#me AND MIFFY. miffy will also care

[vulpinesaint]

is this really “the eddie brock album of all time” or have you just been thinking about nothing but venom for three weeks and listening to this album nonstop since it came out

[abigail]

cherub shirt today ♡

[jaysng]

confessing to his mute crush | pjs

pairing: jay x deaf!reader

genre: complete fluff

summary: jay and deaf reader both seem to like each other, just when he thinks that his confession was a pure failer the reader does something surprising.

“i. hope. i. am. not. late”  jay signed and chuckled as he fixed his cross body bag standing nervously infront of you which got out of place while he was running to the stop you had asked him to be at.

you smile at him, knowing he recently had learned sign language just to be able to communicate with you and so he was, a little slow and not so clear. 

you loved cycling alot, and bought this brand new bicycle and you had asked him if he wanted to spend a day out riding it and then go off to the beach and sit there. 

jay and you met through the same animal care shelter you guys volunteered to work at, his charming smile immediately caught your attention. however it was hard to communicate with your muteness, you only knowing sign language and him knowing none of it.

however within a span of few months, jay started learning it to be able to communicate with you. 

it made your heart flutter, i mean it’s the effort and dedication. still you asked yourself ‘does he even like me back?’

“is. this. the. new. cycle. that. you. bought?”he asked as you nodded and got off it, you touched the cute basket decorated with a small miffy teddy and a pink bow, it also had the dirty wrapper of chocolate you ate earlier. 

embarrassed, you took it out and threw it somewhere on the ground.

“i decorated it” you signed as he looked at you and smiled, making you blush as you looked away, anywhere but his eyes. 

“예쁘다” he said, even though you obviously didn’t hear him you read his lips quickly anyways. signing a quick thank you you sit back on your cycle and signal him to sit. 

he sits behind you hands on your shoulder as you begin to hit the pedal and ride around the city. 

some moments later you feel jay’s hand shifting from your shoulder to your waist now that you’re cycling in a well pace. 

the wind blows on your face blowing your hair back at his face too, you hit the break for a moment and turn around and give him an apologetic look. 

he smiles at you taking your hair and putting them to one side of your shoulder and keeping his chin on the other, staring at you the entire time he does so.

you squirm and try to get used to the feeling of his charp chin on your shoulder as it’s digging through. 

you shove the feeling off as you start riding again, this moment was really perfect for you, everything was so good. a nice cloudy, windy weather with your favorite person  friend hugging you by the waist and face on your shoulder, what a dream really.

you guys rode the cycle around the city, stopping by a store to get ice cream, as you parked your cycle near the store you guys stood on the footpath and he bought some ice cream.

you looked at him to see if he finished his and you caught him staring at you, he pretended to look around and controlled his cheeky smile but then something else caught your attention wired headphones connected to his phone in his pocket.

you grab them and gain his attention as he looks back at you “you like music?” he nodded and took his phone put of the pocket searching for something. 

curiously, you stared as you got closer to see his screen “this. is. my. favorite. song” he signed enthusiastically as you widen your eyes giving him a cheering gesture.

you stopped as you looked at him “i wish i could listen to it.. it must be nice” silence filled the space between both of you as you stared deep into you while smiling “it is.”both of you finished the ice cream before it melted.

after cycling and strolling around the pretty city here you were sitting on the rocks of the beach as the wind blew every once in a while.

jay had this thing forever in his mind, he loved you he loved you so damn much. everything you did got him screaming internally to wife him up.

“it’s fun being with you, you know?” you signed as jay felt his heart racing a million times in a second what could she mean by that? she probably meant as a friend right? or am i letting my stupid thoughts take over. 

“thank. you.” he says as you close your eyes and give him the widest smile. 

being with him made you feel full, it made you feel like finally you had a friend. but you quickly fell in love with him because of his mannerisms.

even though at school no one really bullied you, but there wasn’t something big for someone to  findi you interesting. emptiness fill inside of you, as for others you were just there, not enough things to be interesting for someone. or atleast for the people around you. jay knew these very well that’s why he hated the fact he fell in love with you so fast and was worried that you might reject him because of how fast everything would happen.

but little did he know that your feelings were pretty.. mutual you can say.

there was a wooden stick in your hand with which you were doodling on the beach sand with, jay was observing each and every move.

with that lavender sundress you were wearing it made everything 10 times cuter in his eyes. the way the wind slightly blew back your hair but you kept on fixing it.

you started moving the stick and you wrote your name’s inital with did adding a unfilled heart after it and looked at jay “want to try?” you ask bringing the stick closer to him as he accepts it. 

he looks at you for a second passing you a lovestruck look. 

J +

he writes before your names inital as you shoot him a confusing look with a nervous smile. 

he looks at you as his smile drops, emotions very visible in his eyes. 

=

he adds an equals to sign between your inital and the unfilled heart, following with filling the unfill heart that you drew. 

your smile drops as you stare back at him, completely in shock and he stares back with a regretful look in his eyes. 

you watch him take a big breath after looking at your reaction, not quite promising is it.

