people turn to look at her.

She feels her breathing start to pick up as did her anxiety. Suddenly after what felt like forever she heard a motorcycle engine rev and she turned towards it seeing Anthony ride in and start driving in circles around the small sphere they were in. she looked out to the crown seeing a few girls telling her to put her arms up. Confused, she does as they said, suddenly feeling Anthony's hand on her waist as he circles her. She blushes at how gentle he is as to not drag her with him while not slowing down at all. About five minutes later he slows down and grips her waist pulling her onto his bike as he drives out of the cage as everyone starts clapping. Once his bike came to a stop he spoke. “Well well well. Not gonna lie princess, I'm shocked you didn't cry.” she rolls her eyes smiling. “Now I get to stay.” he chuckles softly “yes you do” she seems to think for a second before adding. “I'm pretty sure we both knew I was staying even if I did cry though.” he raises an eyebrow as she continues. “Although, I'm pretty sure we both know what I really want though.” She smiles slightly and traices a finger down his chest. “And what's that princess?” he says, wrapping his arm around her waist more. “You.” she replies in almost a whisper looking up in his eyes. He seems to think about it for a second before looking down and wiping his face with his hand groaning. “You know I can't do that.” She has an almost cocky face and tilts her head. “And here you thought I was the scared one.” he laughs in disbelief and leans in close so close they could both feel the other breathing. “You know what you little brat… fuck it.” he leans in and kisses her as she almost melts and wraps her arms around his neck as he pulls her closer by the waist only pulling away once both of them were panting for air.

#oneshot #big brother #brothers best friend #short story #inspired #romance #forbidden love #biker #not a real book

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ahxiang · 2 years

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tea love why do i feel like you've read all the bl manga/manhwa out there akgssjksks every time an adaptation is announced you've already read the original

i would also feel v iffy about coin laundry if i only read the summary but one actor is 27 and the other is 23 and they're playing a middle-aged man and a highschooler so i'm more confused than anything else. what were their ages in the manga? do you think they're changing the plot a bit to make it less questionable?

btw do you maybe have some bl/gl manhwa recs?👀 i feel like i've read quite a few but you probably know a lot more. for reference some of my favs are soulmate, their story, pond snail robber. and i'm currently reading straight girl trap and honyak/two souls and both have pleasantly surprised me like the first one has a v questionable premise and i was expecting a fucked up power dynamic in the second but no both are really nice and enjoyable and almost unproblematic (esp comparing to some other stuff i've read😬) oh! but i don't read b&w mangas bc for some reason it's hard for me to process it :(

- @ahxu-laowen

sofia, my love! sorry it took me so long to respond, i had a busy day yesterday, but i'm back! this is gonna be longggg, so i put it under a cut!!

absjsjk, i do read a lot of queer comics, but lemme let you in on my secret. when i first started to get into manga/manhwa/manhua, i just started reading what sounded interesting or was well reviewed, but i kept coming across really bad ones that just grossed me out. then i think it was when cherry blossoms after winter premiered that i was wayyyy too impatient to wait for the next ep, so when i saw on mdl that ppl really liked the manhwa, i decided to read it and ended up binging the whole thing that night. i ended up noticing that unlike thai shows that are based on sometimes v shitty novels, j-bls and k-bls are usually adaptations of pretty good manga/manhwa. so from then on, i kept my ear to the ground and the moment an adaptation of a manga/manhwa got announced, i'd read it. and lemme tell you, this has worked much better than looking for things to read on my own. much less icky stuff.

so yeah, blupdate2020 announced back in, like, may that minato shoji koinrandori was gonna get a live action adaptation and i immediately read the manga. it is b&w, still ongoing, and honestly i don't recommend it unless you have nothing else to read, it's probably the worst one of the adapted mangas i've read, but it's also not bad. shin is 17 at the start of the manga and they never specify akira's exact age as far as i can remember, but if i do the math he's 27-28, so the ages are def super iffy. luckily akira's not predatory, in fact it could be argued that shin's the predatory one with the way he pursues him. but if you put the weird teenage thoughts of sex aside, their friendship is quite cute and sweet. all of the manga adaptations that i've seen so far have been very faithful to the original source, with just a few changes here and there (usually elimination of sexual language/scenes), so i doubt minato's laundromat will be too different from the manga, but would probably be much more wholesome, which def helps with the iffiness. i watched the first ep and they aged up shin to be a senior rather than a junior, so that helps? a bit? but minus points bc akira objectifies shin upon meeting him more than he did in the manga. ngl, it was weird. besides that, it's exactly the same but more wholesome. shin is much smilier and just less..... weird, absjsj. so yeah, i think it'll be a cute watch with an iffy premise that i trust them to handle well.

as for recs, i def have plenty, most of which are shows you've probably seen. i've only ever read b&w manga, so all these recs are manhwa/manhua.

