#yumi (saying your name with hearts in my eyes)
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us again 🙁🙁🙁🙁 it was actually so good i’m so glad you decided to pick it up again THANK YOU FOR SHARING TJAT WITH US DONT EVER LEAVE PLSKDJFB
Anyway i will send a long ask about quotes i liked because i need to express my awe and support and compliment U because omg. what.
After all, everything here in this town is about you and him.
i like how you decided to set it in a town instead of just saying smth like city or whatever, because i find it more like … romantic? and YES the way we rot in his memories he’s never getting rid of us we are his childhood and literally 19 years of his life t-t THE OTHER HALF OF HIS HEART (like u said).
And deep down, he didn’t want to believe it either – until that day you decided not to show up when you promised you would.
OUCH. the paragraphs before this one too i love the way you portrayed his coping to himself and how much of an effect we had on him 😭😭 at first i was like wrf i can’t believe we ghosted him like that but after reading the letter i would definitely do the exact same thing i’m ngl 😭😭
A thousand emotions danced in his eyes, each one a testament to the love that once blossomed between you.
i love it when they can’t ever forget about us. the use of the word blossom makes it seem like such a temporary thing and it just screams highschool romance because flowers don’t blossom often (like what… once a year or smth???) and that’s like saying our love blossomed and was peak in the past and idk what i’m saying but i hope yk what i’m saying and i hope i’m not misinterpreting ur work LOL but i just had to sauce this one in here too
In this universe, you're just some two ghosts standing in the place of you and him, haunted by the memories of what once was while trying to remember what it feels to have a heartbeat.
the alternate universe comparison I EAT IT UP ALWAYS BUT IVE NEVER SEEN ANYONE USE GHOST BEFORE TO DESCRIBE IT AND IM JUST LIKE WHAT YOURE SO SMART !!! HAUNTED BY MEMORIES TOO?? MIMI IS SO BIG BRAIN
while you share a kiss as greedy and fiery as the sea’s yearning for the moon.
the sea’s yearning for the moon that’s all.
I would’ve traded all my tomorrows for just one yesterday with you.
now this is genius. traded the tomorrows aka trading your entire future and dream and careers just for one moment in your fleeting highschool teenage romance with sae that was left in the past ……. 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
so yeah. i love your writing lots and i’m glad we’re moots<3 thank you mimi!!!!! and thanks for listening to my little rant tehe
yumi. YUMI. i would really really really love to hug you right now like this INSTANT (ಥ﹏ಥ)
the fact that you even took the time to go over the whole fic (ik it's a lot bit ._.) is enough to make me go ➡️ o(〒﹏〒)o btw i can't even start to articulate better word to tell you how thankful i am. YOU CAN HAVE A HUNDRED MANGOES FROM ME PLEASE 🥭
let me go over your fave quotes (that made my heart go swell btw wdym i have quotes now) AAAAAAA
➼ the small town !! let me telle you something, i actually love small town romance like a not so normal amount, it's prolly included in my top 5 tropes pls. i just love it when the other leaves and the other stays and by fate, they just meet again to rekindle what was once their shared memories. childhood friends to lovers is nice but if it's small town? NOM NOM I LOVE IT i've always wanted to try writing it and who's a better choice to try than our mr. i went to spain right here (even if it's not fullblown focus on that trope..)
➼ THE LETTER AHSJKAJSHAJ ngl, i would also do the same thing .. i just think sae is the kind to hold grudges lmao he definitely held MASSIVE hatred for not showing up
➼ i like using the word blossom in describing past love sometimes because (1) i love flowers, (2) it's a one time thing aka seasonal and it fits characs that yknow will fall in love once or twice in their whole life and that's it, (3) and lastly, it's temporary and it passes like time.. I LOVE YOU YUMI YOU REALLY GET ME I'M GIVING YOU SMOOCHES RN
➼ two ghost is actually a song !! i love that song so much (rumor has it that it's about taylor swift since she's harry's ex 👀) i've been listening to it and got inspired by the lyrics <3
➼ there's this children bed time story my friend told me abt that the reason why there are high tides is bec of a prince imprisoned in the sea and the moon was actually a goddess that he got punished for loving? and everytime the tide is high it means he's trying to reach for the goddess I CAN'T REMEMBER BUT THAT WAS THE STORY BEHIND IT and i decided to use it bec damn that story is the definition of yearning come on..
➼ now that line.. i was making pancakes when i thought of that oh my god and i reached out to the nearest paper i could find bec what if it leaves my mind 😭 ngl i love love love that :(
it's ME who should be glad 🫂 i'm glad i wrote make you mine bec it led u to MEEEEEEEE (iirc we became moots bec of it :>)
#yumi (affectionately)#yumi (lovingly)#yumi (saying your name with hearts in my eyes)#letters to mimi ✿#letters from: yumi 🤞#mimi keeps! 💟
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I literally had a dream about reading the worst fan fiction like fucking ever kiryu was just randomly a yandere and nishiki was trying his best to survive also kiryu turned into a dragon (deez nuts) halfway and let nishiki kill him for being a bad boy but he was so upset about having to kill his bro that he just lay in the corpse for a bit and thats when i decided to stop reading and i literally opened tumblr in my dream to complain about how bad it was like the writing went back and forth from being terrible to incredible and i found myself enjoying some parts and despising others. I skipped the first few chapters so i had to tab back out and read the summary like why are they in a beach resort and the summary didnt just tell me nothing but it was also double spaced between each line and very fucking irritating and while reading it i kept thinking this is extremely ooc and boring like they would not fucking say that
#Listen to my problems#i cant stress enough that i dont even ship them why did i read a sex fic about kiryu and nishikiyamer#like i believe they are the bestest of friends forever and ever and like as hotblooded young men growing up together they must have tried a#few sex moves on each other at least once but i dont think they see each other as romantic prospects. like unlike majima and saejima#(seajima) who are literally together all the time and will never travel anywhere without the other unless its to prison. kiryu and nishiki#have this understanding that eventually theyll have to part ways and find their own path. while they would always remain in each others#hearts and thoughts they knew that they couldnt be holding hands forever and besides they have to focus on getting kazama to the top not#each other !! so nishiki was very happy that kiryu was getting his own family soon even if it meant that kiryu was getting ‘ahead’ of him#and kiryu who can accept consequences for himself but no one else was just like um ... well nishiki please give me the gun and take yumi#your sister needs you or whatever <3 i am definitely expendble and prison life is for me yayy yayyyy i love going to jail so nobody can talk#to me ever again. i keep asking myself how difficult it would have been for kiryu to just pop in by the hospital every now and then to check#in on nishikis sister. its not like he cant take care of her. its not like he doesnt know how to earn money. he just straight up thinks that#nishiki is better than him so he should be the one to get locked up ... because nishiki can take care of yumi and i straigh up forgot his si#sisters name and reina and kazama without him. and nishikis like damn i wish kiryu was here so bad (looks at his wwkd bracelet) hm think ill#go insane. i literally forgot what my original point was but that fic was so bad guys im so glad it doesnt exist#in it kiryu was trying his best to keep nishiki in one place and he kept being very. well kiryu was just kiryu but he kept apologising#saying things like you cant leave yet ... and looking at him with his big sad eyes and nishiki would always be like f-fine ... (he doesnt#like it here) also nishiki was one hell of a princess type and had a nurse costume on at some point which means the yakuza server nishiki#propoganda is working on me. very weird. love the part when kiryu was randomly a big dragon because he utterly filled the hallways of their#little beach shack and his scales were nice and soft and he was lovely. little guy
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Bet
Pairing — SongMingixafab!Reader
Summary — Finding out that all you ever were was a game, was not how you thought your day would go...
Genre — established Realationship, UniversityAu , hurt/comfort
Warnings — Mingi being an idiot, lots of tears, lies (tell me if i missed something)
Wordcount — 2.1k
Rating — pg-13
Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©hee0soo on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED!
Dumbfounded you stared at the girl who seemingly had not heard your heart shatter in your chest. Yumi was giggling finding your reaction incredibly funny, while you dried not to show just in how much pain you actually were in that moment.
"Oh you silly goose, did you really think Mingi would actually want to be your boyfriend? I know you're his best friend but your just not girlfriend material!" she shrugged and turned back to what she was doing before the topic of your boyfriend and you had come up.
But had he even ever been that? Your boyfriend?
Not if you believed the girl tapping away on her phone!
A bet.
That's what Yumi had said it was.
A bet to see if Mingi could get you, his best friend, to go out with him!
Tears were clinging to your lower lashes, barely even holding on as you fought to not let them fall.
Were you really that much of a fool to him? That he believed you had agreed to date him because of what? A fun way to pass the time? Did he really not think at all? How this could potentially break your heart?
Apparently not!
You looked down. The ground underneath your feet blurring more and more with every passing second. A gut wrenching sob trying to fight it's way past your lips as you processed the words that had caused something to shatter within you.
Slowly you turned to leave. It felt like you were sitting in the backseat of a car while someone else was driving while you made your way out of the classroom. The hallways were full of students in between periods but you weren't in a place to notice any of your friends as you walked past them without even turning your head in their reaction. You didn't even notice the one person that caused all your sorrow. Only when he got hold of your arm and he tugged you around to face him did you realize he was calling out your name.
"-/n? y/n! Baby what's going on?" Mingi asked, hand coming to rest on your cheek and thumb stroking your cheek, sounding equally frantic and worried while his eyes stared into your teary ones. Salty water finally leaking out!
"Please don't call me that…”you said, barely able to force the words out.
Confused Mingi furrowed his eyebrows.
"What? Baby talk to me! What's goin-"
"I was a dare?" you croaked of, cutting him of immediately and ducking your face away from his fingers already missing his comforting touch.
His eyes widened at the realization that you knew. You knew!
"y/n listen- " he tried but the heartbreak written across your face left him speechless. Not knowing what to say the man who had been by your side since kindergarten just stared at you with so much regret you almost reached out to caress his face. Almost.
"How could you? Why would you even-?"
Mingi took a step closer and you took one back. You didn't want him touching you. You didn't even want to see him!
"I'm sorry y/n-ie. It was silly and I-"
"Silly? That's what we are to you?" Breathless and without waiting for an answer you ran. You couldn't stand to be in his vicinity any longer and the eyes of your fellow students watching your heartbreak like it was a movie, was to much for you.
You ran out the big gate, headed straight for the parking lot where your car was waiting for your return. Hurrying to get the keys out of your bag, you struggled with catching your breath as tears were falling like a waterfall.
Ignoring the voice calling out to you, you finally got them out. You didn't get far however when someone quickly snatched them from your shacking form and instead pulled you into their chest for a tight embrace. You fought against them at first but gave up when you realized they wouldn't let go. Breathing the persons perfume, you recognized San and sagged against him.
Gut wrenching sobs filled the air between you and him. Gently shushing you and running his hand over your back in a soothing manner, he simply let you cry. And cry you did! You cried until there were no tears left to cry and only then did you move. Or more like, he made you move!
San carefully stirred you towards the passenger side, opened die door and made you sit there before rounding the car again and drove of with you next to him.
You were quiet, not a sound could be heard and you could feel the mans eyes on you every now and then. It would be uncomfortable if it were anyone else but not with San. Not with the one who had known about your love for your best friend right from the start!
"Are you okay?" he asked quietly.
There was a beat of silence, then... "No..."
Your voice came out weak and unsteady and the silence returned while San drove you home.
"The fuck was that man?" Yunho hissed at Mingi who was rooted to the ground, watching your form vanish between the mass of students. The man didn't know what he should tell his friend. He knew that what he did was wrong but he never knew how to explain what he did without sounding like a giant asshole. Maybe because there was no way to explain it...
But he had been drunk and that always made him more prone to do stupid things. Things like agreeing to a bet to see whether you truly were as agreeable with him as the group he had hung out with in that moment had implied. And that's how he had found himself asking you for a date while watching a movie at his place!
He remembered the way your eyes had widened and how you almost managed to fallout of his bed if he hadn't caught your hand! He thought back to how you had cutely stumbled over your own words and started picking on the skin of your fingernails and how you had finally squeaked out an embarrassed, "yes!"
You had surprised him no doubt, but he had found himself much more delighted then he had thought he would be. And not because of the money he would get for it!
His plan should have been easy. Go on that date, tell you about the bet and then laugh about it together.
But when he had seen you, all dressed up, eyes sparkling and a bright smile on your face and his heart had skipped a beat like it had never done so before, he just couldn't do it.
One date turned into two and then into three and four and then he had finally found himself brave enough to ask you to be his girlfriend.
He hadn't expected to be this contend with you by his side, but once he had held your hand tenderly in his own, got to kiss and hug you whenever he wanted, he wouldn't couldn't lose that again.
Mingi had refused the money he would have gotten from Yumi and the others. He didn't see it as a bet he had won, more like he had gained a happiness he didn't know he could have!
And now that he stood there, 4 months later, called out by you for his own foolishness and witnessing what it had done to you, he wanted to punch himself in the face!
"Mingi!"
Ripped out of his thoughts, he focused back on his other best friend. "Huh?"
"What happened?" Yunho questioned, sounding far more empathetic then just a moment before.
"I did something really, really, stupid Yunho!" he breathed out, turning to look the other dead in the eye.
"I figured that much! What I don't know is how stupid you were and why!"
Yunho could see that whatever hat caused this had blown up right into Mingis face and that he now suffered the consequences of his actions. So he led him away from the staring students and let him talk.
Listening without face palming or smacking him upside the head was almost impossible, however he managed to do so without doing so! "You are, such an, Idiot!"
"Thank you, I already know that! What I don't know is how to fix this!" Mingi huffed and glared at the other.
Disappointed by what he just heard Yunho shook his head.