“i. like. you.” you sit there, puzzled. you don’t know whether to do something or cry, the moment feels unreal. 

it all felt so quick that you didn’t realise you haven’t responded to him yet for about past five minutes atleast. 

his hopeful looks now dies as he apologizes and stands up, “i am sorry, i am sorry, sorry i should leave i should probably leave.” he says as you try to read his lips “sorry…. should leave” you could pick up some of the words not many because of how rapid and low his mouth worked. 

you watch him stand up quickly wearing his bag not even sparing another glance at you as he starts walking away.

you felt your cheeks getting warm as everythinf starts getting blurry due to the upcoming tears.

you shake and get up dropping your own bag on the floor. 

“stay” 

did i say it right? you swore you heard the vibrations in your body of your own voice. not fully hearing what you said or if you said it right or no. 

breathing heavily, jay stops in his tracks as he turns around and stares at you in disbelief as you break down. right on that spot you were standing at. 

the word wasn’t clear and mix of broken and light cracks of course, a very weak one because of the vocal chords.

you felt bad for making him wait for so long or making his excitement go away for taking your no response as rejection.

you were just shocked, he actually liked you back? your entire life you felt so neglected and behind just because you were deaf, but now some thing good is finally.. happening?

now standing in a distance both of you staring at each other as he watches uncontrollable tears flow down your face as you sign a ‘i like you too.” while lowering your head and start sobbing. 

jay runs back to you and closes the distance, both of you hug like losers. 

because of the closeness you can feel his body vibrations and shivering, as you realise that he is crying you push him back to see his eyes now your eyes widened “why are you crying silly i should be the one crying..”

he just shrugs while trying to give you a smile and crying.

you bring your hands to wipe his tears off as you hold his face. his hands naturally rest on your waist. 

for a short moment you guys look deep into each other’s eyes as you lean in signaling for a kiss.

you felt him giggling like a teenage boy as he leaned in and pressed his soft lips to yours. 

he could taste the strawberry ice cream you ate earlier on your lips, your scent filling his nostrils and working as a hypnosis.

you pull away taking a long breath, “wasn’t it too long for a first kiss?” you sign while wiping away your own tears now and laughing.

once again complete silence fills the beach as the only thing playing if only you could hear, was the sound of the waves. both of you completely lost in each other’s eyes, it was like your eyes are speaking it all for you. 

but you noticed it, you noticed he was holding back a reply so you hit his chest “say it. say what you want to say.”

he broke the eye contact looking away at the sea, the waves coming and hitting the shore as his stupid smile came back on his face. 

he looked back at you and fixed your hair, brought his hands back to himself and signed at you. 

“i. could. kiss. you. for. an. eternity.”

[captainaikus]

𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒, 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 : 𝐀 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 '𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭.' 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝟐

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨, 𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐮 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐞

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐖𝐜 : 𝟔.𝟗𝐤

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 : 𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝; 𝐢𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 : 𝐍𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬

୨⍣୧｡ (𝐀/𝐍) : 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐝!

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 : 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐮, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐮, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 : 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝.

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤. 

୨⍣୧｡ 𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 : @𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬-𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲.

𝐍𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨

'Miffy.'

'Hm?' 'Sweet little bunny.' 'Miffy.'

' ‘S that?' 

'Miffy, miffy, miffy, run!' you exclaimed, pouncing on Nagi, fingers set to work as you tickled his sides, making him squirm. That was probably the most beautiful laugh you had ever heard, his voice echoing through the walls of your shared bedroom after his nap. 

A memory that seemed so long ago. 

“How long do you plan on staying here?” 

You didn’t answer, turning to face the back of the cushion. Anri sighed, walking over to the sofa and sitting on the empty space beside you. 

“You know that you have to talk to him right?” “There’s no point.” “But-” “There’s no point, Anri. He made it clear. I’m like rocks in his shoe and I’m dragging him down. He doesn’t need me for his success, all he needs are his legs. And he’s also starting to get tired of me.” you drawled. 

You had crashed over at Anri’s place three days ago, not a single text or phone call from him. Showed how much he cared. 

Anri’s company had helped as you sobbed over Soba with her hand patting your back, assuring you that he hadn’t meant what he said and maybe he was overworked, but her words of assurance had turned into false hope with the coming of day two and no sign of communication. It was currently day three and there were still no signs of Nagi, checking your contact. 

“Active 20 minutes ago.” The chances of him wanting to talk seemed slim and neither did you initiate conversations with him. It seemed like it was time to go on a house hunt. 

Nagi stared at the name tag of his game character on screen. “Miffy.” His nickname. 

‘You know… you remind me of something or someone when your mouth is like that…’ you trailed, holding your chin in thought. After pondering over the thought for a bit, you remembered, humming the theme song. 

‘Miffy, miffy, miffy run!’ you sang, making Nagi confused. ‘You seem to be singing a horror song quite sweetly.’ he remarked, making you scoff. 

‘It’s miffy the rabbit. Look.’ you said, pulling out your phone to show him the image and then compare it one of his own. 

‘That’s not a very nice thing to say.’ Nagi said, snatching your phone out of your hands. ‘If you call me miffy, then you’re Annabelle like that creepy doll.’ he said. Belle for short; belle meant beautiful but you didn’t need to know that. 

When was the last time he had called you that or had even been called ‘miff’, ‘miffs’ or ‘Miffy’? The first day, Nagi was heated, not bothering to ponder over what he said, walking back to his laptop right after he had the argument with you. Day two Nagi didn’t seem to miss you in the morning either, going about his usual routine. It was when the dusk came that he had begun to realize how lonely he had become, his eyes constantly watching the clock, the time coming close to ten thirty in the night when he knew you’d come home. 

