#been sick and only eating rice 🥺

[inugui]

want sushi :( want this sushi 🍣 want aburi salmon :((((((((( yearning

[kyuusberry]

behind — red velvet 6th member

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝘂𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲, 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁, 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻, 𝗲𝗻𝘃𝘆

𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆: 𝗻/𝗮

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟴𝟴𝟵

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: 𝗶𝗻 𝗰𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗯𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗰’𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲?? 𝗶’𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝗶𝗳 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗱! 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗼𝘂𝘁!! :𝗗

© 𝗸𝘆𝘂𝘂𝘀𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰. 𝗻𝗼 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝘀. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴.

“joohyun unnie, isn’t this great?” you smiled, linking arms with irene. irene hummed in response, tightly holding onto you. “it is, yn. but where are the others?” irene sighed, only to let go of you and scream when she was surprised by yeri.

“kim yerim!” yeri smiled, feigning innocence as she tried to convince irene that it wasn’t her. obviously the camera caught it all, showing fans that everyone’s relationship was close.

it wasn’t all true, but you had to put on an act to convince fans. that you were the innocent choi yn. that you were perfect no matter what. the spotlight was always on you no matter what.

you were an idol after all. but things weren’t always fair.

“you need to lose weight. you’re getting fat.” your manager scolded you, your ears ringing. your manager’s voice sounded distant, distorted even. “did you even listen to me, yn?” your manager scoffed.

“from now onwards, till you lose 5k, you’re only allowed to eat rice. do you understand?” you winced at your manager’s tone, “yes, i understand.” you bowed towards him before heading out of the practice room.

you felt sick to your stomach, the days of not resting catching up to you. but you had to force yourself to be okay, for your fans. it was always for the fans. you just shook it off, heading towards the your van.

once you got into the van, you immediately went on your phone, scrolling through the infinite amount of comments of your recent instagram post.

“she’s so ugly 🤮🤮”

“my queen!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻”

“if yn has a million fans i’m one of them, if yn has 10 fans i’m one of them, if yn has 1 fan i’m that person, if yn has no fans then i’m dead, and if yn has the world against her, then i’m against the world”

“kys ㅋㅋㅋㅋ no one likes you!!!”

“so prettyy!!! my baby, yn 🥺🥺”

“yn one chance please!!! 🙏”

“all visuals and no talent ㅋㅋ”

“waste of space”

you always got about the same amount of hate and normal comments. but for some reason you just couldn’t stop focusing on the bad. it always affected you, but you had to hide it.

sometimes you even wondered why you became an idol, why you became a trainee in the first place. it’s almost been 10 years since your debut and you’ve always felt like you’ve been falling behind all of your members. that you weren’t good enough to be a member of red velvet.

so you constantly overworked yourself to the extent of passing out. but still, you weren’t good enough. you weren’t a good dancer unlike seulgi, or an amazing vocalist like wendy. not even an okay rapper.

constantly feeling like you were overlooked by your members. even if everyone was just talking. the constant jealousy you felt towards your members was overwhelming. you never felt like you could even be on their level. not once in all of the years you’ve been together.

“you alright, yn?” seulgi asked, moving a strand of hair out of your face. you forced a smile, the churning in your stomach making you wanna throw up. “i’m okay, unnie. don’t worry about me.” you gritted your teeth, forcing a small smile.

“whatever you say, yn.” seulgi rubbed your thigh, which was awfully comforting. “hey. unnie.. if i died, would you miss me?” seulgi was a bit confused by the question, but she answered anyways. “i would, yn. we’ve been together for over 10 years and it just wouldn’t feel right if one if our members were missing.” she smiled, your heart starting to ache.

suddenly your manager came up to the two of you, telling you two that it was your turn to get interviewed for the behind video. you nodded, sitting closer to seulgi for the act.

after filming you felt drained, your legs dragging against the concrete as you walked to unlock your apartment door. you just couldn’t take it anymore, the constant pain you felt in your chest. the overwhelming feeling of envy. you just wanted to disappear, to be able to lift the burden of holding your members back. we’re

cake girlies 💗

goodnight everyone, i love you.

no one replied, so you assumed that they were busy or sleeping. you held the rope in your hand, eyes teary.

person i love and adore ♾️

i love you mom, sorry i can't visit you often anymore.

you sent the same thing to your dad. it was late so you didn't expect any answers. you were glad no one responded, so you didn't have to keep up this façade any longer.

you set your phone down and closed your eyes, letting out a shaky breath. then everything just went black.

you and everyone else was laughing, irene almost falling out of her chair in the process. "joohyun unnie!" your eyes were teary from laughing too hard, accidentally hitting joy while teasing irene.

