#(comeback era)

[jungwonderz]

how you get the man of your dreams - l.hs

synopsis - yn finally lands a job at a good paying company , duolingo. her task is to think of ways to get more publicity / bring attention to said company. what better way than to publicly show her love for an idol? maybe this is her chance for him to finally recognize her, while giving attention to the company.

pairing - heeseung x fem!reader

warnings - cursing , kms/kys jokes , mentions of food , bullying , hurtful words (later on) , no set face claim - pictures are for visuals

started - 11/01/23

ended - N/A

taglist - open !! bold cannot be tagged @hoonvrs @seongclb @kjrcrz @fakeuwus @jeongintwt @luvistqrzzz @ghostiiess @l0ve-joy @k1ttylvr @manooffline @ramenoil @thisisnotjacinta @sungookie @marybboooooooo @teddywonss @oldjws @jihanlovic @nyxvrse @neocockthotology @riziwon @j-wyoung @httpsneptvnn @heavenhannie @wonsays @heelovesmeknot @thesassy-mia @pluviophilefangirl @neoculturewhat @fluerz @trashx678 @ineedsomezzz @positivelyinlovewithjungwon @i-hwa @ahnneyong @toeslicker @silverfond @renaishun @mrowwww @junsflow @itsactuallylina @nishimurasgirl @heerinnie @enhalovie @222brainrot @rikisly @mochamvgz @filmofhybe @enharts @ashiitex @moaqong @angrybananapolice @jaylans-stuff @tytrackfebreze @heestrawberries

a/n - hi guys🤍 yes a new smau even tho secret idol has been ignored for the last 3 months..😂 ANYWAYS this smau will not be serious and it’s just a fun little joke !! feel free to give ideas / tips💕

PROFILES

chaconne deez nuts , duolingo slaves

CHAPTERS

0.) the text

1.) finally employed

2.) felt cute might delete later (written)

3.) i’m just a girl

4.) scammed💔

5.) …

[miyamizuna]

There will come a time

ft. kageyama tobio w.c: 939 genre: angst warnings: metaphorical stabbing. (no actual violence) heavily inspired by gojo and geto’s kfc live tv breakup.

There will come a time when you're on top of the world, looking down upon everyone you once knew. Where you will hold your head up high fighting your battles with everyone cheering your side.

Ever since we were young you aimed to be a star. It's always been that way. You, me, Miwa, and your grandfather. The four of us playing volleyball in your backyard. You always had a talent, that wasn't an unknown fact.

Tell me, Kageyama Tobio. Is the view nice up there?

Today I went to see your game. The Lights shining down on the court, but you stood out like a star in the night sky. As the ball touches your hands you set it up to your teammates ever so gracefully. It’s funny to see you so composed. You’re usually hot headed and a socially awkward. It’s almost like you’re a totally different person when you’re on the court.

Toss after toss, point after point, every win, every loss. That’s the world you live in; a life of a professional. How could I ever dream of walking that stage with you?

After the ball touched the wooden floors one final time to confirm your victory, you go celebrate with your team, all cheerful and faces full of smiles. Your smile was the brightest, even if you aren’t the best at it.

As people were shuffling out of the stadium I walk away, just like every time before. Every single damn time, I walk away. I see you happy and I walk away. Who am I to ruin the joy in your face? I ran away so I-

“Y/n…”

Then, all I see is you.

Why did I leave you?

It was a spring day, just as we were finishing our last year of high school together, us on a bench, just like two peas in a pod. You were drinking your milk and I was spacing off into the sky. I had tried to comprehend a way to tell you what was going to happen in the near future. That it wasn’t going to be the two of us anymore, like it had been the years prior.

“Hey, Y/n-“

“I’m leaving for america!”

Just like that, I let it slip. You sat there staring at me.

“Are you for real..?” You meekly reply back to my statement. That’s when it hit me. That’s when the severity of our situation hit me! With my now averted eyes, I took a long pause.