it's no secret that i'm a huuuuge fan of who can define popularity?, the source material of blueming. i hiiiiighly recommend it, especially if you enjoyed blueming. it's actually quite different from the adaptation, but both have their pros and cons that make it impossible for me to say which is better. da un's whole deal is expanded upon much more, the sapphics get more development, and do ba woo gets a whole storyline and love interest. i also highly recommend cherry blossoms after winter. i'd say the drama is better, but the manhwa is more in depth and practically the same, so it's a good read! it is explicit though and like always the sex scenes are heteronormative and sometimes kinda uncomfy, but if you skip them like i do, it doesn't ruin it. the same goes for love tractor, which is getting an adaptation supposedly later this year. also a little iffy with ages, but v sweet and has a fun dynamic of v buff and manly country boy with a heart of gold and a damaged city boy musician. outside of adapted source material, there's a manhua i enjoyed called 30 sui nanzi wuyu or the secret tales of a 30 year old gay bachelor. honestly, i don't remember much about this one besides the main character and his brother being rich ceo kinda guys, but i know i enjoyed it. and i'm currently reading the ongoing translation of yeouleul guhaejwo or fall for me!, which is so far v unproblematic and is fun bc it's fantasy! the main character is possessed by a gumiho and gets close to the only guy not attracted to him in an effort to get rid of it.

for gl stuff, i do have to look on my own, but so far i haven't found any bad ones, so that's good! my absolute favorite is a manhua called jintian de ta yeshi ruci keai or my darling is the cutest. it breaks down a bunch of stereotypes and tropes, tackles some hard issues like child abuse, has a fantastic ensemble of queer characters, and is just v v sweet. it's ongoing at 122 chapters. the rest of the gl comics i’ve read so far are actually just webcomics and not manga/manhwa/manhua, but they’re still v good! kiss it goodbye is a very cute slice of life set in japan (but actually in english and made by an italian artist) that is complete and ends very well. i’m only five chapters in, but i’m really enjoying the girlfriend project, which is a fake dating story! and the ongoing mermaid x witch comic the sweetness of salt is beautiful and very sweet. i keep making the mistake of reading comics that end up being ongoing and then forgetting about them while i wait for updates, so idk much about these, but i’m also reading rainbow!, she’s a keeper, and waiting for the release of zhui lan or falling blue.

hope this helps and that you enjoy reading!! thank you for the ask 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

#tea answers #sofia #mutuals

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soobnny · 2 years

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begin again (and again and again) — soulmates au

synposis. every december 13th, you find yourself at mangwon hangang park with a very heavy heart. you don’t know why, then again, life offers no explanation for its cruelty. OR in which you keep going to mangwon hangang park, and you always notice a boy there too. neither of you know this is the place you had both met and died in your past life. (2.8k words)

warning. flashback to major character deaths, car crash

iii. December 13, 2021

Some days, you find yourself walking towards Mangwon Hangang Park–– landing by a bench under a tree. Cherry blossom, you think, how pretty.

You let your eyes fixate on the snow as it falls in dancing figures, pulling on your coat to hopefully get more warmth. However, despite how cold you are, you don’t leave. Something’s telling you to stay, drawing you in, and keeping you in place. You don’t know what you’re doing at Mangwon Hangang Park, sitting on a bench under a tree in Winter.

A vague memory from a dream binds you here, like stars to the night sky, and you don’t really remember much from this dream, just that it had started a couple of nights ago, and since then, you’d been trekking towards the same bench in the same park under the same tree.

How odd, you think. They say we remember most of the things we dream of. Nothing is ever lost or forgotten, but you only remember fragments. There were shadows moving about you. There was the sound of a voice soothing, and sometimes sad and weeping. And warmth… you remember the feel of a hand that loves and takes away the pain. But most of all, you remember a weight you did not understand yet felt deep within you held importance.

It was a strange feeling, the unfamiliar weight. Strange and funny for it always pulled you towards this exact park on this exact bench under the same exact tree, and if you were asked why it did, you wouldn’t know the answer.

Maybe it has something to do with the boy you kept seeing there too. Yang Jungwon is his name, but you don’t know that yet.

The first time you meet him is on an evening similar to this, where the trees mingle its stubborn lament with the wind, and the moon glows brightly on the pavement. He stands quietly, a few steps away from the bench you’re sitting on, dressed in a white knit sweater and some pants. His hair is parted in the middle, stopping just below his feline-like eyes.

He radiates command–– like a leader, with his lips pressed tightly against each other and his arms crossed. And yet, he looked just as lost as you did. His eyes constantly travel towards where you’re seated before he navigates them towards the cherry blossom. You think, maybe he’s had dreams too.

You stay like this for 15 more minutes, with you seated, and the mysterious boy across you looking anywhere but you. When you finally catch his eyes, he looks at you with his lips parted and his eyebrows furrowed, as if he was trying to understand you. But before you can ask why he’s there, he moves to leave the park, and you’re left alone once again.

i. December 13, 1945

Some days, Jungwon just wants to give up.