"yah! yn!" joy scolded you, "don't hit your elders!" you playfully rolled your eyes, "you're only a few weeks older than me!"

tears fell on the screen, irene holding the stuffed bunny you gave her for secret santa. "i'm sorry, yn. for not noticing earlier. i'm sorry that i was a bad leader. i just wish you would've told me earlier instead of keeping it in."

[wintergojo]

in sickness and in health (husband!gojo x gn!reader)

Synopsis: You care for the strongest when he’s sick.

Tags: fluff, slice of life, married couple (reader is referred to as ‘spouse’), mentions of illness, gojo acting like a child, he has the flu and wants reader’s attention 🥺

Word count: 1.8k

navi

Note: Thank you to everyone who liked and reblogged my last fic!! I’m really happy, ily you all <33 This idea has been floating in my mind for months now, and I finally had the will to write it UwU

1:17 pm and you’re tired and hungry from all the waiting you’ve been doing for gojo to come down. he was already awake when you called for him to eat lunch because the both of you will be going out in a while, considering it's a sunday, but it had been 29 minutes since. you decide to give him one more minute, being the considerate spouse that you are, knowing he’s probably tired from all the stuff he had to deal with within the week starting from gakuganji, itadori, as well as training of the first years and second years.

1:18 pm and you walk inside the room, seeing a six-foot smurf visibly shivering despite being wrapped in a cocoon of blankets (definitely not how he looked like 30 minutes ago). you hurriedly search for the air conditioner’s remote, turning it off. you tiptoe on your way to his side, extremely careful not to wake him up, but fail to see one of the pillows on the floor so you trip on it and fall flat on your face, earning a hoarse snicker from the man in the bed above you. you glare at him, he grins and blows you a kiss.

1:42 pm and you’re sitting on the edge of gojo’s side of the bed, waiting for the beep of the thermometer. you've already spoon-fed him a freshly made okayu—courtesy of him insisting he won’t eat anything and would die with a heart full of grief if you did not feed him—and made him take paracetamol. you’ve also made him wear a surgical mask, i'm not risking getting your virus, you firmly said while putting his mask on him, and he responded with an exaggerated gasp accompanied by a real cough as he dramatically clutched his chest, so mean, honey, do you not want to share my germs anymore?

2:03 pm and you’re back in the room after washing the dishes, only to see gojo in the middle of slowly putting a pair of jeans on. what are you doing? you ask, swiftly moving to stand in front of him and touch his forehead, you’re still hot. though you can’t see his lower face, you know he’s smirking when he responds with a croaky voice, i know i'm hot, babe, it's why you can’t keep your hands off me. he grabs your hand on his forehead, and i'm getting dressed for our date. we’ll be leaving in a while, right? he then leans in, kissing your cheek behind his mask. you firmly shake your head, pushing him back on the bed and tucking him under the sheets. your health is far more important than that, just rest for now. he whines—unsurprisingly—before pouting and dejectedly muttering about how a little flu won’t kill me, you know and that maybe you’re just using his sickness as an excuse to not spend more time with him. you scoff and stick your tongue out at him, finding his sulky nature adorable.

4:33 pm and you feel a warm hand snake around your waist and an equally warm face nuzzle into the crook of your neck. you’re currently standing in the kitchen, preparing your husband’s zosui. the leftover rice porridge you made earlier now sits forgotten on your dinner table because gojo thinks it’s not sweet enough, baby. to which you answered, it’s not supposed to be sweet at all, you manchild. you turn to scold said manchild, but was met with a white blanket floating into the air, no signs of the sorcerer left in the kitchen. you walk around trying to find the sick menace, suddenly feeling a tinge of cursed energy. satoru! you call, entering the living room and seeing your husband snickering while standing behind the couch. you're about to catch him, but he disappears yet again, a playful catch mee~ reverberating throughout the room.