"Honestly, I don't know if you can..."
Bundled up in your blanket, tissues by your side, San had left you to yourself after making sure he had done all he could well knowing that it wasn't him you wanted by your side at this moment.
The clock showed 8:23pm and with the TV running you didn't have to bother checking the giant amount of calls and messages you had received by now. Instead you were mindlessly watching the Drama playing and trying not to dwell on the fact that your best friend and boyfriend, both of which you weren't sure if you could still call him that, had played you like a toy.
You weren't just hurt. No you were betrayed and you felt like an absolute idiot for having fallen for Mingi in the first place! Mind drifting back to all the times you had spent together, you wondered if anything of it all had been real? It would make sense that he had yet to tell you the L-word if not...
The Doorbell ringing through the air made you flinch hard in between your blanket fort and not daring to move, you closed your eyes tightly and pretended to not hear anything. But the ringing didn't stop.
Nerves wearing thin, thinner then they already were, you hastily threw every blanket off of you only to come face to face with the one man you didn't know if you should punch or find comfort in his arms in after ripping the door open!
"What?!" you shouted right in his face, hating how your voice threatened to break.
Mingi barely held himself back from pulling you into his chest! The puffiness of your cheeks and red eyes were a dead giveaway of the tears that had flown down your face not so long ago.
"I'm an idiot, I know but please give me a chance to explain..."
"Why should I? The fact that our entire relationship is based on nothing more but a lie, dells me more then enough!"
The boy faltered at the anger in your voice, knowing that he deserved all of it and more!
"I don't deserve it. But you deserve to know the truth...the whole truth..."
Damn him and his unbelievably deep brown eyes and your incapability to say no to him!
"Get inside!" you hissed harshly. "There's no need for the neighbors to know our business."
Looking around to make sure nobody was in earshot, you closed the door behind you. It was almost comical how lost Mingi seemed in your apartment, a place where he usually moved around like it was his own home.
"Look ba-, y/n, I completely understand if you never want to see me again but I want you to know that I don't regret a single moment of our relationship! I only regret how it came to be... I regret that it took a stupid bet for me to understand what I truly want and that's you! I don't regret taking you out, I don't regret asking you to be my girlfriend!" he ranted taking one step closer with every statement he added until he stood right in front of you.
You took a deep breath, trying and failing to calm your racing mind and heart. "Why?" you chocked out.
"Like I said, I was stupid And drunk! And Yumi and the others were teasing me so l suggested-"
"YOU suggested? This was your idea?" your eyes widened. Mingi nodded.
"Why did you not end it right then and there? After our first date. Why continue this lie?"
"Because I realized in that night that I wanted to take you out again. I wanted you by my side and not just as my best friend! I realized that I love you! And that I was a coward for not understanding it sooner!"
Tenderly Mingi took your hand into his while the other came to rest on your cheek, thumb wiping away the tear that had found itself rolling down your face. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, lips still lingering for a second longer.
"I'm so sorry…”
You knew that he meant it. But you also knew that you couldn't forgive him for playing with you!
Not yet...
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"The In Law" // Gojo Satoru x reader
Centuries ago, our land was set ablaze by an unyielding feud between the Gojo and Kamo clans, Japan's mightiest sorcery lineages. The rivers ran red with the blood of countless fallen, and the death toll climbed so high it became a grim tally impossible to reckon.
Noritoshi, my eldest cousin and the newfound leader of our clan, stood at the precipice of a desperate decision. His eyes, once bright with youth, now bore the weight of the centuries-old conflict.
"What's your plan, Nori?" I asked, catching the shadow of worry that darkened his face.
"A chaji," he said, hesitating as if the words themselves were a bitter pill.
* A chaji is a formal tea gathering in Japanese culture usually to insight peace etc
"Inviting them to a chaji might be our way out. Gojo Satoru, their heir, remains without a bride. What if... what if I offer..."
My heart thundered in my chest. "Offer whom?" I couldn't help but wonder, even as doubt crept in. Nori, for all his intelligence, often danced perilously close to recklessness, a trait that made trusting him with something as vital as this decision a nerve-wracking prospect.
"Your sister, Yumi. She's young, yes, but she's clever and compliant. With no sorcerous power of her own, she'd be no threat. It might just be the perfect solution." He mumbled under his breath, almost as if he regretted uttering the words all together.
My mind went blank, and an icy fear gripped me, rendering me speechless. I could barely recall what I said next as a heated argument erupted, and fists flew, next thing I knew I was slumped over in a bar in the middle of a bustling Tokyo.
The dimly lit lounge seemed to offer a temporary escape, a sanctuary from the overwhelming tide of stress and betrayal that had enveloped me. With my sister being offered as a pawn and my family making a fool of my pleas, in the moment a bottle of vodka appeared to be my only solace in this fucked up game we call life.
As I sat there, lost in my thoughts, I felt a presence beside me—mysterious yet intriguing. A man with striking white hair that seemed to shimmer in the bar's muted light. His sharp, icy blue eyes held a depth of sorrow that mirrored my own.
For a moment, our gazes locked, and in that shared glance, I sensed a connection, a silent understanding that we were both experiencing our own personal nightmares. "Rough night?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly, cutting through the haze of my thoughts.
I managed a bitter laugh, "You could say that."
He nodded, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "What's your name, stranger?" he teased, his fingers gently curling a strand of my hair.
"Why don't we keep it at 'stranger' for now," I laughed, a hint of mystery and caution in my voice. I wasn't ready to reveal my name just yet, not with the weight of my worries still pressing down on me. "Well then, 'stranger'," he cooed, his voice tinged with a warmth that resonated with my own hidden vulnerabilities, "it seems we're both in need of a distraction."
The next thing I knew, I wasn't in the bar anymore but in a bed, shouting out a name that certainly wasn't my own as waves of ecstasy consumed me. When I woke up I could hardly remember the previous night -- everything was a blur. Beside me laid a tray of breakfast and a small note slipped under my plate.
"That was fun, I'm gonna miss you stranger ;)"
The irony of the situation nearly made me laugh. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined having a one night stand, yet here I was. Before I could even reach for my breakfast, my phone rang from across the room. With a sigh, I struggled to reach it, my back aching for reasons we all know why. As I waddled across the room naked, hand on my back, I felt as though my ancestors were looking down on me in shame while I answered the phone.
"Cousin," came the voice on the other end as I answered the call. "Where in the world are you? We've been searching for you all morning, and the meeting with the Gojo clan starts in less than an hour. Do you intend to disgrace our family?" His voice echoed so loudly that it felt as though he was right there in the room with me.
"Sister, can you hear that? I'm going to be wed!" My younger sister's voice echoed on the other end. A cold wave of realization washed over me, the memories of the bar, the heated argument with my cousin, everything all flooding back. Without a second thought, I channeled the remnants of my energy to teleport back to the Kamo residence. As fast as I could, I threw on whatever I could find and raced to the dining hall, where my cousin and sister awaited the Gojo family.
"Sis, you made it!" Yumi's voice squealed. Pushing past her, I gripped my cousin's collar, I pinned him against the wall. "Nori, you can't do this, please reconsider she's not even of drinking age yet!" I yelled tears almost trickling down my face but before he could get a word out Naruko Gojo, head of the Gojo clan made her entrance followed by a figure I knew all too well.
"Is this the pigpen of a clan that wishes to propose a treaty with us?" Naruko grumbles, her eyes scanning us critically.
"I deeply apologize, my lady," my cousin retorted with a sharp edge to his voice. He forcefully grasped my wrists, prying my hands from his collar with a force so great I ought to think he’d kill me on the spot. "You must forgive my cousin's lack of decorum you see, she doesn’t get out much” he smiled playing my disrespect off almost as if it were a joke.
Her mocking laughter filled the room as she sneered, "I see. I've heard whispers of a marriage proposal, is that correct?" Her nails scraped menacingly across our family's century-old dining table. "My son Satoru is seeking a suitable match, and this appears to be the opportune moment, not just for him but for both our families. The number of Kamo casualties recently has reached an alarming high. We could end this bloodbath of a war with a mere slice of cake; it would be a win-win situation.”
Before I could fully grasp her words, my tongue unconsciously danced around her son's name. "Satoru... Gojo..." I whispered, the name echoing with an unsettling familiarity. As my eyes locked with the man behind her, his sharp blue eyes consuming me whole I began to hit a heavy realization. The man I slept with last night, who had embraced me, would now be my future brother in law.
Gojo Satoru, what have we done?
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Jeong Yunho : Fell In Love With A Pirate (Part 5/7)
Pairing : Jeong Yunho (Ateez) and named character (Kim Yumi)
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Mingi : you said what?
Yunho : I can’t let her think I still love her, mingi. Because then she's going to take advantage of me. I need her to tell me the truth, and I know yumi, she's never going to tell me the truth unless I play this game.
Mingi : but she's already physically hurt as it is, yunho. Now you're going to hurt her this way too?
Yunho : it is the only way, I can’t have her running away from me again.
Mingi let out a breath, looking away as yunho took another sip of his wine. Wine, his only friend through the nights he had missed her and the sea. That and mingi, of course. Mingi had been with him through everything, he was the only one who didn’t have to adress yunho by his title except two other people, yunho's mother, and yumi.
Mingi : what do you suspect?
Yunho : hmm?
Mingi : why do you think she burned that village, yunho?
Yunho : I think she's scared, scared of my love for her. The people hate her, mingi, you know that. If I were to marry her and make her queen, it would cause the end of my dynasty and my rule. She doesn’t want that, and the only way she can prevent it is to make me hate her.
Mingi : that does sound like captain.
Yunho nodded, leaning back against his chair as he whispered
Yunho : I miss her.
Mingi : she's right across the hall, yunho.
Yunho : and I still can’t hold her. Even when she's hurt, even when she's so close to me after so long, I can’t even see her.
Mingi : you're putting yourself through torture like this, yunho.
Yunho smiled, taking a last sip of his wine before saying
Yunho : I could put myself through hell for us to be together.
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"Then sleep, close your eyes baby. I'll take care of you"
Did she dream that? Did yunho not actually say it to her? Was it her hallucination? It could be possible, yumi thought. She had missed him every single day in her life since he had left, and the guilt of destroying his village tore at her heart every time she thought of it. The look in his eyes when yumi had brought that knife to the child's neck, and what he had said before she left "you are a monster".
Yumi wouldn’t have done anything to that child even if yunho had tried to do something to her, it was just something she'd suddenly done in order to get away. Because if she stayed longer, she'd have let yunho convince her that their love was possible in this world. If she had stayed, she would've killed yunho. But she hadn't expected yunho to actually think she was a monster.
But then again, yumi supposed that was the whole point.
Yumi pressed her lips together, just that small action causing her enough pain to not do it again. She had lost count of the days and nights that she had spent in that dungeon, getting beaten by soldiers over and over again until she couldn't even sit up anymore. And even after that they had kicked her on the floor, bruising every part of her body until yumi had lost consciousness.
After that she only had vague memories of being carried to the execution ground, the people around screaming and shouting at her to remove the mask that covered her face. And then yumi had been thrown against a wooden block with dried blood all over it, that hitting her head once again as she lost consciousness.
Yumi opened her eyes as she heard the door open, a few maids walking in with things yumi didn't bother to look. One of them came up to yumi before saying
??? : we have brought you food to eat.
Yumi looked over at the tray that was now brought closer to her, another maid opening the lid as the sight of food yumi never thought she'd have the chance of even seeing fell upon her. Yumi didn’t know the names of half of these dishes, but the smell was heavenly. As for the past year, yumi had had nothing except cold bread and milk. And maybe, if the heavens blessed her, a bowl of rice and cold expired jjigae that reminded her of a home that existed no longer. And for the past week, yumi had had nothing at all except maybe water.
Except she couldn't move her hands.
Yumi : I can't…
??? : oh worry not, we will feed you as well. Now if you let us.
Yumi paused as the maid walked closer to her, slowly holding her back as they lifted her up slowly. Yumi let out a moan in pain as a pillow was rested behind her, the maid finally allowing yumi to rest her back against it as she was now in a sitting position.
??? : what would you like to have first, miss?
Yumi just wanted to have something.
Yumi : it doesn’t really matter to me.
The maid smiled as she motioned the other maid to bring her the soup, the maid slowly starting to feed yumi as she sipped at it hungrily.
??? : is it good?
Yumi hummed, taking another sip of the soup as the maid smiled before asking
??? : what is your name?
Yumi pressed her lips together, realizing that she should probably come up with another name. because if she were to say her true one, the maid would probably use the fork lying next to them and stab yumi to death.
Yumi : yuri, han yuri.
That had been the name her mother had given her at birth. And it was the name yumi had used until she was taken away from her dying mother by her father, who had then been a pirate. And then he'd given her a new name, a new identity. And out of honor for her father, she had stuck with that up until now.
??? : that is a very pretty name for a pretty lady.
No one except yunho had called her pretty. And given her condition at the moment, yumi presumed the maid was just lying to make her feel better.
??? : how do you know our prince?
More lies.
Yumi : we…we were friends, long ago. And I uh, got lost in the woods a few days ago and he found me and brought me here.
??? : ah, I see. Our prince has always been really generous. You see, miss han, the prince's father used to be very tyrannical in his rule. He'd exploit everything and everyone around him to any extent possible. All of our people had been drowning in debts, our lands taken away from us by cruel officers. And then 3 years ago the king fell ill, and the prince took over.
Yumi supposed that was after yunho had returned back from the sea.
??? : and he cleared all our debts, just like that. He gave us back our lands and he reduced the taxes as much as he could. And for a year he went around the nation, listening to our people's problems and helping them. And because of him, now we are no longer starving, our children not dying of malnutrition anymore. Because of him we are now a prosperous nation, miss han. And it has been a century since our land was prosperous and wealthy.