But you never did. 

Dinner was lonely, the scraping of his chopsticks against the plate was the only sound to keep him company along with sounds that came from the laptop; washing the plates after, his body waiting for the hugs you would give him from behind while he splashed water on the cutlery. 

Being in bed was lonely; his body missing the warmth of yours or the way you curled into him, your legs entwining with his, not to move as the two of you slept soundly for hours, even admiring each other when you were awake, his hands caressing you softly as he would leave soft kisses on your face while you would do the same. 

Morning came. 

“Belle, Can you shut the curtains?” 

But you weren’t there, his mouth betraying him. The same mouth that uttered the words, 

You’re like the rocks in my shoe and you’re starting to drag me down. I’m so tired of you. 

He said that didn’t he; not caring for the gravity it held or how much it could shatter everything the two of you had built. Why did he even say it? Maybe he wasn’t thinking straight or it was the moment of anger for everything to be handled, the boiling of the pot, the details of the match he was watching, the absolute focus that he needed to zero in to understand what was going on… there were many excuses for what he did, but it wouldn’t bring you back would it? Practices seemed the same, but he never felt the comfort he needed from his teammates; giving him a pat on the back when he had played well on the field or being tackled in a sweaty hug when they had won. 

He missed your scent. 

He missed you.  He missed everything you had to give him, now breaking through the surface of the things he had taken for granted. It was on the dusk of the third day he had finally snapped. He couldn’t take it anymore; the silence, the loneliness or the racing of his heart when he would watch the time hoping to hear the opening of the front door as you walked in only to be disappointed when there was not a sound of a shoe being dropped or the clicking of the door in place with your footsteps to follow. Grabbing his coat, he picked up his phone from the coffee table, scrolling to Anri’s contact. 

You had to be there. Walking out of the lobby of the building, Seishiro walked towards his car, revving up the engine. “Hello?” “Anri. Are they there?” 

Looking back at you as you held the warm mug between your hands while staring at the window into the skyline playing music through your headphones, Anri covered the phone whispering into the phone. “Yes.” “Good. I’m gonna be there in another fifteen minutes.” he said, his hand on the driving wheel. “Keep the door open.” he said abruptly, throwing his phone into the backseat of the car. 

He had to see you. His belle. 

Pulling into the parking lot, he wasted no time, pressing the button of the elevator, foot tapping in frustration as he watched the numbers descend as it finally arrived at the ground floor. It made him no less frustrated when he saw the numbers rising towards Anri’s house. Damn Anri just had to get the condo on the topmost floor. Seishiro ran as soon as the elevator door opened, wanting nothing more than to hold you in his arms again, hands reaching the doorframe of the open door. Taking deep breaths he moved towards the living room. You were there. Headphones on your ears, a warm mug in your hands engulfed in a large sweater as you stared at the street below you. 

Seishiro knew that music was a way to drown your sorrow, blocking out the noises around you to give you a space of your own, where no one could touch you. 

Had he put you through that much pain, not bothering to console you or apologize for what he did? Looking to the side, he watched as Anri gave him a reassuring nod. 

He could fix this. 

Laying a gentle hand on your shoulder, he felt you go stiff. You knew that touch. Turning your head slowly, you watched as Seishiro stared at you, eyes tired and lips letting out soft breaths, taking the headphones from your ears.

He felt like he could breathe again, resting his forehead against yours, his palms laying open against your cheeks. You dragged your fingertips around his wrists, the pads of it digging into the flesh of it. You hadn’t forgotten what he said. Pressing his forehead to yours, he knew what you wanted to say without the words escaping you. 

Laying a kiss on the tip of your nose, he pulled his face away from yours, gray eyes staring into yours, your eyes on his lips mouthing the words. “I know.” “I’m sorry.” 

“I’m so sorry, belle.” he said, his hands dragging from your cheeks to the side of your neck, feeling your pulse, proceeding to the middle of your back and pulling you into him, feeling the whole of you against him. Nuzzling his head into the shoulder of your sweater, he took a deep breath, the scent of you. Home. 

“You really hurt me, you know that?” you said, hands pulling at the collar of his coat. “I really want you to feel how much you hurt but I can’t do that to you.” clenching the material of his coat into your fists. 

Even if he had hurt you, you didn’t hold any malice against him. You could have done many things from shouting the words of his failure that you witnessed when you watched him play on the field, digging into old wounds. But you didn’t. This isn't a sign of weakness. It was a sign of strength and patience along with the hope that you were willing to mend things even if he had caused damage to it.  

“I know,” he said, running his hands through your hair. “I’m sorry.” “I was… alone.” 

‘So was I.’

“Am I really the stones in your shoes dragging you down?” Nagi knew the answer to that question. Three days were spent searching what you were to him, the question you asked shaking everything the two of you stood for. Taking your face into his hands, he pulled away from you, staring into your eyes with nothing but affection as his thumb stroked along your cheek, your glazed eyes that had tears pooling on the corner of your lash line. 

He knew the answer. 

“You’re my wings, belle. Even when I’m on the field. You make me soar.” 