5:05 pm and you’ve already searched through every nook and cranny of the four-walled penthouse you live in. it’s been half an hour since your menace of a husband decided to play hide and seek sorcerer edition with you and frankly speaking, you're getting annoyed (and worried) that he still has this much energy despite having an illness that kills 3,000 people in japan yearly. you've lost count of how many times you've almost caught gojo only for him to teleport, but not without obnoxiously laughing followed by a what's wrong, baby? seems like i'm still a looot stealthier than you~ or a you can't find me with that half-assed will, babe!~ you're barely hanging on your last thread of patience, ready to snap and use your technique to turn his house into shambles.

5:17 pm and you're sitting on the couch in the living room, arms folded and frowning so hard your eyebrows could be mistaken as a unibrow. boo!! you suddenly hear someone say, accompanied by a sudden hand on your shoulders. you jump, but quickly compose yourself so the snow-haired man-child could see that you're not having fun with the little game he's playing. you hear him ask from behind you with a teasing tone why you stopped searching but you don't respond, only huffing and turning your head away. you hear his footsteps, and suddenly he's standing right in front of you with the blanket draped over his shoulders and his forehead glistening with sweat. he's also panting heavily behind his mask, something you didn't hear before, and you can see him slightly shivering despite the air conditioner turned off.

5:19 pm and you quickly stand, panicking, one hand reaching for gojo's forehead to feel his body heat. your worry worsens when you feel him burning up, so you remove the mask off him, finding it funny (and a little heartbreaking) at how he really obeyed your earlier command to never take it off unless you ask him to, even though now he's visibly struggling to breathe. you feel him lean into the touch and close his eyes, releasing a soft exhale upon feeling your skin. you make him lie on the couch, quietly nagging at him while wrapping the sheet on his body. he just looks at you and smiles, gorgeous ocean orbs shooting out love bullets and hands reaching out to stop you from leaving. you tell him you're just gonna get him a new pair of clothes and blankets, as well as some stuff you need to bathe him. he briefly presses his lips to your hand before letting go, closing his eyes to try and even his breathing.

6:48 pm and you're carding your hand through gojo's snowy locks, his head on your lap, chest rising and falling steadily. you've finished wiping his whole body with a lukewarm water and a washcloth, as well as dressing him up with sweatpants and sweater. he's been asleep on the couch for an hour now and you let him, not wanting to have him spend energy on going upstairs to your shared bedroom. his fever still hasn't gone down, so you made sure he's wrapped nicely like a burrito in the new blanket you got (the other has been damp with sweat). your husband is also wearing a mask again, after insisting that he can't have his beloved beloved spouse get sick and suffer like he currently is (you think he's being a tad dramatic, but you'll take it. thinking back that aside from the stress-inducing game he forced you to play earlier, he had been obedient most of the time and took your every word to his heart). the zosui you were cooking earlier just sits on the stove, and as you give your husband a kiss on his forehead, you decide to just heat it up later for dinner.

8:51 pm and you're sitting on your side of the bed while your husband's lying on your lap once again, still wrapped in a blanket and body positioned like a fetus. it's actually really hot with the air conditioner off, and you wonder how gojo caught a flu in the middle of summer. he hasn't woken up since you spoon fed him dinner (again) probably due to the tremendous amount of energy he used to move and teleport himself around the apartment. you're tired too, feeling like you just took care of a flu-laden hyperactive 4-year old. you look at him again, now face free of the mask, and you feel your heart skip a beat on how handsome he still is. you hold his cheek with your right hand, leaning down closer to his face. you were such a big baby today, you himbo, you fondly say, smiling and pecking his nose. but you're my big baby, you giggle softly, pressing a loving kiss on his lips. i love you so much, satoru, you whisper, get well soon, leaning to kiss him once more before lightly biting his bottom lip.

omake

9:06 am and it's already monday. you're in front of your husband's students (the first and second years minus itadori), explaining to them why their teacher can't oversee their training so you're taking his place instead. gojo-sensei has the flu, you say, earning you a confused noise (and some scoff, you think you heard maki’s the loudest). you already had a feeling they won't believe you easily, so you whip your phone up to show them a photo of you holding a peace sign with your husband in the background sleeping with a kool fever slapped on his forehead.