Yumi smiled, this was what she had known yunho was capable of. He had saved his kingdom, he had done everything yumi had expected him to. And she was proud of him. At least one of them achieved what they'd wanted.
The maid smiled, taking the bowl of noodles next as she said
??? : you are a lucky lady, miss han.
Yumi : why is that?
??? : you have managed to win over our prince's heart. To have a man like him as your husband would be a blessing, I'm sure.
Yumi lowered her eyes, it would be a blessing, of course. But to love a man like that and still not get to be with him because of who you were? That was all but a curse.
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5 days later :
Yumi had continued to receive princess treatment for almost a week now, all the maids fussing over her in order to make her life as comfortable as possible. They all seemed to love yunho, and since they assumed yumi to be his future queen, they loved her too. And all through that yumi could only imagine how they'd feel if they were to know the truth, that she was a criminal receiving treatment people could only dream of.
Yumi couldn't move much from her bed throughout the past days, and hence she'd just tried to sleep as much as possible. But today yumi felt much better, although it still hurt. And apparently the maids had known it too.
??? : good afternoon, miss han. Would you like to take a bath now? Seeing as how you've gotten slightly better?
Now this, yumi would have to refuse. There was no way she was going to let them see her naked and vulnerable like that.
Yumi : I don’t want it.
??? : but miss, you can’t stand up by yourself-
Yumi : I don’t want to bath then, please leave me alone.
The maids seemed shocked at how stern she was now being.
??? : these-these are orders from the prince, miss, we cannot possibly disobey-
Yumi : then tell your prince I am giving you no choice. Let him do whatever he wants with it.
The maids looked taken aback at yumi's words, obviously so. For someone who was supposed to be of a lower rank than the future king, yumi seemed to speak of the prince as if he were nothing.
Yumi : leave.
The maid let out a breath, motioning for the other maids to follow her as they left the room together. Yumi sighed, closing her eyes to get herself to sleep once again. It hurt too much to stay awake. But just then the door banged open, making yumi open her eyes as it landed on a fuming prince who looked as if he could kill her. Yumi smiled, there he was.
Yunho : for someone who can barely even open her eyes, you have such attitude, captain.
Yumi : you came.
Yunho : who do you think is going to bathe you, kim yumi?
Yumi : mm, I don’t know. Do you wish to do it?
Yunho scoffed, looking away as he said
Yunho : unbelievable.
Yumi : I'll do it myself, yunho. You can go.
Yunho frowned and was about to say something when yumi pressed onto her hands, trying to lift herself up from the bed as his eyes widened. Yunho quickly held onto yumi, making her yelp as she fell against his chest.
Yunho : are you fucking crazy? You're bloody wounded-
Yumi : it doesn't matter. I can still-
Yunho : no you cannot!
Yumi paused, looking up at yunho as she realized how close they were now. Yumi's fingers moved, the desire in her to touch the face of the person she had missed so much almost eating her alive. Except she couldn’t do any of that, not when that person probably hated yumi now.
Yumi : I-
Yunho : why can’t you just let the maids do this for you, jesus!
Yumi : I don’t want them to see it.
Yunho : see what?
Yumi lowered her eyes as she whispered
Yumi : you know what, yunho. My…my scars.
Yunho paused, he had forgotten about it.
Yumi : they're worse now.
Yunho shut his eyes tightly, this was not how he had intended this to go. But he supposed there was no other choice.
Yunho : then I will do it.
Yumi : what?
Yunho : I will help you bath, yumi.
Yumi's eyes widened as yunho stood up, slowly putting his hands under legs before lifting her up from the bed. Yumi hummed, the sudden pain from having to move her body almost bringing tears to her eyes. Yunho walked towards the bathroom that was originally his, the bathtub already filled with water as yunho slowly placed yumi in it. Yumi clenched her jaw as she felt the cool water come in contact with her wounds, trying not to let out sounds of pain as she adjusted herself in the tub. Yunho pressed his lips together, kneeling down as he came to the same level as yumi before whispering
Yunho : I'm going to take these off.
This was the part yumi was scared of, her body was vastly different from what it was when yunho had last seen it. But then again, yunho probably didn't care for her as much as he did back then anymore.
Yumi nodded at yunho as she looked down at her dirty clothes, yunho slowly removing her buttons as he took her frock off carefully. Yunho let out a small gasp as yumi's bare body came to his view, her skin now covered in scars, both old and new. These scars were more brutal than her old ones, and imagining what yumi would've had to go through to attain these, yunho felt his heart crash.
Yunho : how…yumi what-
Yumi : it's different, I know.
Yunho : did my soldiers do this to you? How long have you been here, yumi.
Yunho hated the fact that he hadn't been responsible enough to check the dungeons, believing that his mother was much better at dealing with criminals than he was. But he could’ve prevented this, if it wasn't for his carelessness, yumi wouldn't be in this situation right now.
Yumi : I don’t know. I…I lost track.
Yunho : and the others, where are the others? San, wooyoung-
Yumi : they're all dead, yunho.
Yunho's eyes widened in shock and horror. What?
Yumi : they've been dead for a year now.
Yunho : no, it can’t be.
Yumi : it is my fault. I…we went for-for a mission and I messed up and…and mina, I lost her. The others, they blamed me for her death. They said it my fault she had died and that her life was sacrificed for nothing. And then…then they wanted to leave. I told them it would be dangerous, I told them the land was not for us but they went anyway and a month later when I returned they had…they had all been hanged, yunho.
Tears streamed down yunho's eyes as yumi let out a heart-wrenching sob, her hands coming up to cover her face as yunho quickly wrapped his arms around her. Fuck his plan, fuck what he had wanted to hear from yumi, fuck everything. Damn it all.
Yunho : I'm so sorry.
Yumi whimpered against yunho's chest, the pain of losing her family that she'd never gotten over and the feeling of relief in feeling the warmth of yunho once again hitting her all at once.
Yumi : please tell me he…mingi, please tell me he's not-
Yunho : he's alive, he's alive love, he's okay.
Yumi sobbed against yunho's chest, her entire body shaking in pain as she said
Yumi : I should've been the one that had died, yunho. Mina, she-she shouldn't have-
Yunho : don’t say that. Don’t you dare say that.
Yumi shook her head desperately as she said
Yumi : you should have just let me get executed, I deserved that after all that I have done.
Yunho shut his eyes as his tears fell onto the tub, his heart tearing apart at yumi's sobs.
Yunho : this isn’t your fault, yumi. You can’t do this to yourself.
Yumi sniffled against yunho's chest, her fingers clutching onto his shirt as she whispered
Yumi : I am no longer a captain, yunho. I have failed all of them, everyone.
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— 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄
✧ feat: kita shinsuke x you (as aeris)
✧ wc: 2.27k (approx)
✧ note: this is my first time writing in a while, and my first time writing another pov besides 2nd person so please bare with me also i didn’t proof read this >-<
It was summer yet again and even though it’s the time when students take a break, Kita was still following his own strict routine. Kita was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast for his grandma and himself.
The sun is shining through the windows with the soft singing of the birds. While waiting for the food to cook, Shinsuke also began to brew some coffee for himself and some tea for his grandmother.
“Ah Shinsuke, you awoke before me.” Yumie spoke and giggled. Kita, who heard his grandma, took a pause from what he was doing and went to Yumie, helping her to sit down at their dining area.
“Good morning grandma, breakfast is almost done.” he said with a soft smile.
“Thank you Shin.” A few minutes later the food was done and they began to eat. “So Shin, tell me, do you plan on doing anything this summer? I mean I wouldn’t want to waste your summer days just helping around the house and our farm..”
There was a pause before Kita answered, “I mean my friends and I plan to play some volleyball this Saturday.”
“And besides that?”
It was just silence as Kita and Yumie looked at each other. “Oh come on Shin don’t waste your youthful days, it’s been a while since your last date hasn’t it?”
“Oh gran, don’t tell me you’re implying that..”
She just smiled as she finished eating her meal. “It will never hurt to try once more, Shin! Oh how I miss the old days with your grandpa..” she smiles at the thought.
He shakes his head and laughs softly and he starts to clean the table, he says to himself in his head, ‘It wouldn’t hurt to try.. right?’ .
The days flew by pretty quick, in a blink of an eye it was already time to meet up with his friends. “I’m off now, gran, just call me if anything happens.” He smiles and grabs his bag and he leaves.
As per usual Kita was the first one to arrive at their meeting place, which was a public beach in their area. He finds a place to sit down while waiting for the others. He spots a bench which he then walks over to and takes a seat.
Kita scrolls on his phone and suddenly he feels someone sit down next to him. He looked up from his device and he wasn’t expecting to see such beautiful eyes and just a beautiful face in general. He can’t seem to break eye contact as if he’s been captured just by her gaze.
The girl speaks first, “Hi there! You seem to be waiting for someone?” she asked with a bright smile on her face. She was wearing a flowy white dress and a flower on one side of her ear.
Kita wasn’t one to smile around others but he couldn't help the corner of his lips lifting when her smile was so infectious. “Hello, and yes I am, my friends and I are going to play volleyball.”
“Oohh that seems like it’s fun, I’m not really active though.” she said as she put her hand on her neck giggling, “Oh by the way I’m Aeris!” the girl put out her hand for him.
Kita looks at her outstretched hand and back to her face, “I’m Kita Shinsuke.” a small smile crept its way to his features. ‘Her hand feels a bit cool compared to her personality and energy..’
“Ooh I love your name, It’s pretty! Just like you!” she exclaimed and gave him a closed eye smile. A blush appears on the man’s face at her compliment.
The pair talked for a few moments before Aeris spotted a group of teenage boys were about to approach them, “Well it seems like your friends are here Shinsuke, it was nice talking to you! Hope to see you around!” she offered one last smile and a wave before walking away. Kita’s heart seems to feel content with their small but genuine interaction.
“Kita-san!” He looked up and he saw his juniors walking towards the bench he was sitting on. He stood up to go up to them. They said their greetings to each other, but the girl from earlier still occupied his mind.
𓆩♡𓆪
“Your mind seems to be occupied, Shin..”
“It’s nothing gran..” he replied as they cleaned the house together.
“I’ve known you since you were young Shinsuke, what’s on your mind?”
He thought to himself, thinking about what to say to his grandma, yet one thing still wanders in his mind. “I encountered a sweet girl at the beach while waiting for the others.. And I find her personality rather admirable.”
Yumie was in pure shock at what her grandson spewed but she was so happy at the same time. She held both of Kita’s hands and said, “Oh Shin I’m so happy!”
“Gran, It’s nothing really, just a small interaction with a lovely lady..”
“I doubt that it’s nothing more than that, but if that’s how you see it for now then sure.” she giggled, many thoughts already in her head.
His grandma’s words stuck with him till bed as well as Aeris. He couldn’t help but wish for their next encounter to come soon.
𓆩♡𓆪
The God’s seem to be in favour of Shinsuke because he finds the familiar beautiful face when he was running an errand at the farmers market. She was wearing yet another dress but it was shorter this time, it had a pastel yellow plaid pattern. She was wearing sandals and her hair was in a loose ponytail with flowers that covered her hair tie. Shinsuke can’t help but admire the female as she does her own mundane tasks.
The said female felt a pair of eyes on her to which she turned her head to look for whose eyes it was, and then she saw the pretty man she met at the beach the other day. To that she smiled and offered a small wave.
The male was embarrassed from being caught admiring such a beautiful girl. But he was quick to reciprocate her actions, and soon after he approached her.
“Nice to see you again Shinsuke!” She greeted me enthusiastically.
He smiled to himself before answering, “It’s quite nice to encounter you once more, Aeris.”
They both talked as they shopped around the market, it was so casual yet it made him feel a certain way. He couldn’t understand what feeling it was but he most definitely liked it.
Once more they had to bid their goodbyes, and again, he hoped to see her for another time.
𓆩♡𓆪
Kita’s grandma is at her monthly check up and of course he accompanied her— being the amazing grandson he is. He didn’t mind going with her but he can’t lie the wait is horrible. So he decided to check out the boba shop he saw on the way to the clinic.
He’s very fond of bubble tea and he couldn’t help himself when he saw a shop nearby. He enters the cute little cafe and once again he sees Aeris. Who wore yet another dress, it was still as flowy as ever but he noticed it was just a tad bit shorter than her last dress. This time the design was floral, her hair was loose with a matching floral headband to match her dress.
Aeris sat near the window, a book in hand and her boba on the table. How come she always looks so ethereal? Was the question he asked himself everytime he sees her.
“Hey there Aeris. It seems we meet again.” He greeted the female with a soft smile as he sat down on the unoccupied seat next to her.
She was surprised to say the least, not just by the sudden greeting but the fact that he went up to her first. It was such a small thing but she adored it so much. “Hey there Shinsuke! What a small world isn’t it?” a giggle emitted from her, she put down her book to catch up with him.
Their conversations seem to happen effortlessly. Kita feels some way when he’s with her, a feeling of peace, happiness, and the feeling of home. ‘Is this the feeling gran was talking about whenever she’s with grandpa back then?’ he wonders to himself.
𓆩♡𓆪
Before meeting Aeris, Kita was a man who followed a very strict routine. One thing in his routine is having a fixed sleeping schedule— he sleeps early, he wakes up early, he wakes up early, he gets things done.
But after every encounter, late at night his thoughts and what if’s are screaming in his head. He can’t fall asleep, his mind has been occupied by a pretty lady he met not long ago.
‘Why am I feeling this way?’
‘If this is love, does she feel the same?’
‘Should I ask her out on a date?’