Wet ink covers Jungwon’s face from the times he uses his stained hands to run over his face. There are smudges painting his fingers, but he’s used to it now. The drag of still-wet ink across his skin is a familiar feeling, lingering tackiness as it dries on his hands and face–– only a temporary burden for whatever current project he wills himself to work on. As annoying as the feeling is in the moment, Jungwon doesn’t stop. He perseveres, needing some way to get his thoughts on paper and create something.

He’s wiping away at the sweat that’s been beading on his forehead before ripping out the current piece he was working on, eyes scanning over it for a while before a dissatisfied grunt leaves his lips and he’s throwing it at the side of his desk. He’s sure it would add to the mess, but it didn’t really matter as pieces of parchment were already scattered around his table, in the trash can, and some occasionally on the floor.

The sight would bewilder his acquaintances - Jungwon was usually… orderly. There was a place for everything and everything in its place - he had closet space for bedsheets and drawers for office supplies. His kitchen cabinets and fridge, though scarce in their contents, were sorted in his preferred arrangement. But writer-Jungwon seemed to contrast with his self-proclamations of orderliness. His office was in constant disarray, especially when writer’s block would hit him, and right now, he was having the worst case of exactly that. He’s trying to translate the vague pieces of ideas he had in his head, create a written reflection of stories he wants to portray, but he’s coming out empty-handed.

It was almost ironic how he used to be able to write the most beautiful soliloquies with no problem, but now the remedial feeling that came with writing was fading, and he’s having a fight within himself. Things like these used to come easy to him, but somewhere along the line of first loves and eventual first heartbreaks altered the course of Jungwon’s writing process.

Almost as if a part of him was taken for being too open - that might’ve been the downfall of dating someone when you’re a writer, he didn’t know that.

An overwhelming silence interrupts his wrath over never understanding himself, and he decides to take a short break. He’s considering if it’s a good idea to go on a walk to remedy the noise that was raging in his head.

4 am didn’t sound too bad of a time to take a stroll in Mangwon Hangang Park, he thought.

Jungwon takes a coat (one that’s definitely too thin for the weather outside) and barely remembers his house keys before he steps into the brisk near-morning air. His hands are clenched in the confines of his pockets, knuckles feeling cold and taut in the stifling temperature. Jungwon walks without thinking too much, letting his feet track some previously-memorized route to leave space for his mind to think. He thinks that if he pays attention to the path he’s taking, he’d lose himself over the constant clutter shuffling through his head at the moment.

He takes a stop at the sight of a place to sit. That’s where he meets you for the first time, the very first time.

Jungwon knew it was a love story the moment he set eyes on you. The type of meet-cutes he had stopped writing almost a year ago today. But somehow, the unheard story of you and him prompts him to rethink his distaste for romance - this is a story he’d willingly craft, much to his own surprise.

You were so new to him, and he’s sure that you’re probably wondering why a guy with ink smudges all over his face was making his way to sit beside you on the park bench in the early hours of the morning.

Jungwon thinks you’re pretty in an ethereal way. There’s something in every part of you that clings to his senses. The faint fluorescent light shines in your eyes and lights up the color of your irises. Your lips rest in a gentle, faraway smile - Jungwon’s eyes linger on them before flitting across the lines of your face, tracing your features with his gaze and swimming in every part of you. Minutes pass. Jungwon thinks that maybe you’re the type of person he’d love to write about.

The boy with jet black hair seated beside you shifts a little, and your attention is brought back to the dashing stranger that had all but suddenly prompted himself to take the empty space beside you a few minutes ago.

He’s giving you a small smile, and something in you thinks he probably hasn’t cracked a smile in weeks. You see it in the way the corners of his eyes don’t crinkle as they should, and in the way that the corners of his lips don’t drag upwards as far as they could go.

His arm is resting on the side of the bench, and he’s tilting his head in curious amusement as if trying to say; I know we’re strangers and this is the awkward part, but I really wanna get to know you.

He wants to know what prompted you to leave your home and sit here this early, maybe you were under the same circumstances as he was? It’s less likely, but the thought still comforts him. At least he isn’t the only one a little fucked in the head.

“It’s getting a bit cold, isn’t it?” You lean closer a little to him, and Jungwon’s thankful for the start of conversation. “There’s a place nearby that has really good coffee.”

Jungwon gulps. “I don’t drink coffee.”

Jungwon doesn’t, he truly doesn’t enjoy the bitterness of coffee, but the thrill in your smile is too wholesome. Seeing you wear a bright grin he hasn’t been able to mimic, Jungwon feels something impalpable in the atmosphere. “But, I can give it a try.”

“I’d like that a lot. I’m ______, by the way. Funny how we’re getting coffee together, and you don’t even know my name.”

“I’m uh, Yang Jungwon.” When you shake his hand, it feels warm.

And in the clutter that is his mess-induced brain, he finds himself writing a romance novel.

iv. December 15, 2021

Some days, the way to the park comes naturally to you.

You realize the same weight you felt in your dream continuously guides you back to Mangwon Hangang Park. You spend the day (and the entire walk there) thinking about the boy with the pretty eyes and the dark hair.

And you see him again. He’s wearing a hoodie this time, with his hands tucked into his pockets. And like usual, he stops just before he reaches the bench as if he doesn’t know what to do next.