Sweet words were never Nagi’s forté, but he knew that if he was going to have you, he needed more than that. Nodding, he got on his knees, looking up at you. “It’s been three days (y/n). I… I know what kind of a person I am. I haven’t had to work for anything really… just. I’ve always had it. And at times I take things for granted even if that isn’t my intention. But… It looks like I pushed it too far this time. And I know I did. Just… come back to our apartment. It doesn’t seem the same without you and I don’t think I can sleep another night alone. I can’t keep touching the sheets or look around to see if you’re there. I… I’m tired (y/n).” Seishiro said, hands taking yours as he looked up at you. 

He was just as tired as you. Being one of the best on the field needed a right mindset; the lack of emotional and physical affection taking a toll on him. Seishiro had learnt that touch was one of the most important forms of communication; a way to assure someone, reminding the times when you would squeeze his shoulder eased his burdens, the way you would wipe away food from his face when he was eating, the time you would wash his back when he was tired from practice. 

He missed it. 

Kneeling down, you joined him on the floor, your hands cupping his, giving an assuring squeeze. 

“Let’s go home, Miffy.” Nagi’s eyes widened at the pet name, yet his gaze softened at the fondness of it. Reaching home, Seishiro never let go of you, dragging you into the bath, letting the comfort of the hot water surround the both of you, the hot liquid washing the sorrow his words away as it ran down your body; while the water washed away the feeling of emptiness Nagi felt when you weren’t around, hands clinging to your naked body, feeling your raw form against him as he leaned on the wall behind.

Dinner was quiet, with Seishiro watching you put every morsel into your mouth; not blinking for a minute, afraid that the moment would be lost if he closed his eyes. Taking a piece of food between your chopsticks you held it up to his lips. 

“Eat.” 

With the coming of the night, you could feel Seishiro toss and turn, hand reaching out to your side of the bed, patting down your face in your sleep to make sure you were there. Sighing, you turned over to his side, hugging him from behind while he did the same, curling his body into you. 

He felt safe and finally at home. 

𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐮 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫

Aiku held up the picture for what seemed the longest time cuts on his fingers, the blood seeping into the corner of the photograph. He remembered the time he had taken that picture. 

“With that kind of staring, you sure you’re not trying to burn a hole into their bathing suits? Then again you’d like that wouldn’t you, perv.” you scoffed, lifting a hand to cover the glare of the sun. 

“I came here to spend time with you, not my fault that I just so happened to be here and there are girls in bathing suits here as well…” he said, with a playful push. 

“Tch. Why am I even dating you?” “Because I’m special, obviously.” “I wonder why… I didn’t run out of olive oil.” you said, snickering. 

“Oh you think that’s funny?” he said, grabbing you and placing you on his lap. He playfully bit the side of your cheek, making you laugh. Taking out his phone, he had captured the moment, making sure to use it for later, printing the photo and using it when he moved into the penthouse.

“Olive oil.” He turned to look at you. Lifting your hands to make a heart you teased him. 

“Olive you.” earning a sigh and an eye roll from him. 

“You know there’s the Olive theory?” “I wonder when you’re going to run out of olive jokes.” he commented, setting his feet on top of the coffee table. 

“There’ll be many as long as you’re around me you know?” 

The olive theory; Oliver hated Olives and you loved them, and that’s what made the perfect relationship. A relationship that went to ruin because of him. 

“Bambi…” he murmured, stroking the side of the picture that had your face in it. Oliver never had a stable person in his life. Sure, there were his parents, and his teammates, but there wasn’t a person who lasted long enough to be called his own; dating around only for the purpose of fame or the motive of finding further relations given that he was a football player, maybe you were one of the people that held a significant place in his life. 

Oliver watched as you drove away into the night from the balcony, the gentle breeze blowing through his hair, the penthouse now empty and the photoframe broken with pieces of glass loose on the floor. He walked over to it, picking up the frame, fingers digging into the smaller pieces of glass, leaving light cuts on his fingers as picked up the picture. 

The two of you seemed so happy that day, the picture reminding him of more memories he had made with you. 

Mirror in the front, you sat beside him, painting the dye into his hair. Rather than getting it done by his usual hairstylist, he had insisted on you doing it, wanting to promote the notion of getting into ‘couple goals.’ taking a picture of you while you worked for keeps sake. Washing his hair out and shaking all the water off on you to make you squeal. Coming home from practices, he would test your patience, laying on top of you when he reeked of sweat while you were comfortable watching television, only to be dragged into the shower when he insisted you take a bath with him. 

Oliver felt calm when you washed his hair, your fingertips lightly scratching his scalp, the soft tugs of his hair as he groaned from the relaxation he felt, hands coming to the temples of his head to rub lines into his eyebrows and under his eyes including the massages you would give him before bed, acute pressure under his feet and pressing on his calves. 

He would run faster and better the next day, body feeling light and healthy on the field. 

To show his gratefulness all he did was appear drunk and create messes for you to clean; not giving you attention in weeks. You just gave and gave didn’t you? And all he did was take, not bothering to ask or give you something back in return. You were satisfied with his kisses and his performance on the field. Unlike his previous exes, you weren’t demanding on dates, instead making memories with him at home when he was tired from the days activities of being captain and being a defender. 

Japan had its defender in a single piece because of you. 