‘What if she says no?’
‘What if I got everything wrong?’
‘If she says no, will I ever get to see her again?’
‘Is this even worth the risk?’
Kita’s quick to shut his last thought, of course she’s worth the risk. He’s never felt this way before with anyone. It's like once in a lifetime for him, and he feels so lucky it was with Aeris.
Shinsuke has made up his mind and has decided to ask her out on a date. He just needed to figure out when, where, and how.
Kita want’s their first date to be special if Aeris ever accepts his offer. He thought of so many possible date ideas. He felt like he was going mad for the first time,, every date idea that he comes up with he automatically thinks of the worst case scenario. After a very very very very very very long time of brainstorming he’s finally made up his mind.
A picnic date on the beach where they first met. He’ll bring her possible favourite flowers. Yellow tulips, he’s noticed that she wears them often. He’ll bring some of her favourite snacks to their date. Now all he had to figure out was how to ask her out.
Even though Aeris and Shinsuke had met a couple of times before, she never really mentioned her family name at least once. So he couldn’t look you up on social media and ask her through there. Kita could try and be patient for your next encounter, but he’ll never know when that could be.
Then, he remembered that one time they met at a convenience store, and he vaguely remembers her school uniform colours but it was— Fukurodani Academy. He also remembers that she mentioned on their first meeting that she’s in her 3rd year.
So, he decided to call someone he knew from Fukurodani to ask about Aeris. On Kita’s phone, he was looking for a certain setter's name— Akaashi Keiji. He grew close to the young boy during some of their teams practise matches together. It took a bit before Akaashi answered, after waiting a few more seconds he picked up.
“Hi Akaashi, it’s been a while, how have you been?”
“Hello Kita-san, I’ve been well. How about you?”
“Same goes for me, anyways I was wondering if you can do me a favour?”
“Oh sure thing, how can I help?”
“Thank you so much. I was wondering if you know anyone by the name Aeris?”
“Oh uhm Kita-san, if you don’t mind me asking, why?”
“I met her a few weeks back at the beach, and after that I kept encountering her.”
“But how?”
Kita was confused by Akaashi’s response and so he asked.
“What do you mean?”
“How were you able to see my sister.. when she’s been dead for a year now…”
Kita didn’t know what to feel at this moment.. This wonderful woman was a piece that
completes his heart, but right now, she’s the reason his heart is shattered into a million bits.
“I-I’m sorry I didn’t know..”
“When did you first meet her or I should say when did you first start seeing her?”
“It was on July 31.. Why?”
“That was the exact same day Aeris was born and that day last year was the day she died..”
His heart throbbed, he felt Keiji’s words tug at his heartstrings the worst way possible.
Akaashi spoke once more, “I’m sorry you had to meet her that way..”
“I’m sorry for your loss as well..”
The sound of the call ending was heard, and all Kita felt so many emotions hit him. Why had Aeris chosen him to be close to? Why did he have to fall for her? Why did he have to meet her on that day? Will he be feeling like this if he was 10 minutes later than he usually was? Will he be holding his head in his hands as tears stream down his face, while all of their shared memories play like a movie in his head?
Everything made sense now that he looks at it, people never really approach Aeris in public places, even though she had the beauty like Aphrodite. When their hands touched for the first time it was cold in contrast to her personality. The way her dress grows shorter every next encounter they have means the shorter amount of time they have left together.
Kita Shinsuke, a man who never really feels love for simply just anyone, finally fell in love, but with someone he’s fated not to have. He never even has gotten the chance to be loved by her, because of the cruel fate the universe has bestowed upon him.
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Kai's Thoughts on Otaku Corps
Keiko Yumi
"I've not seen her around here much, if at all, really. I think she tries to avoid Minato like the plague. Truthfully, I only know her because my son likes her comic book or whatever it is that it's called. Besides that, I also know of her because of Aika Yumi. I'll admit, at first, I thought it was a coincidence that they shared the same name. After all, having the same surnames is quite common in today's world. Back when I lived in America, I couldn't tell you how many Johns, Bills, or Franks, I knew. Talk about originality." Kai rolled his eyes at the memory.
"Anyway, I later found out that the two of them were mother and daughter. And apparently, she despises Aika due to her lifestyle. ...While I can understand feeling some sort of frustration about the way your mother lives her life, from what Aika tells me, she's tried on multiple occasions to try to make up with you, kid. Take it from me, you're better off trying to make peace with your mom, ASAP. I'm probably not the best person to speak about such things, but... just trust me on this, kid. You'll regret it for the rest of your life, otherwise."
Criss Hiromi
"I've seen this young girl wandering throughout Minato a few times in the past. Apparently, she fashions herself as a 'paranormal investigator'. I don't know if that's such a wise career path, but at least she's having fun. I just hope she's making sure to do ample research on these places she's going to. From what Zakari tells me, some of the places in this country aren't for the faint of heart. I'll take his word for it."
Nikki Yoshie
"Would you believe me if I told you that I've actually had to do music for some video game soundtracks? It's true. I was the head producer for one video game called 'Fight Barrage'. It was a pretty obscure game made back in the 90's, but they wanted to do a reboot with new graphics and a killer soundtrack, so they asked me to make up themes for the characters. It was... interesting, to say the least."
"Anyway, I first met this young girl because she was beta-testing the game. I didn't recognize her at first, since I don't really pay attention to video games, but I later found out that she was Nikki Yoshie, the #5 video game player in the world. ...Huh, I met an actual celebrity, and I didn't even know it. Maybe Zakari was right. Maybe I am old-school..."
Otaku Corps
"This is the probably that second Akihabara team I've heard about. ...If I'm being honest, these three do more to represent Akihabara than the previous team we expounded on, Pixel Syndicate. Not saying they're tougher, but... well, whichever team comes out ahead, they'll have definitely earned it. I wish the both of them the best of luck."
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Spicy Chocolate
pairing: Okkotsu Yuta x f!reader
genre: smut (with fluff)
wc: 2.0k
tw/cw: 18+ MDNI, characters are AGED UP, porn with plot (cliffhanger* in the end), established relationship (Yuta and reader are married, househusband!Yuta), food play, use of pet names, slight dacryphilia (Yuta cries), m!receiving (oral, overstimming, edging); let me know if I missed something 🙇🏻♀️
a/n: for two of my beloved Yuta simps @mitsuyaya and @danibby ♥️ the househusband!Yuta agenda that Yumi fed me months ago lives rent-free again in my mind, thanks to @cirigiri’s Leaked Files collab (file no.10 - “Househusband makes a mess in the kitchen”). Thank you @tetsukentona @portfolio-of-dreams (another fellow Yuta simp) for beta reading this ilysfm mwah mwah tsup tsup ♥️ tagging @hanayanetwork
*will continue writing this in another post some other time (burnt out 💔), since there are points that still need to be tackled (especially the ✨thing✨ the reader wants to show to Yuta).
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It’s a nice Sunday afternoon, and a sweet and delicious aroma is wafting from inside the kitchen. A plate of fresh whole strawberries is placed on the table as Yuta gently stirs some melted chocolate in a saucepan over the stove, humming. You should be back around this time after meeting with Maki at the nearby coffee shop, he muses, blushing a little thinking about his lovely wife.
It still feels like yesterday, as Yuta glances at the cool silver band that’s sitting around his ring finger for six months now. A few years ago, Yuta met you through Maki, your childhood friend, who (together with Panda and Toge) then deliberately set the two of you up on a date. You two are compatible with each other: same interests, similar personalities, likes, dislikes… and soon after, you two become a couple and have dated ever since. Eight months later, he proposed to you in front of his and your friends and families while celebrating your birthday; the engagement lasted for two months, and the wedding that came after was very simple and intimate yet a memorable one for you and him.
“Yuta, I’m home~”
“Y/N, welcome home!” Your husband greets you with a smile in the entryway, wiping his hands dry with a table towel. “How’s your ‘date’ with Maki-san? Is she still as grumpy as ever?”
“What do you mean ‘date’? Silly Yuta~” You chuckle, placing your ankle boots properly before wearing house slippers. “And I’ll tell Maki you said that—“
What you see next as you turn around to face him makes your face go warm and your heart race fast. You take a deep breath while you glance at Yuta wearing your cute pink frilly apron that you’d ordered online. Your throat suddenly went dry.
“Cute…”
“Pardon?”
“T-That apron looks good on you, pretty boy. You’re so cute wearing my apron,” you say coolly, yet you can’t keep your cheeks from blushing; your hands start shaking also.
Yuta looks down, embarrassed and fidgety, and mumbles, “Please don’t say that—I-I’m a guy… you’re making me feel embarrassed, stop it!”
You slowly walk up towards Yuta, causing him to stumble a bit backwards and lean on the wall. “Why should you feel embarrassed, just ‘cause you’re a guy?” you whine, a pout forming on your lips, pinning him on the spot. “Do you… not like me telling you you’re cute?” You tilt your head sideways, looking at him.
Yuta’s heart throbs at the adorable sight that is you. He’s not the one you should be saying ‘cute’, but the other way around! He is a very lucky man to have a wonderful and adorable person like you as his wife, and he’s very thankful for that.
“I like it,” he whispers, locking eyes with you, as he caresses your cheek. Your husband then slowly leans down to you, his lips inches away from yours. “I really do. But I… should be the one saying that.”
You close your eyes, feeling his soft chapped lips meshed into yours, your tongues brushing and playing around each other. He tastes sweet, like chocolate, you think as you push yourself closer to him and tilt your head a bit, deepening the kiss.
A string of saliva connects between your lips, the two of you flushed red and breathing heavily. Yuta looks at you like a lovesick guy and smiles. “You’re so cute like this, Y/N. And I love that about you…” He wraps his arms around you and cuddles, gently stroking your hair with his hand. “I could get through the day just by hugging you, you know?”
“Yuta…!” Your cheeks feel hot after hearing that, so you bury your head into his shoulder, nuzzling your face at the crook of his neck. You don’t mean to but catch a whiff of chocolate through his clothes, the smell making you feel intoxicated as if you’ve drank alcohol. “You smell of chocolates, Yuu…,” you mumble, taking another sniff of the sweet aroma on his neck, your hot breath slightly tickling him. “So sweet… mm…”
He shudders, feeling something wet as you lick a spot. “Ah, t-that? Well, Panda-san and Inumaki-san came in for a short visit earlier and b-brought some strawberries while you’re—fuck!—while you’re out visiting Maki-sa—ngh!” Yuta feels your dainty hands brushing against his pants to and fro, gradually stimulating his bulging cock and prompting him to buckle his hips a bit, wanting for more friction. “Y-Y/N… stop…,” he bites his bottom lip, stifling a moan.
You continue on feeling him and licking stripes on his neck, not wanting to stop. His delicious taste, his sweet smell… all of Okkotsu Yuta is intoxicating. You are the only one who can make him go putty under your touch, as much as you are with him. A perfect match…
You slide a hand under his shirt and caress his strong built chest, lightly touching a nipple; Yuta’s body twitches at your touch. So sensitive…
“Ah… f-fuck, Y/N, please…” He thinks his legs feel as if they have turned to jelly, panting as your hands work quickly on him. “S-stop… it… ngh…”
You lick another stripe on his collarbone before sucking it hard. “Hm? You say something?” you hum, palming his now-tightening balls through his pants. He’s close… I can feel it through my hands.
“Y-Y/N… feels… feels so good—ah!” Yuta leans his head up on the wall, moaning and panting so lewdly. He places a hand on your shoulder for support and grips it a bit harder.
You look at him, smiling so deviously seeing his flustered sexy face. “Oh my darling Yuta… you should look at your pretty face,” you whisper in a sweet, hushed tone. “So erotic just from teasing and touching you.” You hover your lips close to his ear and lick his earlobe. “A-are you close?”
“So… close! I-if you continue on touching me any further, I might…cu-cum—”
“Okay~” You stop, retracting and raising your hands up away from him, before he could cum.
“—huh? W-what…” Yuta staggers a bit, his twitching thighs clenching hard. “Y/N, why—I’m so close to cum…!” He whines, tears start trickling down his cheeks. “Please let me cum…” He lets out a sniffle, which makes your heart feel a pang of sadness; you feel terrible for not letting him cum.
“I’m sorry, love…” You wipe his tears away with your thumb, and place a gentle kiss on his forehead before resting it on your own. “We can continue this later, okay? Please endure it for a little bit, like a good boy, and refrain your hands from touching it.” You smile genuinely at your husband, helping him stand up on his feet. “I-I’ll let you cum inside me as a reward, plus I have something to show you later… something that we can both enjoy,” you whisper into his ear, hot breath blowing through.
A sickly sweet grin forms on Yuta’s lips, thoughts of his hot white load dripping down your soft and sexy thighs making him shudder with delight. Something that we can both enjoy, huh… I wonder what that something is, he thinks as you both walk towards the kitchen, the bowl of strawberries and chocolate fondue waiting on the table.
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“Mmnh~”
Yuta’s cock throbs hearing your sweet moans while the two of you are enjoying your afternoon snack in the kitchen. He casts a subtle glance at you, who is sitting near him, licking chocolate off the strawberry you are currently eating like a lollipop, before looking away… flushed red from embarrassment. He’s dying to touch himself, to relieve the pent-up feeling leaking between his legs. You, on the other hand, know that he’s itching to jerk himself off, sending you surreptitious glances and silently begging you to let him cum; you enjoy teasing him though, given your husband’s current predicament, and love seeing his pretty face looking sexy and frustrated.