5:26 pm and you’re peppering gojo’s face with kisses, showering him with love after not seeing him for nine hours. your husband just holds a loving smile on his lips, obviously enjoying how you’re spoiling him. he felt and heard your little kisses and get well soon last night when you thought he was asleep, and that had been his fuel all this time to try his best not to die. he's getting worried though, his fever and cold has gone down and he doesn’t feel as fatigued as he was yesterday, but he can see your eyes getting runny and you’ve been kinda sniffing since you got home.

10:34 am the next day and gojo finally tells the first and second years to take a break. they all plop down on the field, and he takes a mental note to strengthen their stamina more. nobara then calls out to him and asks him why you’re not in the campus, a curious look on her face. gojo grins before taking his phone out of his pocket, showing them a selfie he took earlier with his face squished next to yours—who’s sleeping with flushed cheeks and a kool fever on forehead. panda snickers, you guys really can’t keep your hands off each other, huh, earning an ugh from the rest of the students (save for toge who cheerfully says shake!).

Ps. Happy birthday megumi 😚😚

Thank you for reading! 🤍 Feedbacks and reblogs are highly appreciated <33

[iu-jjang]

[FANCAFE] 220911 From.IU - Uaenas look over here

Uaena-ya, hello!

Are you having a good time during Chuseok (Mid-autumn Festival)? Did you eat a lot of yummy food too?

Did you receive a lot of pocket money (or gave a lot)? hehe

I’m curious how uaenas are doing during this holiday period.

I went back to my parents’ place, ate yummy food, gave and received pocket money and had a very Chuseok-ish day. 😌

During these few months preparing for the concert, time flew by so fast that I had motion sickness, but now that there’s only a week left, time seems to pass so slowly that I feel bored. Other than when I’m rehearsing, there’s nothing to do but to think about things, so every minute and every second, I would be feeling small and then large, everyday I was battling with my inner feelings which were all over the place.

I think my confidence level varied even from minute to minute. I wondered how my diary entry in the day could be so different from my diary entry at dawn.. and whether these were really written by the same person.. the dramatic contrast was surprising. keke

So these feelings of anticipation and worry made it hard for me to sleep well at night (I really had all kinds of nightmares. There was the dream that I appeared on stage, but only 10 rows of the audience were present, or the dream that our hard drive went missing and I quarreled with our engineer oppa, or the dream that at the climax of the concert, fireworks went off, but they were the size of birthday cake sparklers and so on.. 😇) Perhaps it’s because I’m nervous, I don’t have much of an appetite, check the weather app by habit and whenever it’s about 7pm, I would look up at the sky.. (But from what I see, rather than a clear day, on a gloomy day with some clouds, the sky at 7pm is actually prettier.. Everyone seems rather concerned about the weather, of course, I hope it doesn’t rain, but I think if it’s a gloomy day, reaching the concert venue earlier and enjoying this and that is much better? Don’t pray for the weather to be very clear on that day🥺keke)

I think I’ve only been thinking about the concert for the past two months. If I fail to take care of my condition, I would tell myself, ‘I’m someone who has promised to meet about 85000 people this weekend!’ then I would do a bit more of the exercise I hate, or eat another mouthful of rice, anyway I’m working hard to come to my senses. 🔥🔥

We had a full rehearsal the day before yesterday, with everyone gathered. We did. Run through rehearsal at a studio the size of the stadium stage and the stage was really~~~ big?!? But the actual stage is apparently 1.5 times the size of that??!?? I have to run about! I tried running throughout the first verse..! But I didn’t manage to get into position even after the first verse ended? Can something like this? even be possible???

This concert won’t be about taking care of my throat, but totally a battle of my stamina instead. That’s how I felt. 😌

I think this concert is a great challenge for everyone preparing for it right now. When I observe everyone, the way each person moves looks so systematic, that I felt at ease and touched by that.