Unbeknownst to you, there is a dream Jungwon dreams about many times. A nightmare. It comes to him on the most random nights. It presented itself in flashes of light, a loud noise, and then static. The dream leads him here, and he feels a strange sense of defeat settle in.

Jungwon mourns for a loss he doesn’t know of.

There is silence before unbearable pain. With his heart beating traitorously fast and his breaths becoming shallow, Jungwon steps away from the bench and turns away from the bench.

When he leaves the park, it feels a lot like he’s saying goodbye.

“Wait, where are you going?” You feel the need to talk to him— as if he had the answers to the millions of questions swimming through your head. But when you move to grab his hand, an overwhelming wave of coldness floods through you and you immediately let go of him.

With eyes wide, you stumble back. He was unbearably cold.

(Jungwon runs back home. Why did you feel like ice?)

ii. December 15, 1951

Some days, you wish you never left home.

It had been your belated celebration for yours and Jungwon’s 3rd year anniversary. He had proposed to you on December 13th, 1948 (exactly 3 years after the first day you had met), and you had happily said yes.

To celebrate, you had come to the park that started it all. Mangwon Hangang Park. You’re both crouched behind the bench, quietly digging at the soil before placing a single seed.

Cherry blossom.

You reason with each other that it’ll be pretty to see together when you’re old and wrinkly and still so in love with each other. You’ll come back to it in a few years, and even when you cease to exist, this cherry blossom will continue to exist as a reminder of how much you loved each other.

“Happy belated anniversary.” You murmur against the fabric of his hoodie, face buried on his shoulder as you enjoy the serenity that comes with being in his arms.

“Hey, look at me, love.” Jungwon says softly, tapping your arm gently. A playful groan leaves your lips, followed by a pouty ‘I was comfortable’ before you finally oblige to his request. Your chin is on his shoulder, and a fond smile is displayed on his lips. In his eyes, you saw the stars. In your eyes, he sees every shade of the moon. You feel like nighttime.

“I love you.” His lips meet yours and you hum in content.

When you two plan to head home, he doesn’t start the car immediately. He’s taking the moment to drink the sound of your laughter, a sound that was forever going to be his. He’s realizing he’s going to be spending forever with you. He doesn’t think it can get better than this. All his life he’s been searching, and at this moment, with the wind carrying out the melody of your laughter, he knows that he’s sure that he’s found it. And he was far too gone in the thought of a forever with you, that he’s oblivious to what was about to happen.

All he remembers is flashes of light and a loud honk - a honk that wasn’t supposed to be there. They were alone, and they were parked away from the busy street.

His face doesn’t get the chance to morph into fear, and the last sight he sees was you at your happiest, finally blooming from all your years of hiding. His last thought being, he might not be able to see that again, and he hoped you heard him whisper a final “I love you” as he reached out to you, glass shattering.

It hits the back of your car.

The sound of squealing wheels is deafening, the airbags are suffocating and the trees are screaming. It hurts. In the reprieve your brain has from processing everything that happened, the only thing you feel is the mix of dull and sharp pains along your body. You were having a hard time facing reality, a sharp shrill was ringing in your ears, and the smell of fuel leaking from the car was overwhelming and lulling for you to pass out.

Shadows of the people who had hit you move about you. There was the sound of a voice soothing, and then sad and weeping. And warmth… you feel a hand on your cheek. It feels a lot like love.

“I love you.” You hear Jungwon say for a final time before everything falls silent.

Your families mourn for the loss of their children.

v. December 16, 2021

Some days, the weight is too much and you don’t leave your house.

There’s an itching feeling in the back of your mind telling you that you shouldn’t have woken up today.

vi. December 13, 2022

Some days feel reminiscent.

It’s been a year since you felt the weight. Last night, it came back.

And once again, you find yourself walking towards Mangwon Hangang Park–– landing by a bench under a tree. The cherry blossom tree, it’s still as pretty as I remember it.

Similarly, Jungwon finds his way back. When he sees you, his face flashes with an emotion you can’t recognize. And for the first time since you saw the boy, he walks to sit beside you on the park bench.

Unknown to you, Jungwon takes quite a bit of time willing himself to talk to you. He feels as if he should, something about you was enchanting.

When he catches your eye, he feels like he’s writing a love story all over again. He brushes away the creeping feeling, and for once in a long time, he allows his lips to curve into a warm smile.

He feels warm now, and he’s sitting just close enough to bump your shoulders against each other if he moves a little more to his left.

(He moves a little more to his left in excuse of telling you something).

“I heard there’s a place nearby with really good coffee.”

“Really?” You look at him with eyes of hope. You both don’t know why.

And Jungwon doesn’t like coffee, doesn’t enjoy its bitterness, but the thrill in your smile is too wholesome. Jungwon feels something impalpable in the atmosphere. This feels familiar, he thinks. Familiar and right.