“Y/N…” your husband mewls, his head resting on the table facing you, his voice cracked and laced with want. “I wanna cum, please…? Let me cum…”
You look up at the wall clock hanging above the kitchen door. 20 minutes have passed, that should be enough for him to show some self-constraint. You dip the strawberry in chocolate sauce again and glide it through your open lips, lustful eyes looking at Yuta. “Do you really want to cum, pretty boy?” you ask, your hand traveling through his pants and forming small circles around his erection with your finger.
He hisses, quickly grabbing your wrist, and buckles up his hips in response. “I-I do, Y/N, please! Don’t… tease me—mnff!” You stuff the whole strawberry into his mouth, muffling his pleas; Yuta can taste a mixture of your saliva, strawberries and chocolate as you start to thrust it in and out of his lips.
You get a glimpse of drool seeping at the corner of his mouth as you continue on thrusting, and smile. “My naughty husband, his pretty mouth getting fucked on with a strawberry… how erotic~” you whisper breathily in his ear, pulling out the strawberry from his mouth with a loud pop! before finally popping into your own mouth. You chew it slowly, your hand cupping Yuta’s cheek, before feeding it to him with your lips in a deep kiss.
“You taste so sweet, like strawberries,” you say as you lick your lips clean after the kiss; your other hand, meanwhile, unties the knot on his pants before slowly lowering the waistband.
“Ah!” Yuta’s cock—fully-erect, its head an angry red-colored and leaking with pre-cum—hits his torso as soon as you pull down his pants halfway over his thighs, some of the pre staining his shirt. You bend down slightly near it and gently blow air on its leaking tip, making him shudder hard and curse under his breath. “Fuck…! No… don’t… I-I might cum if you do that again…,” he cries, whimpering and panting heavily on his seat.
You lightly trace a prominent vein on his length, feigning innocence, before taking its whole girth with your hand and stroking it at a painfully slow pace. “Huh? Yuu~ what’s this? I thought you said earlier you wanna cum? You’re contradicting yourself, you know…?” You let the tip of your tongue out of your lips and hover it above the cock head while your eyes are on your husband, wriggling it down until it touches the slit.
“Y-Y/N… no, I’m cummiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing—! Ngh!!!!!” White ropes of cum spurt high from the head, smearing your face and Yuta’s shirt and pants. Some of the cum had splatter over your hair and the tiled kitchen floor.
Chuckling, you swipe your lips clean of cum as you glance at your husband panting heavily after he came, hiding his flushed face behind his arm, away from your lustful stare. His body is still twitching from the stimulation yet the cock’s standing up, raging for more. You smile.
“...ngh! Fuck—!” Yuta suddenly curses under his breath, his hips jolting upwards, as he feels the warmth of your mouth slowly engulfing him inside. He flails both his hands in front and brings them above your bobbing head, pushing you away from his overstimulated cock. “Y-Y/N, stop… it’s too much, I-I just came…!”
You swat his hands away from your head while you continue on giving him head, his whining pleas getting painfully louder and lewder, making your thighs press together to ease the growing wet ache on your core.
“I’m… c-cumming again…,” Yuta tells you breathily, accompanied by a few loud moans. “I’m… cum...ming—“
You quickly grab his whole length by the base, tightening your grip a bit. You pull your lips away from your husband’s cock with a loud pop! before releasing it from your grip. “Don’t cum on my mouth yet,” you say, earning a whine from Yuta again.
You shyly stand up and strip yourself of your skirt and panties, exposing your wetness in front of him. You then get up and carefully straddle yourself onto his lap, your hand guiding his cock near your hot entrance.
“Didn’t I promise you earlier that I let you cum inside me?”
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1—Ballet
An excerpt from Galatea's Mid-Earrheim diary—(Currently Misplaced)
"My dear Vega—
Do you remember my first ballet recital? I was one of the flowers in the Nutcracker.
You were on the front seats, right beside my family, and when I bowed down on the curtain call, our eyes met.
You wore a lended suit from my brother and were holding a wildflower bouquet. You picked them yourself from the gardening club, you said, that's why you hadn't been able to come with us, and had to make your way to the town's theater by foot.
When you gave it to me, you told me the name of all the flowers... what was it... hellebore, snowdrops, daffodils, daisies and forget-me-nots. You said you wanted to give me hydrangeas as well, but they didn't bloom on winter.
I didn't get the solo, and made a lot of mistakes in the performance, but you still praised me as if I had been the best dancer all-around. In your own quiet way, at least.
I hold that memory dear to me, even if now I need pictures to remember your face... or I need to scribble down your name in my notes so I don't forget, that moment is forever etched in my heart.
I think... that's one of the reasons I decided to pursue ballet professionally. I wanted to touch people in the same way I touched you.
Today was this year's winter performance at my company, and guess what? I am a prima now! I got to play Odette. Our company is small, so being a principle there may not sound like a big deal... I mean, if I joined a bigger one I think I wouldn't be able to even get a solo part. But I'm happy like this, you know? Its difficult to find that small-town warmth once you're out in the city, even now, I still get pretty homesick from time to time. And this little company feels alright to me.
Anyways— I got reminded of this because I received a few bouquets tonight, all of them were these fancy and intricate arrangements of out-of-season flowers. I thought... what if one of these were from Vega?
Of course, that was just wishful thinking, but I did check every label just in case.
Yumi told me that maybe... if you were still out there somewhere, and if I worked hard enough, we could see each other again. Maybe, if I became a famous dancer, I would be able to reach you once more. Wether that be in heaven or wherever you are. So I always hope that'll be the case.
I guess... what I'm trying to say is that I'll always have a front-row seat saved for you.
Galatea's memories of Vega are disjointed and fickle, as if someone had locked them out from her mind— but she has always tried her best to hold onto them, especially when she needs motivation to keep going when her job gets increasingly difficult.
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afar; na jaemin [40]
APRIL 2022
the rain had stopped by the time dami got to dream’s apartment. she told jeno and the rest of the boys that she had arrived. the others were still far from their dorm. she ran up to the rooftop and found jaemin next to the door. jaemin didn’t even flinch when the door open he could tell who it was by the red converse that was getting closer right in front of him.
“what the fuck are you doing? are you a fucking child? you feel a little sad, you go off on your own without telling people your whereabouts and you think that’s okay? do you know how worried the boys are? do you know where daejung has been the past 3 hours? he called the security team in the building to check the cctv on every floor just in case someone hurt you. it’s almost 3am.”
“why didn’t you fight it?” jaemin’s voice was trembling, his face was red, his clothes and hair were slightly damp from the rain before. dami stayed silent not understanding his question, “when i said we should end it,” he paused, “why didn’t you fight to stay?”
“are you fucking serious?” this time jaemin stayed silent. he couldn’t even dare to look at dami, the person he had been crying over for months now. dami was furious. furious that jaemin would even question something so stupid, “you’re asking about this right now? you went missing and that’s the first thing you said to me?”
“you said okay straight away. you didn’t ask me why, you didn’t ask me anything.”
“so, what? should i beg on my knees and say don’t go? should i scream over the phone and curse your name? should i try and make you change your mind? would that make you feel better?” dami unconsciously walked closer to where jaemin sat, her words were filled with pain but she tried to make her voice as calm as possible, “it wouldn’t make a difference. even if we didn’t break up that day, it was bound yo happen sooner or later. we’re both delusional if we try to deny that fact.”
“i can’t tell anymore. i can’t read you anymore. you talk and i can’t tell if you’re sad. you stand in front of me and i can’t tell if you’re tired. you’re not on set and i don’t know if you’re sick. it’s fucking killing me. i used to see through you dam,” jaemin was still sitting on the floor, hands on his knees, eyes on the floor,
“you laughed. the day after we broke up—the next day i saw you talking to yumi nuna and you laughed. i should be happy, it should make me happy, seeing you happy… but i know.. you were faking it.” he was crying. dami has never seen jaemin cry before. the only time was when they were rewatching weathering with you but she’d never seen him really cry before. it was breaking her heart, “and it broke my heart because i caused that.”
“please let’s go back. you have a packed schedule tomorrow and you need rest.” when jaemin didn’t answer, dami lowered herself to sit next to jaemin. she promised that she wasn’t going to open up to him again. the situation they are in are cruel, it’s none of his fault nor is it her. she sat not far away from him and jaemin slowly shifted his weight so that their shoulders are touching. he’s still crying which made dami cried as well, “let’s go back, jaem.”
that was his last straw, hearing his name. hearing his name coming out of her mouth was a blessing. he not only had missed her voice, he missed the sound of his name coming from her. in a second, he moved his body to embrace dami. she didn’t fight him off, she can’t. she was also vulnerable at this point.
the two spent the next hour holding each other, knowing this might as well be their last moment together.
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summary—in 2019, kang dami, was lucky enough to be given a spot as a stylist at sm entertainment. shadowing multiple stylists before officially becoming a full time staff member in 2020 and started working mainly to be NCT Dream’s stylists. a story about an idol and a staff member sharing intimate temporary moments together. in which, they both lost the war.
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FLATLINE IS HERE AND I JUST WANNA CRY OMG. LETS GAUR~
“We have to head back,” Jake shouted. “Or else we are going to be late and Jungwon is going to be mad — I don’t like it when Jungwon is mad.”
lolol not the tiny leader being mad and we are all scared here! but i agree with jake! jungwon is scary haha
You had to blink a few times to get used to it, and only then you saw Sunhae, that Jungwon guy of hers, and his friends — the four of them focused on a dartboard poorly placed in one of the beams.
STOP! Not the dartboard jdksajdkal i am brought back to iland days when the boys played dart LMAO so cute T_T
“I am Heeseung,” he said, moving his gaze at Jake for a brief second before he turned back to you, smiling. “I don’t think I have something special to state.”
HAHAHAHAHAHA not the "smiling" when he looks back OOF boy is already flirting dhjhdjsakdhjska
When you didn’t oppose it, he used your connected hands to pull you to him, and suddenly he was so close and the air stuffy. He smelled like the summer nights, like the brisk breeze of the county, like peonies, but as well as the leather of his jacket, and something that you remembered from the day your father taught you how to drive, the smokey scent when you couldn’t pull the car up the hill and forced the engine to its maximum.
HELLO??? This is so beautifully written BYE
“To operate the tents, but the losing team should volunteer to wear the sheep costume and hand the flyers.”
NOT THE SHEEP COSTUME DHJASKDHAHAHAHA I SWEAR WE SAID BEAR COSTUME! IM WHEEZING
“Do the honors, princess,” he said, extending one of the darts.
EXCUSE ME? I didnt expect the nickname so soon. LORD
“It’s her turn,” Jake protested.
“The dart is in her hand,” Heeseung replied with mischief.
THE WAY I SNORTED LMFAO and my mans is napping from the anime con lolol im wheezing because i am brought back to our talks of possessive Jake dhjsakhdjakhahahahahahaha I CANT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY SORRY
“But if you ever decide to binge all the attractions of a carnival again, or if you feel like doing anything you couldn’t — I am here,” he said, reaching for the top of your head, his fingers threaded through your hair as he gave the same soft and quick pat he did on the night of the party.
i am crying. TEARS, ROLLING DOWN PAST MY CHEEKS LOL why would you do this to me. bye
Heeseung thought your expression was the cutest thing he had seen during his twenty-four years of living, there was a certain urge in him to make it disappear.
i can see him squeezing his eyes shut at how cute yn is. PLS crying some more as i continue read
It was the first time you had ever said his name, and it caught him off guard. Not only because of your accent, but coming from your lips, it sounded soft and slow, almost as if you had stolen it and made it all yours.
YUMI, STOP THIS RN! I AM CRYING ENOUGH! THIS IS SO CUTE T-T the way he observes her and listens to her dhjakshdjakjak im melting
“Come on,” one of the women behind said. “Take that box and give your boyfriend a thank you kiss.”
DEAD ASS LMFAOOOOO this is me asf!
“Can I drive you home?” he asked. “I promise I haven’t drank anything today.”
NO NEED TO ASK TWICE!
“I want to see you again,” he whispered.
“I want you to see me again too.”
A laugh escaped from his lips, unintentionally too happy as he reached for his phone on the console and handed it to you.
HAHAHA THIS IS FUNNY! I laughed hella loud and then covered my mouth, turned my head back to check on mans and make sure he's still sleeping lmao
This was a Heeseung you weren’t sure you knew who he was.
OOOOOFFFFF GIRL! SHE IS GONNA LEARN TODAY! but girl, it'll be okay. he raced into your heart anyways dhjaskdhak
He closed his eyes at the familiarity of the moment, but as soon as the darkness welcomed him, you were there again — burning like sunlight.
Heeseung knew this place well enough to not need to think before exchanging the gears, he just kept in mind he needed to come back faster than ever.
H E L L O?!?!?!?!?! I cannot say this enough. omg!!!! this is so well written, bish! my heart racing and telling heeseung to not be stupid! OH GOD i am praying for dude to hurry tf up and come back to yn lol
He couldn’t simply tell he thought you shone like a heart of gold.
I CLENCHED MY ASS AND HE DIDNT TELL HER THIS? Unclenching my ass and omw to beat him up BYE
You were already painfully beautiful like this, but the moment you smiled at him — something stirred and moved inside of him.
i need a break lmfao i am crying way too much! T_T yumi, there are just so much love and i am digging this a whole lot
“I am not letting you slip away tonight,” he whispered.
AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH IT'S THIS SCENE! WE MADE IT HERE! FUCK MY LIFE!! HELP??? HAHAHAHAHA T_T
You were so beautiful, he could die all day and every night just to miss you.
CRYINGCRYINGCRYING
“Heeseung!” His grandmother screamed, startling you. “Why there’s such a pretty girl asking for you at my front door?”
PWUAHAHAHAHHA I AM THE GRANDMA BYE
“But now that I am teaching you, he may leave me and go with you.” she finished, causing Heeseung to choke on the air.