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he scrolled to your contact. “Bambi.” 

“You’re a lot like Bambi.” “I would say I’m a lot like Thumper.” “No. You’re like Bambi.” “Why?” 

“Because you’re always prancing around like some young fawn, stumbling over your feet. Never sit still.” or maybe it was because of your doe eyes that he had named you that. 

Tapping on the contact, the phone rang a few times, until it went silent. You weren’t responding to him. 

He tried sending you texts, none of them were seen, only left on delivery. Time seemed to be going slow for Aiku, watching as the minute ticked by on his phone the numbers changing on the screen. Time went so painfully slow that he didn’t know what to do with himself. 

You weren’t going to respond to him on chats? That was fine. Maybe you’ll respond to him when he makes it to social media, clicking a picture of his hand which had been cut, caption : Hurt. By morning, his dms were flooded, 

‘Omg! You should have that checked!’ ‘How did this happen to you?’ 

‘Need me to take care of it, handsome ;o ?’ 

None of them were from you; the words he said setting in as night came and the bed was lonely. 

‘You know that you’re replaceable right? It’s not like I’m running out of options anytime soon.’ Options… the word weighing heavy on his tongue. 

You weren’t a choice, you were an option. 

A demeaning word for someone who had taken care of him in all the kind ways possible wasn’t it? 

Options were the people who had thrown themselves on him; smothering him with the love he didn’t need or want. What he wanted was different; respect, patience and affection. A patience that had run thin because of his actions.

It wasn’t difficult for Oliver to replace a person, he had done that many times before. But could he erase the memories that he had made with you and replace it with someone else? ‘Olive Oil.’ 

‘Olive you.’ 

‘Olive theory.’ 

He couldn’t. He couldn’t even if he tried. 

The next evening and night, Oliver continued to publish stories on his page, captioned with various things that reminded him about the two of you. 

Taking long walks on the beach alone with the picture of the waves; caption : ‘Olive you.’

Long nights on the couch with a disney marathon in the background : ‘Thumper doesn’t suit you.’ 

By day three, Oliver was tired, the routine he had became a chore and time went by slowly. So painfully slow. Even things he enjoyed doing seemed mundane. ‘When will you come back?’ 

“Hey, did you check Aiku’s story?” Looking from the couch to Otoya, you watched as he stared down at his phone, eyebrows furrowed. 

“No, why?” 

There were words that he had said to you, but the fact that Eita had his expression of seriousness made you worried. 

“He cut his hand. Look.” he said, showing the phone to you. Taking a screenshot of it, you zoomed in on the picture. He cleaned up the glass.

That idiot. Why did he even lift that photo frame from the bin? 

Turning to face the window from your bed, you couldn’t sleep. Had he been taking care of himself? Did he eat well? Was he sleeping alright? 

No. You wouldn't worry about him. He probably had someone better to take care of him. He had maybe even moved on, forgetting about you… 

It wouldn’t hurt to drop something off by the penthouse would it? Deciding to grab your car keys, your shoulders screaming from the pain of you slogging over the computer at work for ten hours in a row, you were tired. Yet your heart wouldn’t leave you alone.

“Thank you and come again!” the attendant said as you left the shop, the package contained a pair of tweezers, disinfectant, gauze and cotton. Did that dumbass even bother cleaning his wounds? He would have to deal with it on his own. Pressing the elevator button for the penthouse, you stood near the glass watching as the height between you and the ground grew larger until the soft ding of the lift made you walk out. Even if the argument seemed two days ago, it seemed like time had passed a lot longer; making you miss your second home. Hanging the bag on the handle of the door, you were about to leave when you saw the lift doors open, revealing a very tired Oliver. Heterochromatic eyes snapped to yours, a look of relief washing over his features, as he dropped his duffel bag. Swallowing you were about to move towards the elevator when he moved to block you. 

“Move.” He didn’t. “I said, move.” He wouldn’t. 

“I said, move Aiku!” you said, pushing him. 

He couldn’t; arms coming around to hug you as you tried to break away from his grip. 

“Let go of me.” 

He can’t. “You said I was replaceable right? You don’t need me right? Then let go of me already.” the pain you held in for days coming out of your system in the form of words of agony and tears, hands pawing at his jersey as he pulled you close to him. You cried as he held you to his chest, his fingers digging into your back, holding you close to him. 

You were in his arms. You were safe, but broken with his words. 

He couldn’t stay away from you any longer, that would be a sentence longer to his loneliness and miserability. He missed you.

“Stay, Bambi.” The nickname made you whimper, memories of the time he had called you coming back to you. 

‘You prance around like a fawn.’ 

‘You’re so weird. You really like the crunchy sound that my beard makes when you rub your palm against it?’ 

“Why’d you say it?” you asked in a broken voice. 

Why do people say anything? Oliver had been through situations like this before, his ex throwing water in his face or slapping him when they walked out of the door. Oliver was always done with them after moving to meet the next person. 

“It’s a habit.” he said softly. “Everytime a fight breaks out, I’ve always watched people leave through that door, never wanting to come back; neither did I go in search of them. You were the first to come back, not demanding anything but just… to make sure that I was doing alright. I’m not fine without you. And I… I…” words dying in his throat as his grip around you tightening if not harder, squeezing you like a snake. He hadn’t had anything like this before. 