“Yeah.” He whispers quietly before moving to stand up from the bench. “We could go there if you’d like.” Jungwon offers a hand to you, and despite being a stranger you’ve only seen in this park a couple times last year, you take his hand. Something’s telling you this is the start of something beautiful.

His hand is warm too, in direct contrast to the cold you had felt a year ago.

“You’re asking me to get coffee with you and I don’t even know your name.” Jungwon chuckles under his breath at your comment, lightly threading your fingers together.

“Yang Jungwon.” There’s a squeeze of a hand.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Yang Jungwon. I’m ________.” There’s direct eye contact and genuine smiles.

On December 13, 2022, you begin again.

3 years later, Jungwon proposes to you under the same cherry blossom tree.

On your third anniversary, you meet the same fate.

Years later, you’ll love again. And you will have another 6 years to love before life shows you its cruelty again.

Over and over and over again.

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toru-oikawas-milkbread · 3 years

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Alternate Realities

October series: Day 2

Pairing: Rintarō Suna x f!reader

Prompt/summary: “Do you ever think about different realities?”

Word count: 662

Warnings/contents: Fluff

Notes: This was a little drabble that I wrote a really long time ago but never could get a full story out of. So instead of discarding this, I decided to use it for my short stories! I hope that you enjoy this fluffy Suna chapter!

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“Do you ever think about different realities?” You asked suddenly, blinking as you watched the sky. A small smile curled onto Suna’s face as he realized it was time— that certain time of the night when the two of you went from lighthearted jokes to deep conversations. He always loved listening to you talk because you had such an interesting mind and he was always wanting to hear your scattered thoughts.

“What do you mean?”

“Like… what if things are the same, but also so different?” You asked, not bothering to look over at your boyfriend.

“Give me an example.”

“Maybe in one universe the sky is pink during the day and green at night. Maybe in one birds fly upside down. Maybe in another we met by chance in the middle of a rollerskating rink by crashing into each other at the age of 15, and in another we were chasing the same butterfly and met in the middle of the street at age 6. Maybe there’s a universe where we fell in love beneath a blue cherry blossom tree, and shared our first kiss in the midst of a sunny winter.” Suna hummed, looking back up at the stars.

“Maybe in another universe we cloud gaze instead of stargaze.” You hummed along to his words in an affirming way.

“And we share food instead of poking at each others hands with our chopsticks when we try and steal some of the others food in another.” You joked, earning a laugh from the man beside you.

“Maybe in another we argue about who gets to paint who.”

“Maybe in another we lay in bed in the middle of the night listening to music instead of driving around.”

“Maybe in another we dress the opposite way.” You laughed, finally looking over at the man and blinking at him from behind the thick fake lashes that you wore.

“What if there was a universe that we weren’t in love?” You suddenly asked, your smile slightly fading. “And we never found this happiness?” Suna pushed himself up a bit more onto his elbow, reaching over and brushing back a stray hair from your face as gently as he could while looking down into your pretty eyes.

“I would always love you in every single universe.” He said softly. “Even if the sky is pink and birds fly upside down.”

“You’d love me at 15 if we met in a rollerskating rink?” You asked with a soft chuckle, though still searching for that affirmation. A smile curled onto his face as he gently caressed your cheek.

“I’d love you if we met chasing the same butterfly at 6. I’d love you even if we didn’t meet until we were 60.” He said, leaning to press a kiss to your forehead. “There’s not a thing in this world that would make me not love you. Not in this universe or any of the others.”

“How can you be so certain?”

“Because. I just know.” He said, pulling back and looking down into your eyes again. “I just know that no matter where we are, what color the sky is, what color the tree was that we confessed our love for the other was, or even where we end up— we’ll be there together.” He said. “You’re my soulmate. In this world, in the next, even in alternate realities where we have different personalities. I was always going to find you and be here with you, and I always will.”

“Even when we die?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Even when we die.” He nodded. “My ghost will find yours and we can move into the next life together.” You gave a soft smile and sat up, bringing the man that you’d known since before middle school into a hug that he was quick to return.

“I love you, Rintarō.”

“I love you, too, (y/n).” He promised with a kiss to your head. “In every reality.”

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milkwaydreams · 2 years

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~BL/GL TAG GAME~

I was tagged by @wanderlust-in-my-soul 😍

Your all time favorite bl character and why?

Wow, there are some.

I have to say Intouch (UWMA) because I love his determination. He says "That boy is gonna be mine" and he gets the boy. I love him for it.

Also Ram (My Engineer) because I loove his personality. I see myself in him a little bit. He only talks to who he wants to and when he wants and I think that's so funny🤣. He also love animals and is afraid of kids just like me so.. 🤣🤣

What’s your one character from a bl you wanted to punt into the stratosphere (you only get one so choose wisely).

Humm... I know that I should choose only one but, Korn and Intouch's (UWMA) fathers for OBVIOUS reasons🤬

Or Llong (TharnType) because, Tharn and Type are toxic to each other A LOT, but, Llong was going to KILL Type if their friends didn't stopped him and, he literally hire some guys to RAPE a completely innocent person just because he was dating Tharn.