LOL BISH! I SNORTED HELLA LOUD HHAHAHAHHAHAHAAH i cant with granny. shes the best
If the whole afternoon hadn’t been homey enough, this — this kiss had been.
please T_T they are both so homey, i wanna stay home forever
“I am very lucky,” Heeseung whispered. “About everyone I have in my life.”
“They are lucky to have you too.”
“Do you think so?”
“I am sure so,” you said, and you didn’t need to look at him to know he was smiling at it.
my mom and dad, PERIOD
Heeseung was already walking towards you, acting as if there was no one else in his eyesight.
bro is so in love, im in love with them lmao
“Go get a room in the name of lord,” someone screamed, so close it hadn’t left any doubt it was for you and Heeseung.
TBH! I HAVE GLASSES FOR A REASON TO PROTECT MY EYES. CAN WE NOT RIGHT NOW?!
“Sunghoon has been complaining about it,” your mother added. “Send him a message once in a while — the boy has been wondering about you.”
the devil has appeared. bye LMAO LEAVING FOREVER
Heeseung was well aware the piece was cheap, probably the cheapest suit you have ever touched, but still, you folded it with so much care before you placed it over a nearby couch — with so much care, he couldn’t come into peace about what he was supposed to do with himself.
it's being taken care of with so much care because she loves him. and like im getting so emotional over this because when you love someone, cheap or not, you are willing to care for them. and ugh ME CRYING SOME MORE
“Now, this is what I call a worth-it movie scene,” your grandma interrupted, making Heeseung step back. “Is this the infamous Lee Heeseung?”
NOT ME ALSO BEING THIS GRANDMA TOO HAHAHAHAAHA
“Sunghoon!” your father greeted.
I CHOKED
“I heard you have been obsessed with a disposable camera,” he said. “So I bought this while I was in Japan last week, I think something higher quality would be better.”
I CANT SCREAM, YUMI LMAO SO HERE I AM, COVERING MY MOUTH AS I SILENTLY SCREAM! ARE YOU SERIOUS?! i forgot we talked about this scene. oh my god, my ass AND my heart are clenched!
“You didn’t need to protect the camera so fiercely.”
“It wasn’t the camera,” you said, and he smiled down at you because he knew.
IM CRYING AGAIN! because ugh, they understand each other so much and i love them. i just love them so much T_T
“Was it?” you asked. “Great?”
“Wonderful,” he whispered.
MOM AND DAD, PLEASE! STOP BEING SO CUTE! I AM CRYING A RIVER OF RAINBOWS AND BUTTERFLIES!
“You are my downfall, but as well my saving, princess,” he whispered. “I hope you know it.”
I JUST FLEW OFF MY CHAIR! BYYYYYE! SEE YOU NEVER!!!!
“Yours,” he whispered.
“Early — when you were introducing me to your grandmother, you didn’t know what to title me,” he explained. “I am yours, no titles required.”
yumi hahahahaha you love making me cry, do you? how can hee say this RIGHT AFTER some love making. LET ME PROCESS WHAT JUST HAPPENED T-T i had to pause and cry ahahha this is so cute, wtf? hes such a lil bish! A SOFT BISH T-T
he wondered if the man ever wore anything that wasn’t dress pants and silk button-downs.
HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAH I CANT STOP LAUGHING OMG IT WAS SERIOUS UP UNTIL I SAW THIS AHHAHA
she will forget this moment of charity
YOU USED THIS LMFAO I AM FUCKING LAUGHING! i didnt realize you would really use this line dgsahjdashahahahahahahaha
The cadence of his heart matched with yours. And it was so easy to believe you both are the only ones remaining in the world — so easy.
legit, mom and dad. hi. i am your child right here. fhajskdhjaskdhka T_T this is so pretty. i love them so much! i am going to protect them FOREVER
Heeseung would always wait for you.
i thought we agreed no major angst. you have taken the crown now lmao i am leaving
“Princess,” he called as soon as you picked up. “Have you looked at the moon tonight?”
me shaking and crying lmao i need a new tissue box frfr! YUMI, YOU SAID MY ANGST ARE MEAN. THIS IS MEANER! OMG
“I never got my architect license,” Heeseung said. “But if you tell me about your dream house, I can find you something.”
i remember us gushing over this scene and now im reading it and crying hahaha my emotions are all over the place and idk how to feel rn T_T
“I want to stay with you.”
“Then stay with me,” He whispered. “For as long as you want.”
they are so perfect. so FUCKING PERFECT. im gonna cry a wave of ocean haha
“You have been taking too much care of me, let me take care of you too,” he asked.
THIS IS ME FLYING OUT THE DOOR! BYE!
“Exactly — what if they tell you something that makes you want to leave me?” Heeseung asked, although there was a hint of entertainment in his voice, your answer was solemn.
stop it T_T he wasnt even joking either!!!! my heart breaks more and more for my bro man
“Don’t get me wrong, I loved having you in my car, and the shower, but having you here — all pretty on my bed, I will take my time with you.”
ME CRYING AND SCREAMING IN SILENT HELLO?! I WAS NOT READY FOR THIS PART! OH MY GOD. OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH I NEED TO PAUSE AGAIN OH LORD HAVE MERCY ON ME!
“We should listen to what the youth has to say,” she smiled.
AHEM! Again, i am the grannies lmao
“Please, no sir — we are all family here.”
SHIP ME TO DELULU LAND RIGHT FUCKING NOW OMFG
OKAY I AM DONE. i cried, i laughed, and i cried again ahah i screamed for a little bit, but i was able to hold my composure again. idk how many times i changed the music to fit the mood. everything was beautiful. absolutely beautiful. ignore my commentary in our DMs hahahahaahahha THESE ARE THE REAL ONES. I couldnt stop picturing everything that heeseung was seeing and doing when he's with yn. i felt all the emotions of love in here and oh my god, LET ME GO CRY AGAIN HAHAHA
p.s. the mole tracing scene could've still been added at the end BUT ITS OKAY LMAO i can wait for that extra scene :P
I LOVE YOU MY SOUL SISTER!
I AM CRYING! I JUST CAN’T WITH YOU! This story is so long that I didn’t expect you to do your long reviews but here we are 🥹
The story wouldn’t have come to life without you, seriously, if you weren’t here to listen to every stupid question, every stupid doubt, and mental breakdown, I wouldn’t have had the courage to finish it (and I wouldn’t have made Sunghoon so hateable) so thank you so much for your help (ever since January!) and this review ♥️
I can really picture you as the grannies lol they were the best and so funny just like you! I LOVE YOU!
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that’s true, that’s true :)) i still love both names though, they’re very cute. would you have any nicknames? like...app? kuro? wen? i don’t know!
oh geez, i know how you feel, balancing studies with other things...i’m commending you for looking out for your brother and cheering for things to get better for you personally as well too (and for things to get less stressful and all, and for you to get more rest). i also have bags under my eyes too...also, again, one liners with the designer bag thing! amazing. extraordinary.
oopsies, my bad ;))
yeah, me too. just like...oh well, no point in emailing staff about it cuz they’ll fix it whenever. tags, or i just wrote something most of my reader demographic doesn’t prefer (like my angst piece).
i think a lot of my drafts can count as very short blurbs and then i flesh them out. like i have a bullet list or i write a long sentence about the plot. hhhh you make my heart go dudududu cuz i love interacting and chatting with you! you make me feel so validated and seen on this platform. i love your ideas, so it’s a win win when we make a big story together. thank you though. i love reading your reblogs of my fics :,) my heart warms.
mmm, i see...i relate with the skin thing. really, only vaseline can help and i swear by how much of it i’ve used in my entire life, i think it’s safe to say my skin is made up of vaseline by now (it’s petroleum jelly). maybe you can try it, i hope it’ll help (unless by beauty products, you mean makeup, which i have no expertise in).
you should go next time (if you want) cuz it’s like a once-in-a-lifetime experience. i would totally want to go even if i was just a statue in front of them. just to say i did it and also to see them in person. but i understand your worries, i hope you can get the courage to meet up with them soon (and you’ll get the chance to and money too if those are needed).
omggggg, i’m ;_; thank you so much, it’s the biggest compliment to hear that kind of thing about my works. i’m on mobile so it’d be annoying to link stuff (i might go on a reblogging spree soon if i get the chance for my favorite blurbs of yours), but my faves that i can think of off the top of my head are shapeshifter! mingi, boxer! soobin, vampire! jaemin, and artist! niki.
hmm, i consider all my monikers as nicknames so i don't really seek one, if that even makes sense—
ajfgndjgn i didn't even mean to make that a memorable one-liner, it just came from the top of my head 🥴🥴 with him in face to face and me still stuck at home, i sometimes get worried about him but at the same time, i guess this can help him learn to stand up for himself
one day, one day we'll make this platform shake by having a collab—ofc it'll happen after i kick finals and school for being so hard on you. i always have plenty of fun when we interact so that's probably why i reply so quickly. istg i might break my keyboard one day from how hard i press the keys...
i think it's makeup that you have to buy in order to gain a ticket? idk, i was paying more attention to the stands they had on display rather than the products that the brand was selling sjsjejsjn
ooh we should go together so if one of us freezes, the other can gently guide them off the stage before security can get their hands on us—it's just annoying me a little because next month, skz is coming here for a fanmeet too, then in feb: enha concert, march: skz concert, so i'm yelling "SLOW DOWN WE'RE NOT AS RICH AS WE MAKE OURSELVES LOOK LIKE"
yay, yumi's not able to add links ~~ /j
actually... i'm thinking of doing a poll to see which concept(s) would readers like me to expand upon, but it feels like a risky move...
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when he throws his wedding ring on the floor
ANGST to fluff
warnings: language
oikawa x reader
“Seriously Tooru! You can’t just come home 2 in the fucking morning without any texts or calls to tell me your okay!” You said in the brink of tears yelling at your husband who just came home from a party drunk
“y/n what the fuck I just came home and your already bitching at me?” “W-what? Tooru I thought you were in a car accident you don’t want me to worry?! Even worse I thought you were dead!” You said yelling “enough y/n! Your so god damn annoying sometimes I need space from you and your whole family!” He said voice louder that you almost backed down “excuse me?” “Yeah that’s right y/n, your whole family and you are so god damn annoying, your father expects me to be working a normal office job, your mother always coming over uninvited without a phone call and most of all YOU always so damn annoying texting me during practice, calling me way too many times!-“ “Tooru-“ “NO YOU BETTER NOT CUT ME OFF Y/N” he said catching a breath glaring at you while your just in shock at what’s coming out of his mouth… “you know what I regret most y/n?” He said walking closer to you while you were taking a few steps back “come on tell me y/n what do you think I hate and despise the most” he said bitterly laughing “I-I don’t know Tooru!” You said crying “I regret moving back to Japan and marrying you” he said throwing his wedding ring on the kitchen floor… “yeah that’s it I finally said it!” He said massaging his temples while your just witnessing at what he just did… he threw the ring he made vows with you, he threw the ring him and you went through store to store to find the “perfect” one, he threw the ring that was a symbol of your two year marriage… “where are you going y/n too scared to hear the truth?” He said while you were walking away eyes wide open tears trickling down your face trying to control your breathing so you weren’t a sobbing mess, you went into the guest bedroom sitting on the floor painfully looking at your left ring finger seeing the diamond shining beautifully “I didn’t ask you to come back to Japan” You said in a broken sob muffling your cries so he couldn’t hear, you weren’t able to sleep that night replaying his words over and over again, your head playing with you thinking that your the one at fault but you were right… even when Oikawa started settling what he said in his thick skull he knew what he did was more than wrong…
now the next morning you woke up with the most puffiest eyes you’ve had, you didn’t have the energy of dressing up or taking a shower and going to work but you had to, and you remember Oikawa and you go to your jobs at the same time in the morning, “hey yumi im going to be 30 minutes late sorry” you said clearing your voice so you didn’t sound like you were crying “of course y/n don’t worry I’ll cover for you girly” she said then you hanged up the phone, “babe- your going to be late” he said waking up next to nothing, maybe you already left for work till he heard some noise from a distance “y/n… you there?” He said going towards the second bedroom only for him to hear the noice stop “y/n your going to be late if you stay here longer…” “y/n?” He said sitting by the doorway trying to hear what’s happening “I’m going to go to practice but remember to go to work… love you” he said heart slightly throbbing, regretting what he did last night… if he was being honest he did regret coming back to Japan but the part about marrying you? He would never regret it he loves everything about you and what he said last night he wish he could of shutted his mouth up and he most of all hated the fact he threw his wedding ring on the floor… he went into the kitchen and saw the ring at its exact same spot picking it up made him feel more guilty… you avoided your husband like a plague, eating takeout and leaving his order you chose for him on the kitchen table, waking up early to take a shower and head off to work, locking yourself in the guest bedroom during days he was home, till the second week of avoiding him you were cleaning the house and he sneaked up from behind you “hey love…” he said hugging you from behind “hm?” “What do you mean hm? Don’t you miss me” he said trying to lighten up the mood only for you to get out of his grasp “y/n wait!” He said grabbing your hand only to see your not wearing your wedding ring “why aren’t you wearing your ring baby?” He said heart slightly in pain “I was cleaning the house I didn’t want it to- scratch” you said coming up with a lie so you could get out of the room “y/n you can’t scratch a ring by cleaning” “can you let go of me now Tooru? I really need to clean the living room” “it’s already clean” “well can you please get out I feel uncomfortable” you said hand shaking “y/n… I didn’t mean to I love you so much” he said eyes watery “I know you didn’t mean it Tooru, just leave me alone for now?” “but y/n…” “what?” “I didn’t mean what I said last week, I love you so much, your the best thing to ever happen to me- I love your family and I don’t regret moving back” he said pulling you in a hug from behind “Tooru… you can’t lie to yourself, I can’t keep you here you need to go back to Argentina” you said holding in tears”what do you mean y/n?” “I mean it’s time for you to go, I can’t be the one ruining your dreams, you’ve been planning this since hjghschool I can’t keep you here” your voice cracked slightly tears trickling down both of your faces “I’m already happy here”he said guilty “I know your lying Tooru… let’s have a little break from each other we both know we can’t be holding each other down from our separate d-dreams” you said holding in your sob while he was crying into your back “y-you can’t say that , do you know how much I love you?” He said sniffling turning you his way so you could look the brunette in his teary eyes “I know Tooru but we can’t be doing this to each other” you said crying in his chest “y/n… I’m really sorry you know that? I love you” he said kissing your forehead “I love you too you idiot” you said hitting his chest crying harder…
“I’ll see you later Tooru” you said holding in your tears and sad voice seeing off your husband at the airport… “bye love, I’ll call you when I’m in the airplane” he said walking towards you giving you a long hug “yeah… bye Tooru have a safe trip” you said hugging him tighter “you know you should write me letters since we’re going to be over a thousand miles apart” you said trying to lighten the mood kissing his forehead “yeah I’ll do that y/n…” “well good bye” you said getting out of his embrace now waving him goodbye…
4 years later:
“He should be here soon” Iwaizumi said eyebrows furrowed looking at his phone for the time “yeah he should be here already” you said anxious looking at your makeup to see if it looked smudge only to feel calloused hands covering your eyes “guess who” the familiar voice but now deeper said almost laughing “who’s this? I don’t know who you are” you said jokingly “you don’t remember your husband?” He said turning you his way cupping your face “Tooru!” You said jumping into his arms giving him a kiss on the cheek “I miss you y/n” he said in a big smile can’t helping but grinning like an idiot “I miss you too” you said touching his face looking at the man you haven’t seen in person for a long time “Iwa did you miss me?” He said hugging you by the waist coming forward “no of course not idiot now come on we’re going to be late” he said laughing “I know you missed me! Do you think you can hold my luggage? Ya know that flight was so long” he said teasing “shut up shittykawa” he said hitting his back “again with the names iwa?!”