“You know that you can have a tv star or a supermodel right?’ you asked in a tiny voice. “What am I compared to that?” 

Hands digging into the tresses of your hair, Oliver pushed you into his shoulder, the tip of his nose burning from the tears that he held back. He couldn’t let them fall, they didn’t deserve to. Not after he had the weight of what he said on his shoulders. Making amends was never his strong point but he had to try if he wanted you. And he did. 

“Much more. So much more. You hold the sun and stars for me, (y/n). I can’t deal with every dragging day if you’re not here. I can’t take care of myself… and I know that… that’s not enough to make you stay… but I really want you to. I can’t promise a change overnight… but if you’re here with me… It's everything I want to have… and need… and live with. ”

His shoulders shaking from the words, feeling your arms letting go of his shirt, he felt his heart stop; your hands coming to his face, pulling him away from you. Heterochromatic eyes staring into yours, tinged with red and dark circles to accompany them. The escape of a tear made you wipe it away with your thumb. 

“Let’s get inside. We’ll deal with this in the morning.” 

Oliver slept soundly after what felt like ages, waking up in the middle of the night to make sure you were next to him and didn’t disappear, yet you were there, running your fingers on the side of his face, as he nuzzled into your throat, giving him a soft kiss on the head. 

Early hours of the morning, Oliver woke up once more; watching your still figure in the darkness as he blinked, your arms stretched out in the space that was between the both of you. 

It wasn’t good enough. Throwing the sheets off him, Oliver moved around the bed, coming behind you. Moving you over to his side of the mattress, he took the space behind you, laying a soft kiss to the back of your neck, arms coming under your neck and over your belly while he tucked his knees under yours, sleeping the rest of the dawn away, waiting to see your open eyes when the sun poured in. 

You were here in his arms and it was everything he wanted. 

𝐈𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐚𝐞

“I packed up my stuff. There was nothing much to begin with anyway. I’ve left the key on the table before leaving cause I know you have the other one to open the door. Don’t push people that try to come close to you, Sae. Not everyone is an ill wisher. I’ll uh… yeah that’s all I have to say, even if you’re sleeping considering it's midnight there. Bye Ariel.

Love, 

(y/n).” 

Sae had stared at that message for over five days, the words replaying in his head even when he kicked the ball. Rather than feeling the plight of the goal he scored or the exhilarating adrenaline flow through his body, he pondered over the words of the last message you had sent him. 

Did you pick up your clothes from the hamper? They weren’t washed were they? Then again, you sent that text a day ago and you might as well have moved out. 

DId you take your stupid book along with you? The one that you always left on the coffee table when he came home? Thinking about the synopsis of it, it was about a dying old man and his student… teaching him the ways of life. Why did you even read these kinds of books? The answer now laid bare before him. 

‘Don’t push people that try to come close to you, Sae. Not everyone is an ill wisher.’

‘I don’t need to hear that from a person who has bitter relations with his own brother due to his own selfishness.’ 

Sae scoffed at the thought the next day, Selfishness? He had given you a place to stay, opening his home to you. Was that called being selfish? He had stocked food for you in the cabinet, making sure you didn’t go hungry while he was in France. In what way was that selfish? He had his own reasons for being bitter towards his brother, but he never did make amends with him, their way of communication being that of rough language when they played each other on the field until either one of them ended up with a yellow or a red card. 

But he was the older one wasn’t he? He was the one responsible for his brother if their parents weren’t there, since he would be the only one Rin would have as a family. 

Maybe your words did hold a deeper meaning. 

The second day, he decided to do something that he hadn’t done before. 

Calling up Rin. 

“Hello?” Sae didn’t find the words in him, biting his lip. “Hello?” Why did he even call him up? What did he think would work? To patch things up with his younger brother? That was a train he missed a long time ago. 

“Huh…” 

The train that would always arrive at his station because it was home. “Rin.” The ends of the phones of the brothers became silent, neither one not knowing what to speak but each comforted by the presence of each. Maybe they could start with closure, mending torn cloths of their relationship with a sewing needle and a thread. 

“How have you been?” “It's always busy in the world of a footballer and you know that. Why did you call?” 

He got straight to the point didn’t he. Staring at the early hours of dawn, Sae let the silence follow, filled with the chirping of morning birds. “Couldn’t sleep.” 

It had been the case the last time you had spoken to him and when he read the last message you sent. 

“It’ll be fine.” Sae’s eyes widened at the words, expecting Rin to blame the problem on him. It was his problem wasn’t it? Why would his little brother even bother looking into it. Words of comfort hadn’t been exchanged with them for a very long time, the bonds they built as children withering away when they became adults, deteriorating further when they would compete against each other. 

“Don’t you spite me?” Sae asked, gripping his phone tightly. 

“Something serious must have happened for you to call me. If it weren’t for me it would be your friends if you had any. Family is usually the last resort or turned to during desperate times. And you’re my older brother, for the sake of our parents, we would have to get along well sooner or later. Even if I don’t like you or spite you, I wouldn’t turn you away. Even I have some dignity to spare.” Rin said. 

Sae couldn’t explain the feeling that overcame him, his eyes pooling with tears. 

Not everyone is an ill wisher. 

Not everyone would wish misfortune to another.