The best music moment from a bl.

I guess, Sarawat (2gether) singing "Tine" in the last episode. Or Korn and Win (Cupid's Last Wish) COMPLETELY high singing and dancing like they were recording a MV in the middle of nowhere 🤣🤣

What’s a popular heterosexual text that you would like to see adapted into a bl/gl?

I would love to see a BL version of Boys Over Flowers (or F4 Thailand, or Meteor Garden. You get it). Not exactly a "text" but, I thought about it while seeing F4 Thailand on air "It's always the same. It would be amazing if it ended up being a BL in the end" 🤣🤣🤣

A scene from a bl that always makes you laugh.

The last RamKing (My Engineer) scene where King thinks Ram was drunk and didn't remember their kiss, but Ram didn't drink at all🤣🤣

Also, that one when Saifah and Zon (Why R U?) wakes up cuddling to it other and Zon starts saying nonsense like "Did you used condom? Am I gonna get pregnant?" 🤣🤣🤣 I Love this scene🤣🤣

Biggest disappointment.

Enchanté. The first episode was really cute, but then, I don't know what happened. I loved the whole "Find the Enchanté" thing just to be the own Theo who wrote it because he wanted Akk's attention... And that last episode, what was that? Out of nowhere, after doing all that book scene to get Akk, he's leaving just like that?! And Akk's sister saying those things to him??? That's her way of helping?? Really disappointed.

And I have to mention Cutie Pie. It's not bad, but I guess I waited too much for too long. Since the first announcement that Zee was going to be in a new BL, I was sooo hyped, but when I finally watched it, it didn't get me. Still going to watch it anyway because I love the actors and I loved the other couples, but I got really lazy, unfortunately🥺🥺

What two random bl/gl characters would make hilarious exes?

I have no idea 🤣🤣🤣🙈🙈

But I thought about a conversation of Fiat (Don't Say No), Jang Jaeyoung (Semantic Error) and Nuea, Kaeng and Team (Y Destiny), they would count bodies all day 🤣🤣🤣

Who would be the funniest person to person to watch a bl in its entirety and which one would you make them watch.

A lot of people finds it weird but, I always watch BL with my mom🤣🤣 She's is best person to watch it with. She loves anything I choose to so🤣🤣

I also would love to watch Cherry Blossom After Winter with @wanderlust-in-my-soul it would be perfect 😍😍

Best wardrobe moment/or character wardrobe from a bl.

I love the red suit Fiat (Don't Say No) wears for the party in the end. That entrance with the twins (who are really cute too) behind him, wow😍😍

And I guess Kinn's (KinnPorsche) whole wardrobe too. That man knows how to wear a suit, as he should cause, wow, he's GORGEOUS in those suits🤤

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Thank you so much for tagging me😍😍

I don't know if I did it right, I hope so (I'm really new to Tumblr thing), but I really enjoyed doing it😍😍

Strangely, not even one of my 3 favorite BLs was even mentioned here 🤣🤣

I have no one else to tag though, so, I'm just going to leave some tags here if anyone wants to do it😘

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bokutosworld · 3 years

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seasons change, our love remains the same | miya o.

pairing: timeskip osamu x f!reader word count, genre: 1.8k words, established relationship, fluff. warning: none summary: a story of how osamu’s love for you began and how it will never end. a/n: this is a piece for the haikyuu-cafe x hqhangout collab!

It was springtime when words of love flowed out of him.

“What are you looking at?”

Osamu peers over your shoulder to get a glimpse of the yearbook in your hand. His eyes land on a younger version of himself who was barely smiling at the camera. He grimaces internally, shaking his head at the memory of the day when the picture was taken.

Sitting down on the floor, he slings his arms around you and brings you closer. “Where did you get this?”

“Unlike you, I actually kept our yearbook. It’s a nice memento of the past,” you laugh, turning the page and going further down the memory lane. You reach a section containing different pictures—montages of photographs from the sports day, the cultural festival, and, the one that caught your eye, the graduation ceremony.

“Hey, do you remember this?” Osamu follows where you were pointing at. There, at the middle, was a blurred image of some Class-1 students, his and your class, under a cherry blossom tree. Though the colors were muted, he could vividly remember that moment when the pink petals were dancing around in the air, everyone dreamily looking up at the bloom, but all he could focus on was you standing by his side as the teacher captured the photograph.

He remembers how his heart was beating so crazily at that instant. And what followed then was the moment that he’d been preparing for.

“Of course, I do. What do you take me for?” His arms encircle around your waist, he kisses the top of your head. “That’s when I confessed to you.”

You chuckle, “Wrong. You haven’t confessed to me here yet.”

“Oh, right,” he rests his chin on your shoulder, looking straight in your eyes. He narrates the past to you, “After we took that picture, I asked if you could come with me at the back of the gym.”

You hum and he continues, “You awkwardly followed behind as we walked together. Then when we arrived, I brought out a single carnation flower. You stared at it with wide eyes for minutes and I was so scared that I would get rejected right there and then.”