“It’s true.”

What right do I have to come and see you? Five years later I just come back strolling in to watch your game? Five years later I can just exist back in your life? How selfish am I..?

I turn around to escape your presence, to get lost amongst the sea of people, but do the stars shine ever so bright.

You grab a hold of my wrist with that firm grip, securing me in place; and just like that, we’re at a stand still.

Hasn’t this happened before?

I get up to go leave the bench under the canopy of trees, after breaking to you the news. It felt like an eternity of silence had passed by us with how silent you were being. So that’s when I decided to leave. All of a sudden, that’s when it happened. With one fellow swoop. You stood up and grabbed my wrist with a firm grip.

“Don’t go.” Your tone was directed and demanding, clearly stating what you want.

“Tobi-“

“No.”

All of a sudden, I’m pulled into an embrace by you; your body language begging me not to go. You held me close to you, as you cracked your tough outer shell to reveal a sob.

Kageyama Tobio, you’ve lost your grandfather, your teammates, your one chance to be like your grandfather, and now… me.

Kageyama Tobio has really lost it all.

“Y/n… Where have you been..?” You tell me as you hug me in front of hundreds of your fans. With my back now against your chest, I’m sure the media will have a field day with this one.

“Kageyama-“

“It’s Tobio.”

You’re as stern as always

“Well… Tobio. Please let me go.”

That’s not what I want.

“y/n-“

This isn’t what you want either. Is it?

“It’s better that we don’t see each other. I think it’s opening up old wounds”

With a long pause between of silence, you finally spoke up pushing me away alongside it.

“You can’t just walk back into my life and walk back out of it you know! How is that fair to me? Tell me y/n why do you get the call all the shots what about me?!?”

I knew it would come down to this. I knew you would yell at me. It’s no surprise that you would yell at me. So why do your words stab me like a sharp knife? Better yet, why don’t I have the heart to argue back?

“Fine then Tobio, I’ll be out of your way.”

My words come out calm as if I’m unphased by the situation. Then as if I’m truly heartless, I walk away without letting you speak. Truly though, I know deep down inside how I’m feeling. Walking away from the first time was hard enough, but this time? Why is this time even harder than the last..? The situation was the same. It ended in us fighting. You becoming short-tempered, and me walking away. The situation is one and the same, no matter how many times it plays out.

I guess, I can only hope. If only one day in the far distant future. This can end in I love you.

Unfortunately, there will come a time when it’s time to say goodbye and let go of our endearing fleeting memories.

FIRST POST ON MY WRITING COME BACK WOOO!!!

Thanks for reading! I hope u enjoyed :3

[domiforpresident]

Soooo….is anybody home 🤕⁉️

[k-films]

[notabadday]

What if Karen and Graham could find a way back to each other? 20 years on, maybe there are still stories left to tell… (M rated)

So, I ended up on a Daisy Jones binge while I was ill and it led me to this! I really felt invested in Karen and Graham, so I had this idea to revisit them to try and heal my sad little heart. The whole gang features but it’s centred on those two post-documentary. If you love them too, I hope you enjoy reading! 

[nanthegirl]

Day 10• 50 Days of Productivity

Mmmmmm. Today was so tastyyyy.

I woke up at like 5am to open my window cause it was hot and I ended up getting that amazing picture. My lab today went so well too. Making the pacemaker was so fun even though soldering scared me cause it was too hot lmao.

I got at least 3 hours of studying done and I had my leftover chicken masala. I also worked on my art. What a time to be aliveeee.

I’ve been having consistent headaches that force my take naps and it’s been happening for a over a week now. I had to stop my workouts cause I think they were making it worse so I got frustrated and bought monster energy drinks lol. And it actually helped. I know that doesn’t actually solve the problem but energy drinks make my mind so quiet and easy for me to study. So until I feel like my life is in danger I’ll just use those to push through and study.