The third day called for relaxation with Sae settling on the activity of walking down the streets of Paris. The night was lit up with street lamps and couples walked on the street while Sae had nothing except his pockets to put his hands in, fumbling with the room key and wallet that was in it. Stopping by a bookshop he found the face of a book that reminded him of you. 

‘The little mermaid - Hans Christian Anderson.’ 

He was supposed to pass by the store, not bothering over the book yet he found himself exchanging the book for money, taking the package with him to his room. Unlike the movies, the little mermaid was not a happy story; with her jumping into the ocean as the prince and his bride stared at the foam she had turned into. 

Tossing the book aside, Sae was left alone to his thoughts. 

‘Stupid thing should have just plunged the knife into the prince’s heart.’ 

But she couldn’t… she loved him. How could she possibly harm a loved one in his sleep while he muttered the name of his bride who was sleeping next to him? She would rather choose her own pain and sorrow rather than lead an empty life knowing what she did. 

A perfect yet sad ending that captured her suffering and the naivety of the prince. 

She was selfless, suffering with the pain of her human legs each time she walked, growing closer to the prince day by day only for him to fall in love with another girl from a temple, who he believed saved him during the night of the shipwreck when it was actually the same mermaid who had dragged him to shore. Selfless enough to give away her voice so that she could no longer sing or talk, selfless enough to not stab him, selfless enough to make sacrifices for him as the prince watched her turn to foam with his bride. 

You were Ariel weren’t you? By the fourth day, Sae couldn’t stop staring at his phone, his body ready to pounce over any question that came. 

‘Do you have your bags packed?’ 

‘Did you make sure to take a toothbrush?’ 

‘Did you get everything you need?’ 

‘Make sure to have your ticket on you.’ 

‘Stay safe and have a great flight. I’ll see you soon Ariel.’ 

The day had passed and the night had arrived, yet there was not a single text from you. Sae knew the consequences of his words, going the extra mile to assume the worst about you when you had tried to make his living easy. 

‘If you want to be the best, you can’t have any distractions, Itoshi. People come and go and this one is like no other. You are young on a fresh pair of legs that can bring a lot of potential out of you and work on the field. Put it to good use.’ were the words of his coach. And like any young mind the first ones to take the blame were the ones who were too close, with close being you; venomous words reaching into the roots of your relationship and shaking it to pieces till nothing was left. 

It was the morning of the fifth day and Sae was ready to leave, his bags packed as he closed the door to the room. 

The flight was long and tiring, making him want to reach home faster and hit the hay. Upon arriving in the airport, he went out of the gates, his eyes unconsciously searching for you. You weren’t there. Sighing he was dropped home, mind going into the setting of finding you with your book, turning over a page as you sat with socks on the sofa, only to turn on the lights to the dim room and the sofa empty with your book gone from the coffee table. The photographs of the two of you were gone from the wall, clothes missing, along with your laptop and papers among other belongings. Going to the bathroom, he felt the strings of his heart pull at the sight of the single toothbrush with yours missing; a strong reminder that you were gone and he was alone. 

‘Why did you say those words, Ariel?’ 

‘Because I want to be the best.’ 

‘Do I not want the best for you either?’ 

‘It's not the same thing.’ 

‘And what if it is?’ 

‘How?’ 

‘I want nothing but the best for you Sae. I never gave you the option of wanting football or me. If you wanted to dedicate yourself to the game you love so much, I would have stood by you. But you didn’t want to and look where we are now. Why do you want to ruin things that are going good for you? We’ve had minor issues, yeah… but it never came to one of us leaving. But if it makes you feel better, then maybe I should.’ you said, taking a step back. 

‘What are you doing?’ Sae asked, a hand reaching out to you but not touching you. 

‘Where are you going?’ 

You said nothing, as pieces of you started disappearing while he screamed. 

Sae woke up in the middle of the night, sweat soaking his shirt, hands reaching over to your side of the bed only to find it empty. 

Staring at the white neon digits of the clock it read, two thirty in the morning. Throwing the sheets of his body, Sae wore his coat, grabbing the keys of his car and driving to your apartment. 

Hearing the rapid knocking of your door along with the sounds of the doorbell, you waddled over to the living room, yawning with half shut eyes. Looking through the peephole, you were surprised to see Sae, pacing around shortly before raising his clenched hand to bang the door again. Worried that the neighbors might hear, if not already, you opened the door, causing him to stumble in; staring at you with his green eyes. 

Sighing you sat on the sofa while he stood in silence.

“Ariel didn’t live happily ever after with Eric. She died in the sea…turning into foam while he and his bride watched over her.” “Did you come over to my place close to three in the morning just to tell me the story of the little mermaid that was written in the eighteen hundreds?” you asked, raising an eyebrow to him. “The last time I checked, you didn’t want or need me. Why are you here?” you said, walking to the kitchen as he followed you. Opening the cabinet you took out the coffee powder and kept a kettle to boil as Sae circled you to snatch it away from your hands. 

“You know better than to drink this,” he said. 

Snatching it back from him, you bit back. 

“If I need my sanity to listen to you at three in the morning, I am going to need this.” 

Holding your hand against the counter as he placed his other on the platform. “Don’t.” 

Please. 