People coming for the concert on that day! More than any other time, (of course this includes me 😀) please give a lot of love and support to the band members and dancers on stage and the busy staff members!

Also, the weather could be rather cooling in the evening, so do bring along a cardigan or thin jacket. Everyone! Even though it might feel stuffy and tiring to enjoy the concert while wearing a mask, please ensure that you wear one! Shall we make sure that no one gets hurt or sick from watching the concert? 🥹

That’s what I hope for the most.

Ohyu the uaenas that I miss so dearly~ now that we’re about to meet, I’m not sure why I feel so small 🙈..

Everyone would have made special preparations and went through ticketing to be here, so I want to put on a Golden Hour concert that our uaenas would not regret..! It’s just me who needs to do a good job and I will right? As I’ll be meeting uaenas on that day, I believe I can do it!!

To not appear small on that big stage, I’ll also try my best to put on a cool performance!!

I hope uaenas will be happy on that day ❤️

Please stay well for the remaining week and see you then.

Ah and for the uaenas who can’t come due to circumstances, don’t feel too disappointed..! Edam will try to capture the live atmosphere as much as possible through video (right?) Don’t feel too sad!? Let’s meet again next time!

Have a good dinner, everyone.

I’ll be going for dinner too (sujebi)

Anyway I love all of you, bbyong (T/L note: sending hearts)

(I won’t lock this post to prevent it from being copied. There may be audience members who are not members of this fancafe, so I hope they see this post and look forward to the concert 👍🏻)

[changbeanie]

kissing... bin in the rain :((( ruby how dare u mess w my heart like that 🥺💗💓💕💗💘💌💗💓💓💌🥺🧚🏻‍♂️💕🐥💓💘💌 - taryn

seo changbin | roommates au » 1.3k words » fluff » for @ultscb

Changbin’s the type of person who offers to go shopping and then brings back three crates of herbal tea because there’s a “buy two get one free” promotion. Okay, but are you really surviving a week off herbal tea?

Thought so too.

That’s why Changbin’s back in the grocery store he was in just twenty minutes ago, pushing a cart as he sheepishly trails behind you.

“Bread. Bananas. Milk. Eggs. What else am I missing?” You say, reading off the grocery list on your phone.

“Chips on Aisle 3,” he says with a meek smile. “C’mon Y/N, you know you can spare some change for those shitty potato chips. It’s like every college students’ staple food.” While he’s at it, he throws in a pack of Rice Crispies and a box of energy bars.

He’s paying for all his sugary junk, you think. “You’re such a bad friend. If I gain weight from stress eating because I have no self-control whatsoever, it’s on you,” you accuse, already parading down to Aisle 3 where all the snacks are.

“Mhm, I’m not so sure the weight gain’s on me. Maybe you should not lay down after dinner,” he chides. Every time he comes home from class, he sees a figure on the couch. That figure is you, sprawled out like a squid, wrapped in layers of blankets that touch the carpet because you’re far too lazy to pick them up.

You throw in a bag of barbeque flavored chips and ignore him. It’s comfortable, and if you spent over five hundred dollars on a couch, you were going to make use of it.

“Anything else? Do you need more chicken?” you decide to ask. The boy lives off chicken breast and doesn’t get sick of it at all. He has fifteen recipes saved on his phone, and you’re thinking of asking him for one because you can’t live off microwaveable meals and bread for the rest of your life.

“I’m good for now. I’ll probably do a late-night convenience store run sometime in the middle of the week,” he says, pulling the cart by its front as he leads you to the cluster of cashiers.

You and Changbin pass the rest of the time waiting in the checkout line by going through his messages. Propping your head on his shoulder, you see that he’s been talking to Chan, and now that break’s over, they’re finally getting back to business and writing more songs. It’s refreshing to be a music major; you’re not cooped up in a lab or a lecture hall for hours a day. And to do something you actually like and you’re actually good at, regardless of income? It’s fan-fucking-tastic. Seo Changbin’s one lucky man.

Eventually, you walk out of the grocery store with paper bags in your hands, and you hear Changbin curse under his breath.