“Well, that’s because you weren’t saying anything! How was I supposed to know you were confessing when you were just standing there with a flower?”

“I’m pretty sure I said I love you,” he teases. “You just didn’t hear it.”

You put down the book on the table and turn to the side so you could face him. “You’re lucky I’ve been in love with you since middle school.”

He chuckles, bringing one hand to cup your cheek and the other to brush away some hair on your face. “I really am lucky.” And before you knew it, soft lips touch yours and it makes you feel warm and tingly. “Being with you is like a dream that I don’t ever want to wake up from.”

Summer when you found yourself running to him for comfort.

The front door to Onigiri Miya chimes, alerting Osamu of a new customer. He looks up momentarily from his task of rolling sushi to greet the person who’s come in, only to be surprised to see it was you.

“Hi.” You smile weakly and take the usual spot at the counter, right at the front where you could watch him cook.

“What are you doing here? I thought I’d see you at the apartment.”

“I’m tired. And it was so hot, I couldn’t take another minute of commute,” you groan as you drop your head on the table. “The trains were jam-packed and I didn’t want to be sandwiched between people and feel their sweat on skin.” You imagine the scenario if you didn’t walk your way towards his shop tonight, and the thought had you shuddering in your seat.

“Anyway, I went here and thought we could go home together.” You peek at him from behind your arms. “Also I just really, really wanted to see you already.”

Osamu instantly softens. At the moment, he wanted nothing more than to close shop, take you home, and lie on the bed with you in his arms. All the time in the relationship, he felt like he’s been the one who’s constantly relying on you. But right now, you were running to him and he wanted to be there to catch you.

“There’s only few customers left but I think can finish this in twenty minutes.” He slides over a glass of iced tea to you. “Can you wait for me?”

You nod and he leans to give you a quick kiss before returning to his work. You watch in awe as he skillfully moves around his area, hands deftly making the customers’ orders. And not before long, he’s standing beside you, already changed out of his work uniform to his usual beige polo shirt (the one you gifted him and his obvious favorite). He holds out a paper bag with his shop’s logo. You take it with a curious look.

“It’s not gonna bite you,” he jokes and it makes you roll eyes. “I figured you haven’t eaten dinner yet so I made yaki-onigiri. You can eat it at home.” You’re silent as he takes your hands and guides the two of you out of the store, waving to his employees and reminding them to close.

“You remembered my favorite food.”

He squeezes your hand and brings it to his lips, “Of course, I remember everything about you.” It’s his beautiful smile that makes you weak at the knees and instantly chases your exhaustion away.

In autumn, he made a promise.

“Hold my hand so we don’t get separated.” Osamu insists after having lost you for the fifth time in a row. The two of you were in Kyoto for a long overdue out-of-town vacation. After some time, you were both fortunate to finally free up your busy schedule and Osamu had planned a five days and four nights trip to the region.

“I’m not a kid, Osamu,” you whine but still lace your fingers with his and move deeper into the park. Osamu lets you take the lead as you stroll along the path in Arashiyama Bamboo Forest, the one place you’ve always wanted to visit.

The moment you stood at the entrance of the grove, you were struck at the beautiful, soaring green stalks that seemed to welcome you to another world. Osamu could feel the excitement radiating from you and whenever you smiled, whenever you turned to him to gush about the scenery, he finds himself falling in love with you all over again. He’s smiling as he watches you take photo after photo, unaware that he’s also taken his phone out to capture a picture of you.

As you’re standing in the midst of the crowd, looking like you’re having the best time and so beautiful with the way the faint light from above falls on you like a spotlight, Osamu has a fleeting wish that he could be the one to make you happy for the rest of your life.

You suddenly stop admiring the view in favor of searching for your boyfriend who seemed to have stopped moving for minutes. The two of you stare at each other, neither one making the move to walk closer. Osamu tilts his head to one side as he mouths at you, “Hi.”

Confused, you mimic him. “Hey.”

It takes him five big steps to close the distance. He grabs your face, thumbs grazing at your cheeks as he stares affectionately. Time slows down but your heart races when he says, “Let’s get married.”

You thought you heard wrong. But that was until he brought out a box that’s been hiding at his coat pocket. You gasp audibly, tears pooling in your eyes, as he takes the ring out and holds it in front of you.

“I love you more than life itself. I want to stay by your side and keep you happy for as long as you’ll let me.”

You’re crying as you say yes and his vision is also blurry when he slips the jewelry on your finger, a symbol of his commitment and love for you.

And in winter, the two of you were home.

It’s well past morning. The clock reads 9:58 am but somehow you could not find it in you to get up from the bed. You move your body but it proved futile when you felt a pair of arms tightening around you, refusing to let you go.

You feel hot breaths fanning your neck, craning to look back at the person sleeping behind you. Reaching a hand to stroke his hair, you feel Osamu only nuzzle closer and seeking warmth from your body.

“Good morning,” he hums.

You turn around, wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing a kiss on his lips. “It’s always a good morning waking up next to you.”