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in words, in flesh
pairing. kita shinsuke x f!reader
content. fluff, lil angst/comfort, kita is in the military, arrange marriage, set on the 18th century, minor details about war
a/n. grammar. this is sappy what is this naurrrr anyway this fic is for @cupidines collab! Happy Birthday cupid!<3 I got inspired from Pride and Prejudice and a couple of movies my hopeless romantic is really showing but here you go I hope you enjoy :] this not proofread
its been a while since you felt the smooth texture of letters through your fingertips. you still remember his voice despite the years he's been away. like he's with you as your eyes glide across the words within the paper. it almost feels like yesterday when your parents had promised to marry you to a good man.
marriage has always been an unpleasant subject to your ears. you became aware that marriage is not always a fairytale like what they tell in books. you heard about the terrible fates of some women stuck in an arrange marriage. you are certain you don't want to be stuck with a neglectful and unfaithful husband, and become a spiteful woman.
sensing your concern, your father tried to ease your mind saying the young man was your age and the son of a good friend of his. he made it sound like the man is good deal but the doubts still linger in your mind. the man was still serving for the military, giving you an ample time to prepare.
the next days, were full of your mother singing praises about the man you are supposed to marry. 'I heard he's kind and handsome, surely he will catch your eye my dear and oh! the older ladies said he is quiet a gentleman too!' she said to which you just hummed to and focus on the book you were reading.
time passes once again and the day you dreaded arrived. at the estate of the kita's, you were greeted by your fiancé's family, all of them present. you slowly start to feel overwhelmed as the tic-toc of the grandfather's clock pass. but grandma yumie's presence eased your mind a little. apparently, the sweet old lady is very fond of her grandson and assured you that he's respectful and kind while you were chatting with her.
somehow talking with her made you forget of your anxiety, you gave her a genuine smile as a thank you before excusing yourself to go outside for some fresh air and was allowed to freely roam around the garden. walking beside the pond under the bright clear sky brought peace to your mind. you were too lost in your thoughts, your foot slipped and you lost your balance.
your eyes shut as you expect for the impact but before you could fall, an arm has roped its way around your waist and a sturdy body keeping you from falling. with the flutter of your eyelids, the first thing you see is a man with golden eyes and a silver hair. you tighten your hold on him you felt your heart leap out of your chest whether its from the shock from slipping or the man holding you, you don't know.
the last thing you remember is when his mouth opens to ask you in concern before everything was a blur. after everything has settled down, you return inside and it turns out your fiancé is the same person who saved you from falling into the water.
shinsuke kita, is his name. you didn't expect him to be a general, his gentleness contrasted. he's graceful and polite in everyway. you start to see how he made the ladies sway. both of the families convinced you too know each other and gave you privacy. his golden eyes gazing at you, with his lips slightly upturned, his hand laid out infront of you as he offered if you would like to have a chat over some tea with him.
from that day, meetings after meetings he slowly managed to slide in through the ways of your heart. easing in like a knife slicing through butter. you feel inlove with his discipline and maturity, at first you were quiet intimidated. he looks reserved and commanding but his candor made you admire him. honest and open, a quality you rarely observe.
like a moth drawn to a flame, his presence draws you in with comfort. his words were sweet as honey, saccharine and addicting. you slowly find yourself thinking about shinsuke at anytime of the day. the words in every book you read fly through your head while you imagine him doing the same gestures the male leads do to romance their lovers.
you went on denial, afraid to face your feelings and brushed it off. but at the end it made you want him more, and like a venus flytrap trapping its prey, you found yourself trapped in love. so you keep your heart beating for him until you're ready.
until one day, you gained the confidence to admit your feelings. although you feel uncertain he promises to guide you and show his genuineness. within the silence of the room and the light shining through the window, both of your faces bloom into a smile.
its not too long until you announce to your families about the feelings you share and they were more than happy to support you. but alas, he still has duties to attend and your time together cut short as he prepares to leave.
tearfully, you watch him pack and leave taking your aching heart along with him. so he decided to leave his with you, a vow that he will return to you and live peacefully with you. a kiss to your hand and a swipe of his finger across your cheek then he leaves with a heavy heart.
that was years ago, here you are still patiently waiting for him to come home. everytime you receive news from him, you become uneasy until a sign from him tells you he's doing well. as you read further down the letter, a rush of euphoria soared through you as he said he's finally going to come home to you.
you immediately went out your room and to the living room where your mother and father are lounging. happily announcing them that you will finally see shinsuke again. they're greatful and excited to greet the man their daughter is waiting for.
not long after the letter was sent, another one arrived. your spirit was dejected as the news of shinsuke getting injured will delay his return. no matter what, you will still wait for him and pray for his recovery.
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time seems to be moving slow for kita shinsuke, longing filling the crevices of his soul. you're most likely worried sick, as he stares at the ceiling of the tent, he thought about you in every moment even in the fields. a mere thought about dying in war and leaving you behind brings great pain to him.
shinsuke gingerly moves his body to sit up. he's been laying at bed for too long and the nurse had said he's still recovering from the fever he had acquired. at the bedside table, lies a book filled with his thoughts and notes, a painting of you pressed between its pages.
as soon as he recovers, shinsuke sends out a letter to announce he will come home. he prepares a couple of gifts and went on his way to return back home. the trip took days before he arrives at his home. he visits his family first and ask their help to carry out his plan to give you a surprise.
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you were sitting on a chair facing the balcony that overlooks the pathway to your house. you could see children and people pass by outside the gate. a book is on your hand but you're too distracted of the simple things going outside you ended up neglecting it.
a wistful sigh escapes your lips as you stand up and stretch your body while dragging your feet towards the balcony pillars. a breeze brushes against your skin when you step outside. there's an odd feeling within you, maybe you just miss shinsuke and he hasn't sent you any response for the past week.
so you thought you were hallucinating as you see a familiar form at the gate. could it be? you squint your eyes to try and focus on the figure of a man entering the property. your eyes widening and euphoria rushing through you. its him, silver hair and golden eyes, your one and only beloved. you ran away as fast as you can from the balcony till you reach the door of the living room, almost giving yourself a whiplash with how quick you were.
you open the door and see shinsuke beaming with a smile on his face and flowers on his hand. he looks so handsome, his sparkling eyes are on you and you could only do the same and focus on him. your excitement getting ahead of you as you immediately leap to wrap your arms around him while he catches you. you bury your head onto his chest a sense of familiarity surrounds you both.
tears of joy bubbling in your eyes, you raise your head up with a shaky smile. his calloused hands holds onto your face and presses a kiss on your temple. feeling him and seeing him in flesh brings you an immense amount of emotions.
'you're back' a breathless murmur on your lips and he could only smile at you.
'I'm home, at last darling.' he says as you let out a giggle to let out some tension.
you exchange a 'I miss you's' and a few more words before he goes down on his knee. a knot building up on your throat, when a ring suddenly makes its appearance.
'I wish to fulfill my promise to you, if you wish to do so my love.' a hopeful look on his handsome features, nothing else matters to him more than your acceptance.
you tear up once more until the knot on your throat loosens and you blurt out your answer.
'of course, I do.' your fiancé rises up from his kneeling and inserts the ring perfectly fitted on your finger. you seal the deal of being his with your lips locking with his in a joyous kiss.
a/n. AAAAAHHH Haven't written for a while it feels really weird but satisfying I apologize if this is a bit late, if you enjoy please let me know what you think of this to improve my writing! thank you so much for reading!!
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Heyo!! Can I request a Kuroo x male reader, where yn goes to give him a love letter one day, but he sees him with his new girlfriend??? And he’s like-sad and he tears up the note and he moves on??? But then one day kuroo asks to talk to him, and he confesses to reader, but since reader already moved on he doesn’t accept??? Angsty ending if you will 💔💔💔 thank you, Mr. Mizunetzu !!
Hi paola ily paola hee hee
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Kuroo x reader - you did once...
⚠️Warnings - Kuroo gets a gf, angst, not so much of a good ending?
Pronouns- male, he/him
You can find part two here!
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“(Y/n), can I talk to you real quick?”
(Y/n) looked up from adjusting his loose kneepad, and wiped a bead of sweat rolling off his face. He turned his head to his teammates still on their diving punishment, and looked back at Kuroo. They just lost to another school again, but he got his punishment done rather early. “Mm? Okay..?”
He rose to his feet, following Kuroo out the gym door. The walk to a secluded place far, far away from the main gym was silent and awkward, not to mention suspicious. If Kuroo wasn’t one of his good friends, he would’ve thought he was about to be kidnapped. Or murdered.
Eventually, they stopped where the fenced pathway met the grass. Kuroo stopped ominously, further proving (Y/n’s) ‘serial killer’ theory. He turned around, facing (Y/n), and leaned on the railing.
(Y/n) stiffly held his hands behind his back. “So...” he rocked on his heels, trying to seem as casual as possible. “...what did you...need...?”
He was met with no response. Kuroo, instead, gripped the railing tighter, his knuckles turning a pale white. His eyes were downcast and he was sweating like crazy. He looked like he’d seen a ghost.
(Y/n) stepped forward and crouched down, so he could see Kuroos face behind the mop that was his hair. He rested his palms on his knees, trying to decide what to say.
“...I...think your hair looks nice...today...”
If it’s one thing he hates, it’s awkward silence. Not to mention the suspense of waiting on someone to say someone possibly life changing. I mean, why else should he drag him out miles away from the gym during training camp?
“Uh-If we don’t hurry up, we’re gonna miss our next match-“
“I need to get something off my chest.”
(Y/n’s) throat closed up. It was simple. The secluded area, Kuroo flushed face, fiddling and chipping the rust off the railing. He didn’t know how he didn’t see it before. He’s been in this situation plenty of times, with girls he can’t even remember the face of. But oh how much he’d love to be in this situation a few months ago.
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‘Just do it. just do it. God, just do it. Worse comes to worse, he’s straight. It’s not like he’s the type of person to de-friend someone because they like them!’
(Y/n) gripped the white envelope behind his back harshly, crinkling it on the corners. It had a red, heart shaped sticker on the seal flap, with the words ‘To Tetsu’ written in dark pink across the back.
Both Karasuno and Nekoma were bidding their new friends goodbye, all scattered across the parking lot of Karasuno. (Y/n) paced around awkwardly, looking for Kuroo’s familiar mop of black, messy hair. He was nervous, to say the least. Very nervous.
“Ne, Kenma,” (Y/n) placed a sweaty palm on Kenmas handheld game, pushing it down lightly and forcing him to look up.
“Mm.”
“Have...have you seen Tetsurou? I need to give him something.”
Kenma hummed in acknowledgment, and nudged his head to the side. Sure enough, Kuroo was there, off in the distance and talking to someone he couldn’t make out. His back was facing towards them, and his hand was on his hip. (Y/n’s) heart pounded even more.
“Th..an..k...y-you...” (Y/n) gave a lopsided, very stressed out smile, and limped his way over to Kuroo. Kenmas eyes were drawn to the extremely obvious love-letter being wrinkled by (Y/n’s) sweaty hands. He pursed his lips.
He then looked up to the petite girl chatting with Kuroo. It wasn’t visible in (Y/n’s) line of sight, but it was to Kenma. He almost felt kind of bad.
(Y/n) stopped dead behind Kuroo, his eyes fixated on the ground as he ran through his memorized confession for the millionth time that day. He tapped on his shoulder, keeping the letter flush against his back with his other hand.