“Shit, Y/N. Did you bring an umbrella? We should have taken the car,” he regrets in front of the automatic doors. The two of you move aside to let people pass through, and you nearly slip on a puddle. It’s funny how neither of you checked the weather forecast beforehand.

“I didn’t think it was going to actually rain. Usually, the clouds just soak up as much water as they can, and then they release it as water vapor or something,” you mumble to yourself, and Changbin gives you a “what the fuck” look. It’s really time for you to take a class on climate change. For a letter grade.

“The apartment’s only a ten-minute walk away. Five, if we’re gonna run it,” he says, already throwing his hood over his head.

You drop your groceries momentarily and do the same. “Race you?”

“No. You’ll probably trip.”

“Ugh. I hate it when you’re right.”

Seconds later, the two of you are speedwalking pathetically down the street in the direction of your apartment, grocery bags in hands. Passerbys’ are probably wondering “college kids these days”, and you could care less.

There’s something about being in the rain, that rush where your heart races faster than your mind, the cool feeling of precipitation on your skin. It’s almost as if you’re inside a snow globe and the world around you is just a prop; you’re the main character in this storybook, and Changbin’s with you.

Five precise minutes later, you’re panting, out of breath, and outside your apartment. “Where are the keys?” you suddenly remember.

“Wait.” Changbin catches his breath and takes a moment to himself before he answers. “My left pocket. You’re going to have to get it because I can’t put my bags down on the floor. They’ll soak right through.”

“Fine. Your left or my left?” You’re standing in front of him and oddly nervous. He’s your roommate and close friend, but this is… strangely intimate.

“My left,” he says. “Hurry up, Y/N. My hood’s entirely soaked.”

You huff and reach into his pocket. Why are the pockets of skinny jeans so annoyingly tight? It’s like Changbin’s asking to suffocate himself. “It’s not my fault you decided to wear jeans on a day like this,” you grumble, fingertips barely grazing the metal keys. Gosh, it’s really hard to fetch the keys while trying to respect his personal space.

Changbin’s speechless at your comment. “How was I supposed to know that it was going to rain? How was it my fault that I felt like wearing jeans today? You’re ridiculous if that’s what you’re implying,” he counters, smiling in disbelief.

“Shut up,” you mutter, and the keys fall into your palm. “Got it–”

There are droplets of water on his eyelashes, and he’s batting them away quickly. That’s when you realize that he’s soaked, and so are you.  

You reach up to his face and lightly brush the raindrops off with your fingers, his soft lashes coming in contact with your skin.

Changbin’s startled by your bold move and his brown eyes meet yours. You’ve never really taken time to take a good look at Changbin. He’s actually sort of cute, and now that he has that shocked expression on his face — more so now than ever.

“I-I just thought you –that they might be irritating your eye and–”  

“ –is it okay if I kiss you?”

“Huh?”  

In less than a split second, you feel his lips pressing against yours, warm against the cool wind blowing on your skin. He pulls you closer, arm wrapped around your back as you feel the paper bag collide with the back of your legs, and he holds you tight against him. It’s a good first kiss, one that makes you smile stupidly for days and one that makes you flustered whenever you think back to it. Changbin deepens the kiss and smiles into it.

The rain makes everything more cinematic, like you’re the main star of a movie who’s engaged in the most cheesy, romantic kiss with a lover who’s been away for years, and you’re starting to see why people loved kissing in the rain.

He pulls away softly, and his cheeks are a shade pinker than before. His smile has never been brighter, even if he’s out in the cold and completely drenched from head to toe.

You frown and give him a playful glare, missing the contact. “I never said yes, you know,” you informed a matter-of-factly.

“Yeah, but you would have said yes,” Changbin answers simply, shrugging his shoulders as he’s still standing in the rain, waiting for you to open the door, arm securely around your back.

And like always, you hate it when he’s right.

[magmawrites]

Master post for myself to refer to as I write this fic from the anons and responses I got here (THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH!!)