He chuckles, the low voice sending goosebumps on your skin and causing the blood to rush on your face. He takes you by surprise by suddenly flipping you over, trapping you in a bear hug while you laid above him.

“Wait, Osamu, let go!” Your voice muffled on his chest.

“I don’t want to.” He loses himself in your sweet scent and he feels slowly being lulled back to sleep. “It’s cold. Let’s stay here longer.”

Your struggle did not last for long, eventually giving in to your husband’s grip and you lay peacefully, hearing the calm beating of his heart. A glance to the windows and you can see the trees covered in thick white, making you excited as you realized the snow has made its fall overnight.

You look up at him, “We should get breakfast.”

“You mean brunch.”

Giggling, you begin to sit up which only makes Osamu groan and reach out for you. “Come on, I’ll make your favorite hot chocolate and we can look outside at the snow.”

At the mention of hot chocolate, he slightly peeks his head from the blankets, catching you before you exit the door. “With marshmallows?”

“Of course.” You tease, knowing how much he loved his hot drink with those soft, pillowy white confections.

This makes him smile and finally, he gets out of the bed and makes his way to you. He slips hands into yours before walking with you out of the room.

Mornings with Osamu were the best. And as much as you looked forward to spending every day with him, he is also anticipating what’s in store for the rest of his years with you.

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hashtagartistlife · 3 years

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BLEACH X ASOIAF AU pt 1/???

House Targaryen are known for their sleek black hair, violet eyes, and dragons. They were ousted 50 years ago from the throne (the ruling King back then was Ginrei, Rukia and Byakuya’s grandfather), at which point they surrendered and swore fealty to the new King. For this they were allowed to escape with their remaining family intact. They were resettled in Stony Shore in Stark land for two reasons: 1) given that the Starks did not pick a side during the revolt, it was the safest option for the Targaryens (as opposed to being resettled in the fiefs of someone who directly revolted against them, like the Lannisters), and 2) it puts the Baratheons (the new rulers of the Seven Kingdoms) in an awkward position if they have to ask one of their allied Houses to give up their land (“Oh hey, I know you just spent a lot of money and effort to help make me King, as a reward I want you to give up some of your land to resettle the old royal family!”). Since the Starks did not support them during the revolt, they can afford to saddle them with the double duty of providing land for the Targaryens + monitoring them to make sure there are no signs of counter-revolt as a sort of mild punishment. Unfortunately, the only members of House Targaryen currently still alive are Rukia and Byakuya (full siblings related by blood in this au).

Byakuya was born on the mildest, loveliest day during cherry blossom season of the second-longest spring on record, while Rukia was born in the middle of a snowstorm at night during a short (but very harsh) winter.

Dragons are not yet extinct in this AU though they are getting close to it. Not every generation of Targaryens have dragons anymore and that is one of the main reasons why they were able to be ousted 50 years ago— they did not have any hatched dragons at that point. In this generation there are three hatched dragons: Byakuya’s Senbonzakura, and Rukia’s Shirayuki + Kaien. However, for reasons unknown, Shirayuki cannot breathe fire and Kaien (despite being nine years old) is only about the size of a one-year-old dragon. Thus, the only dragon with battle capabilities is Senbonzakura. His existence is a secret to the other Houses, as they would no doubt try to kill him, and so everyone else thinks the Targaryens remain powerless with only two somewhat faulty dragons on their side...

The current King of the Seven Kingdoms is Genryuusai of Baratheon House, who has two sons (Chojiro and Kyouraku) and a daughter (Momo), who is betrothed to the King’s Hand (Aizen of Lannister House). Gin of Payne House is Aizen’s right-hand man, and Rukia is nominated to be betrothed to him (Targaryen House do not have a say in this as they are currently supposed to be powerless). She is summoned to King’s Landing for the betrothal.

Isshin is the current head of Stark House, but there are rumours he has gone slightly insane following the tragic death of his wife nine years ago. Ichigo is, for all intents and purposes, running the household. The other Houses look down on him for his young age and supposedly crazy father, but maybe that’s exactly what Isshin wants— to give off the impression that his House is not a threat…. Or maybe he’s actually insane. Who knows?

The Starks traditionally all have direwolves. Isshin’s direwolf is Engetsu. Ichigo’s is Zangetsu. Yuzu and Karin’s direwolves are Starlight and Spirit respectively.

Yuzu, Karin and Ichigo go on a picnic on the first day of winter and get attacked by bandits. Rukia, who was on her way to King’s Landing for her betrothal, stumbles upon them and saves them. In the process, half her men die and she herself sustains an injury not conducive to travelling. Furthermore, the Neck (swampland that separates the North from Riverrun and thus King’s Landing) has flooded and is unable to be traversed through normal means, all of which contributes to Rukia deciding to stay at the Stark’s castle (Winterfell) till her injuries heal. However, all of the letters she sends to her brother and to King’s Landing explaining the situation fail to arrive through unfortunate (possibly forced) circumstances, and eventually both Byakuya and the Lannisters start to look for the ‘missing’ Rukia, suspecting foul play at hand…

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