Kuroo turned around, and that was when his eyes landed on the brown-haired girl wearing an obviously oversized Nekoma jacket. From context of the scene, (Y/n) supposed it was Kuroo’s. He gripped the letter tighter.
The girl walked forward and extended her hand out. Her bubbly aura practically suffocated (Y/n). “Hi! You must be ‘(Y/n)’. Tetsu was just talking about you! You two are like—buddy buddies right?”
‘Tetsu.’ That was (Y/n’s) nickname for him. Only he got to call him ‘Tetsu’...and who gave her the right to call him by his first name?
(Y/n) glanced at Kuroo. Kuroo shoved his hands into his pocket and grinned. It wasn’t his usual shit-eater smirk, rather a genuine, lovesick dopey smile. A smile (Y/n’s) never seen before, not directed at him at least. It was a sight he wanted to burn into his mind, but at the same time, he wanted to slap that smile right off his face.
“(Y/n), this is Yumi-chan. She’s our new manager.”
Kuroo stepped behind Yumimite, and draped his arms around her dainty shoulders.
“She’s also my new girlfriend~”
“Oh-hush it, you!” Yumimite turned around and berated Kuroo with small punches, earning a playful chuckled from the Kuroo. (Y/n’s) grip on the wrinkled letter loosened.
“...ahaha! Congrats..! When...when did you two get together?” If (Y/n) was good at anything, he was good at pretending to be interested in something. Maybe he should’ve joined the drama club instead of the volleyball club.
“Mm. We got together just last week. She gave me a love letter.” Kuroo patted the girl on her head, ruffling her neat brown hair and making her blush red. It looked like it felt nice. He wondered how it would feel to have Kuroo’s undivided attention, to be pat on the head like a blushing schoolgirl. To be a small, pretty girl next to Kuroo, to have the ability to call him ‘his’. All his nervousness simmered away, replaced by a strange ache of numb.
“Well, that’s awesome dude! Honestly, I don’t know how you managed to snag a girlfriend before me...” (Y/n) slouched dramatically, quickly hooking the letter in the waistband of his volleyball shorts and tugging his shirt over it. “Especially such a cutie like her! I’m (L/n), by the way...”
Kuroo chuckled, slinging an arm around Yumimite. “Don’t go flirting with my girl now. You have plenty of girls practically throwing their panties at you.”
‘Yeah...but I’m gay, Tetsurou. For you no doubt! I-I love you-!’
(Y/n) almost wanted to yell that out. And he almost did. But he chose instead to keep silent and laugh in response.
(Y/n) bowed slightly. “Anyway, it was nice meeting you. I just wanted to say hi to Tets-uh, Kuroo...”
Kuroo tilted his head at the use of his last name, but brushed it off when Yumi hooked her arm in his. The couple bid their goodbyes, as they turned around and walked off. (Y/n) followed suite, turning around robotically and marching off.
Once he was a good enough distance away, he stopped behind a trash can and fished the letter out from his sweaty back.
He watched as the big pink words ‘To Tetsu’ bled and distort with every falling teardrop rolling down his cheeks. The water expanded and smudged the ink lighter and lighter until the words were practically indecipherable. You couldn’t tell it was a love letter anymore. Especially because (Y/n) ripped and trashed it up til it was a pile of pink and white paper shreds.
He tossed the stray flakes of soggy paper into the trash bin, watching as it fluttered and twirled tauntingly down the trash can. He quietly scrubbed at his red hot face, probably soaking his shirt with his salty tears. He rested his hands on the edges of the bin.
“Okay...” (Y/n) stretched up, spitting onto the concrete. “I...wonder...if my favorite ramen place is open...”
Strangely he didn’t feel devastated, or heartbroken at all. He just felt sort of numb. He didn’t feel the need to blast heartbreak music and cry out on his bed for hours on end. In fact, he was glad. Albeit a bit raw, and maybe a bit tired, but glad.
He got closure for the confusing feelings bubbling down his throat ever since he’d met Kuroo Tetsurou. He got his answer, and even if it wasn’t the preferred one, it was something.
The recovery process was easier than most people would think. It only took a couple long days to get him back to his prime condition. It was a given, since (Y/n) had so much other things to be worrying about. Midterms, volleyball practice, his friends. It’s a given that he would move on the things that was no longer on his priority list.
And Kuroo Tetsurou was no exception.
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It was kind of pathetic to see such a high strung man like Kuroo so shaky and nervous. Though, he felt the same way three months ago, spending the whole golden week perfecting a letter he never got to read. What a hypocrite he was.
(Y/n) cleared his throat. “So...what did you wanna say?”
“I-just,” Kuroo swallowed thickly. “Ah-I...give me a second...”
“Okay, take you time, Kuroo~” he stood back up to his full height, and leaned on the rail across from him. It was obvious they weren’t gonna get anywhere. “So...hows ‘Yumi-chan’ doing?”
“Ah. We broke up. She’s gay. She has a girlfriend now.”
“Aw, I’m sorry. Though, good for her for snagging a girlfriend. No offense.” Kuroo mumbled out a ‘none taken.’ (Y/n) continued.
“Was that what you wanted to talk about? Her breaking up with you?”
“No! Actually, I broke up with her first. And it was...it was kinda mutual.” Kuroo sharply inhaled. “But it does have something to do with what I need to tell you.”
How could he be more obvious. (Y/n) forced a smile. It felt mandatory now. “Really? That’s interesting. Do tell.”
‘Please...Please don’t say it.’
“I broke up with her...because I had these...feelings.”
‘Please don’t say it. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to see it. I don’t want to read it. I don’t want to know it.’
“And you know how she’s gay? Well, I think I am too.”
‘No shit Sherlock. I don’t wanna hear it. You’ve been fiddling around with your hands like a schoolgirl. Stop it, so we can just be friends like we used to be. Don’t make it awkward. Don’t make me hear it. Please.’
“And...well...”
‘Don’t make me look at your crestfallen face when I say no. It’s too much for even me to handle. I don’t want to see that.’
(Y/n) knitted his eyes shut. A fierce shudder threatened to rattle him and cover Kuroo’s mouth, but he kept still, as difficult as it was. He braced for impact.
“I think I’m in love with you.”
There it was.
(Y/n) pursed his lips and let his smile finally drop. Kuroo looked up from his trained gaze on the ground, only to be met with (Y/n’s) pitiful expression. (Y/n) never saw his face go from hopeful and love struck to devastated and heartbroken so fast.
(Y/n) cleared his throat. He was going to lay him down gently if it was the last thing he did. “...uh.”
He never said it’d be easy, though.
“If it makes you feel better...I did like you once, Tetsurou.” He only used his full first name during important situations, as he switched to using his last name instead of his first a long time ago. A lump grew in Kuroo’s throat.
Kuroo jabbed at his chest exasperatedly. “T-then what’s the problem?! We both-“
“The problem is I don’t love you. Not anymore.” Kuroo fell silent. He was so prepared to do anything it took to win over (Y/n), but after standing in front of him now, it was clear. Watching as he looked down at him with a pitying expression that made his brain go numb. He would get no where if he tried.
“...a-anymore? You liked me before? When!? Why didn’t I know?!” Kuroo grasped fistfuls of his black hair, a cold sweat condensing on his forehead. He was so animatedly desperate it was kind of sad.
“Not too long ago. Though, you kept me waiting since forever. And I thought I could wait forever.” A sorry chuckle emitted from (Y/n’s) lips. “I watched you go though girlfriend after girlfriend, Tetsurou. You even introduced me to Yumimite when I was going to confess to you. How do you think that felt? Even I got tired of waiting.”
“You...you were...” Kuroo had never felt so helpless. (Y/n) shrugged.
“I would give you the love letter I wrote for you that day, but it’s in a trash can somewhere. Ripped to shreds. And I don’t remember the words I wrote. I’m sorry, Tetsurou.” (Y/n) sighed and patted Kuroo on the head.
“You missed your chance...”
Kuroo’s eyes stung, threatening to unleash hell, but he promised himself he wouldn’t cry. No matter what. Instead, he rubbed the back of his neck and stood back up.
“I never stood a chance, did i?” Kuroo chuckled. It was a sad chuckle, one that made (Y/n) want to cry aswell.
“That’s the sad part.” (Y/n) pressed his lips into a fine line, turning it into a smile conotated with pity.
“You did once.”
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Go sit there and stare at the wall in silence as you feel bad for Kuroo getting rejected by you. Go on, stare. Maybe then I’ll consider a part 2 (and if people comment or reblog asking for a part 2, hee hee.)
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Summary: just Grandma Yumie being the greatest wingwoman there ever was
Pairing: Kita Shinsuke x fem!reader
Word count: 1.08k
Genre: fluff, the usual
You sigh at the screen before you, having been sat at the patio of your favorite café for almost two hours now. Starting your work at seven in the morning, you brought yourself outside a few hours later hoping that a new environment would stimulate motivation to finish your work due in the next couple of days. The fresh breeze is nice and the ambient noise of life ever so lulling, but anything is far more interesting than the assignments in front of you.
Such as the grandma before you scuttling stiffly to fix an imbalanced table tilting back and forth with just the smallest bit of pressure.
“Grandma, do you want to sit here?” You call, standing up with the intention of helping the older woman out. “My table is stable. I don’t mind moving.”
“Oh no,” She smiles through huffs until she successfully places a napkin underneath the shorter leg. She gives the table a small push, a satisfied grin upon her face when it obediently stays put. “I’ve got it.”
At that, you can’t help but smile at the woman whose age is probably older than she looks as you sit back down. Even through her rigid movements, it is obvious she is self sufficient, even if stubbornly so.
Staring back at the screen before you, your fingers hover above the keyboard having lost your sense of thought due to your distraction.
“Thank you for offering.” The older lady calls to you again. You look up to find her, a vision of mirth through closed lids. “That was very kind of you.”
A warm expression, “Of course!”
“I may be an old woman, but I still can do things on my own.” There’s fondness in your chest as she continues the conversation with you. Her words may be strung together slowly, but you’re astounded by the way she creates human connection so easily. Where people your age are consumed by their own selfish needs, protected in a bubble they’ve surrounded themselves in, this stranger easily concocts conversation like she’s known you for so many years. You think the candidness is nice for once.
Grandma takes a sip of her water before continuing. “My grandson has been awfully protective over me lately. He won’t let me do anything.”
You laugh at the way her face scrunches at the last sentence as though her grandson has been the bane of her existence. “My legs were feeling a little tense so I went for a walk the other day. Just a small one to the farmer’s market nearby.”
Now you’re absolutely entranced by the seemingly frivolous story, mindlessly picking at the egg sandwich you ordered hours ago.
“I went and looked around. I found some cabbage that looked nice. And then I stopped at a stall selling okonomiyaki. It smelled so good I had to try some.”
You’re nodding your head, fascinated by the woman’s mundane retelling. The little snippet into her lifestyle reminds you of how large the world is and small at the same time. Though you’ve never met her, and though she is years older than you, you relate to the need of hers to stop at a stall filled with the smell of savory foods.
“Then I get a phone call from my Shin-chan,” Frown lines appear when she says the name with a shake of the head, though you can tell she’s also slightly amused at the thought. “He was not yelling at me, but I could tell he was frustrated. He was asking me where I was. He told me it was ten in the morning and that I needed to get home before it got too hot! He thinks I can’t do anything on my own!”
Grandma is shaking her head furiously, but you’re amused all the same.
“I’m the same way Grandma!” You laugh with a piece of bread on your mouth. “I’m just like that with my mom myself.”
Grandma just shakes her head, indignant. “We’re independent.”
Yes, stubbornly so, you agree in your head before saying, “Of course, Grandma, but it comes from a good place. We just care about you is all.”
Grandma raises a withered hand, the most certain movement of hers you’ve seen yet. “Yes, yes, I know.”
The door of the cafe opens and a broad male figure obscures your view of the older woman as he sets a plate in front of her.
“Sorry, Grandma,” You hear him say, a soft, tender tone escaping him. “They didn’t have any fruit tarts so I hope strawberry shortcake is okay.”
“Oh yes. I was just talking to this nice lady, Shin-chan.”
Said Shin-chan turns around and then gives you an apologetic look. Suddenly, you’re feeling nervous at the sight of the subject of your conversation of the last couple minutes, surprised by the fact that he is more handsome than you imagined.
“Thank you for keeping her company,” He says. You find yourself at a lack of words, gulping and nodding at the same time.
“Ah, Shin-chan,” Grandma’s voice is playfully irritated, “Move to the side. I want to keep talking to the pretty lady.”
It’s then that heat permeates your cheeks, awkwardly letting out a nervous giggle that makes the grandson give his grandmother a quiet, scolding look.
“Grandma,” he starts, but takes the seat next to her anyways to get out of her view, “She’s probably busy. Let’s not bother her.”
“Oh no!” You interject happily, “Your grandma’s actually really interesting. I was having a good time.”
You’re being honest and it’s not because you’re looking for a distraction, or because her grandson is kind of hot. Okay, admittedly, his handsome features were some sort of factor in wanting to continue the exchange.
There’s a mischievous glint in his grandmother’s eyes. She clasps her hands together and the smile across her face tilts lopsidedly into a smirk. “Oh? Would you like to go with me to the farmer’s market then?”
Her head tilts to her grandson, “Since my Shin-chan won’t let me go alone?”
“Uh,” You laugh nervously, eyes flitting between the pair, appraising both reactions. The older woman looks satisfied while the other provides an amused look that is very similar to his relative’s.
“If you go,” He starts, “I guess I will come along too.”
Your heart beats quickly, but your hand is already finding itself closing your laptop. Yes, anything is far more interesting than your assignment. Especially if it’s the handsome, golden eyed boy and his good naturedly stubborn grandma before you.
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