Bold is what I'm really hoping to add/have already incorporated/drafted

ANON MESSAGES:

I kinda wanna see, when Hinata is maybe a few months before birth, her go through that period where new mothers normally question if they'll be a good mother for their firstborn. It would be especially interesting with her unique situation: someone who doesn't even know how they got pregnant in the first place, so technically she wasn't prepared at all for it. From this view, it could be especially nerve-wracking to get your head around actually becoming a mother. (But of course we don't just have hurt with no comfort. Naruto can be there to support and encourage her along the way! ❤️)

Something I'd like to read about is how pregnant women are a lot more insecure of their body image, they can have difficulty in sleeping, and they can feel fatigued and dizzy a lot! I am personally looking forward to having Naruto help Hinata through her growing insecurities with her body.

Not sure if this exists in other cultures, but in certain parts of the world, pregnant women not only crave for certain foods, but on certain person or looks as well. For example, pregnant Hinata suddenly finds Shino's looks to be handsome and whenever she sees him she pinches his face and calls him all kinds of adorable and cute, while in the presence of Naruto. This makes Naruto annoyed and jealous and Team 8 gives him those smug faces lmao [magma: I want to add this so badly LOL]

Since Hinata is petite, I like the idea of her stomach showing alot, ballooning her a little bit lol, so she waddles around

I'd want to see her maybe singing to her baby

Back pain or swollen feet (so Naruto could help her wink wink)

Her friends being overprotective, like when she goes to sleep, they'll lay her on 1000000000 pillows

She gets tired easily, so it would be cute if maybe akamaru tried to help by carrying her hahaha or our favorite knucklehead ninja

Everyone is shocked at how much she eats, now even more so with her pregnancy

As concerns the pregnancy... I WANT IT ALL! I want morning sickness, hormonal fluctuations, soft caresses on the belly, Naruto talking to the baby and kissing the tummy 🥺, Hinata talking to the baby, the baby kicking 😭, super weird cravings and a good dose of overprotection (like.. you shouldn't do that cause you're preg🥺🥺). But I also would like some scenes after the baby's born. The baby wearing cute onesie, cuddles in bed and even crying at night. as I said,I WANT IT AAAALL

omg omg please do hinata who cries at every little things like her glass not having exactly 7 ice cubes or smth HAHAHA something cute and funny not the bratty or snobby scenarios hehehehe i think it would be adorable!!

@Nightowl27-writer

The art of sleeping: you can’t lay on your belly and boobs hurt, pillows... pillows EVERYWHERE.

Your feet get puffy so foot rubs are the BEST.

Have to pee so so often.

Sometimes the belly moves on its own and it looks like a scene outta Alien.

The Glow is for real.

The joy of taking off your pants is indescribable.

You become obsessed with counting kicks and start to freak out if it’s been too long since you felt the baby move, poking your belly and yelling at it like, “hey, are you sleeping or dead? Stop freaking your mom out, its too early on for that!”

Everything tastes weird

Blasting your favorite music hoping that they are being brainwashed to like your jams

The sound of a heart beat makes you instantly cry

Watching your belly button slowly turn inside out one week at a time is fascinating

The Preggo Swagger (I can’t help it my hips are so ridiculous right now)

Constantly slathering lotion on your belly and praying that you don’t get stretch marks (you do)

@dayseternal-blog

I'd like to see her favorite foods start turning her off! (for me, I suddenly couldn't stand rice😱 and even bread became gross)

@janicegestalt

morning sickness that last 24hrs.

food cravings

glowing skin and hair

feeling the baby kick

being sleepy and tired,I feel like my soul is being sucked out of my body.

preparing mentally to have a baby, how life is going to change, all the new responsabilities, all the hope for the child’s future, imagining herself as a mom and the things she wants to teach and share with the child ❤️.

and something my puppies do is that they lay their little heads on my belly because the know, they know! (Maybe Akamaru can do this???)

Hello, question for anyone who might be reading my naruhina fic A MisConception

What are some pregnancy things you’d like to see Hinata go through/experience/struggle with etc. could be fluffy, angsty whatever~ just wondering if anyone had ideas or something they wanted to read

(For example classic stuff like cravings, feeling baby kick etc.) I’m drawing a blank lol 🥲