9/10 cause I actually feel thoroughly productive.

[xwomanstorm]

I took over a year and cut you bitches some slack

Tell a friend to tell a friend

SHE’S BAAAAAAAAAAAACK

[kensatou]

j… jesus oppa ;____;

[stayalix]

he's so cute lol

WE LOVE Y'ALL

[steviescrystals]

hi hello i’ve been inactive for a hot minute but i’ve missed you my tumblrinas!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[atzupdates]

[240826] ATEEZ JAPAN 4TH SINGLE 「Birthday」 Concept Photo B SINGLE RELEASE 2024.10.02

[hooned]

handsome eyebrow man

[sunlit-mess]

He did it first 🔥 | Twt

[atlantis-area]

SHINee - The Feeling (2023) 1st anniversary

[no1boa]

sana ✽

kura kura

[headphonegrl]

“Do you feel old?” You ask Jude, your voice hoarse from performing multiple songs back to back on the garish karaoke machine his mum had rented out for the occasion. There are now at least a dozen badly shot videos of you singing in Jude’s camera roll, including a rendition of ‘happy birthday’ sung by you and his brother where half his index finger is covering the lens. 

“What’d you mean?” After hours of displaying nothing but rash energy, Jude finally feels himself getting sluggish while trying to endure the unbearable gnawing feeling of pins and needles rising up his legs; a big plush sofa sits untouched on the other side of the living room but you’ve both decided to drunkenly cram yourselves onto the armchair in a mess of tangled limbs. 

“Just a silly question.” As you flutter your eyes shut, Jude tries to get a proper look at the glitter eyeshadow you had meticulously applied earlier that evening. In the wake of a large round of tequila shots, some of his friends had insisted on having their own ‘sparkle stuff’ and began queuing at the bathroom door like kids waiting to get their face painted like a tiger at the zoo. “Do you feel any older yet?”

“I’m not sure.” It’s the kind of question he’d once been asked in the primary school playground, with a blue birthday badge pinned proudly onto the fabric of his uniform. Back then it seemed very easy and obvious to answer plainly with a ‘no’, though now he’s finding himself stumped for a reply entirely. “Do you ever feel like that?”

“I think the last age I felt was seventeen.” You say definitively as if you've thought about it at great length before. Jude hadn’t known you at that age, but his home screen for almost a year was a photo your mum had shown him of you pulling a horrific face while blowing out the candles of your seventeenth birthday cake. 

“That’s probably the same for me.” Embarrassingly, Jude had once referred to himself as a ‘seventeen-year-old’ during a frenzied post-match interview and then had to sheepishly correct himself by clarifying that he had just turned nineteen. Sometimes he feels like the years are slipping through his fingers like sand and there’s no sufficient way to stop them.

“Then before that it was twelve.” You continue as you do a little cat-like stretch with your free arm which Jude finds incredibly endearing along with everything else you do; he supposes it’s a very common side-effect when it comes to being in love.

“I found being twelve proper boring.”  It was something he remembers expressing even at that age. Just as if he had been dropped off somewhere by his childhood and was painstakingly waiting for his teenage years to finally pick him up and take him somewhere exciting. “It’s such an in-between age.”

“That’s true.” The sky in the open window behind you is that awkward shade of grey that appears just before sunrise, like a page when a printer begins to suddenly run out of ink.

“I wish we’d known each other as kids.” Jude feels as though he goes through life with your name humming inside his chest like a second heart and yet this sentence seems so intimate that he can’t even look at you as speaks. Instead, he takes extra care and attention towards staring at the ceiling and inspecting all the sparse helium balloons that have floated up towards it.

“So do I.” Your words come out as a dozy whisper and Jude finds himself smiling up at a star-shaped foil balloon. He’s not twelve or seventeen, but he’s just turned twenty and loves you so much that he doesn’t even care that both of his legs have gone completely numb from sitting with you on this unbearably uncomfortable armchair.