“What is going on Sae? First you say that you don’t want or need me and now you’re here three in the morning, fighting over coffee. What has been happening with you lately?” you asked, setting down the bottle of coffee gently on the kitchen platform as his hand became more gentle on your wrist while the other pushed him away, wanting to keep some space between the two of you; the hand which Sae placed his other on, stopping you from putting any distance. 

“You were right.” he said; the words, making you look at him in confusion. 

“Not everyone is an ill wisher.” 

Tears pooling in his green eyes that looked exhausted and in need of sleep; 

“I am selfish, aren’t I?” he asked, eyes looking into yours for answers. 

You said nothing, sighing through your nose. 

“It seems like you learned.” Sae said nothing, resting his head against your shoulder, his tears smearing onto the fabric of your shirt while his hands settled at your waist. It had been long since he had you in his arms. 

“This doesn’t make things alright but it can wait. We need sleep. You can have the bed and I’ll take the sofa.” you said, taking his arms off you, as you walked towards the closet to grab extra bedding and blankets, settling into the cushions of the sofa while Sae watched you. 

Waking up in the middle of the night, you were being carried into the other room. You dared not move, not wanting to give away the fact that you were awake. 

“I know you’re awake.” It was pointless to fool him wasn’t it? Might as well just skip to the point then. 

“Why did you say those things?” you asked, turning to him as he settled on the opposite side of you, his sweat drenched shirt off and replaced with one of yours. 

“It's something that my coach said.” 

“What changed?” 

Reaching a hand across, he stroked your cheek, talking about the time he had in Paris, calling Rin and realizing the words he said to you; body inching closer to you on the discussion of his nightmare that had happened an hour or two prior. 

“I can’t take back what I said… and I’m aware of that. But… if I can learn to be a better human being… it can only be with you. And that’s another reason to live for, apart from football. I don’t… want to be confined to my old self, (y/n). I want to evolve… I don’t want to be the same boy who lived in spite when I went to Spain.” he said, his resolve crumbling before as the two of you laid in bed. You shifted your body closer to him, pulling his head into your chest as his body shook from the pain of the memories that had made him soar to heights but at the cost of more than what he had bargained for; your words becoming more crystal clear to him with every new emotion he had experienced in the past week. Moving towards your phone, you played a song, placing an earphone into Sae’s ear and the other in yours, tapping his back according to the beat until he fell asleep. 

‘I’m here.’

‘You’re here.’  

‘I’m not going anywhere.’ 

Nuzzling into your chest, placing a kiss over your collarbone as an apology, with you returning the gesture with a nuzzle into his hair, smelling the scent of him made you realize how much you had missed him, smiling into it. 

He came back. 

And he wasn’t going to leave. He didn’t; even as the morning arrived, hugging you close to his chest even when you complained about getting out of bed on a workday, the morning passed with more hours of sleep as he traced the lines on your face while you held onto his wrist rubbing the tip of your nose into the expanse of his palm. It was warm. 

This was all he ever needed and wanted. 

[sylvyspritii]

Okay please let me rant about Nijntje/"Miffy" for a few minutes

The worst thing ever is when they decided to translate Nijntje's name to "Miffy" in English Look at her, how can you call this a "Miffy"? That's such an unfitting name! But here's the worst part, you see, everyone, and i mean LIKE ALMOST EVERY SINGLE COUNTRY ON THE PLANET, decided to not take Nijntje's original name when translating things in their own language, but TAKE THE ENGLISH NAME INSTEAD, this is why in Japanese, they still call her "Miffy"! This is very unfortunate imo, it would have been way cooler if the other non-English languages used the original name of Nijntje instead of "Miffy", this will NEVER be "Miffy" to me And no, don't give me the excuse of "we can't pronounce Nijntje!" then just try a little harder maybe??? You know, broaden your horizons a little bit? You know? Accept things from different cultures instead of replacing them with your own? Here's a guide for the Anglosphericals; you pronounce it like "nine-che", SIMPLE, right? So "Miffy" is completely unnecassery, it's not even close to the original! In Japanese, it could have been ナインツエ (Naintsue) or something, like, come on... Also, we all know that Hello Kitty got most of its ideas from Nijntje, but let's be real, Nijntje was the OG, and yes, i am happy that the rightsholders of Nijntje won the lawsuit against Sanrio, i don't care how much the Hello Kitty fandom hates Nijntje because of that, it's about basic respect

[baby-yongbok]

˳·˖✶ ⋆Midnights: Pt.1˳·˖✶ ⋆

Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Non idol

✨Masterlist ✨

Warnings: Mentions of the pandemic (COVID-19)

Notes: Third Person POV + Okay, so, When I started writing this I intended for it to be a sweet drabble but then I just kept typing and typing and TYPING... I think that this has potential to be a series. There will definitely be a part 2 but I'm not sure if it should just be two parts or more. Let me know what you think please? This was also written pretty fast so I'm sorry if the quality isn't the best, but then again I say that about everything I write. Anyway, I hope that you enjoy!

Word Count: 1366

Summary: The two of you are best friends, You know each other like the back of your hand, so why does this new version of Hyunjin give you a feeling you've never experienced before? His smile is all the same but somethings changed... What could it be?

You and Hyunjin have been best friends since you learned how to walk. You’ve done everything together for as long as you can remember and the fact that the two of you are next door neighbors made it even easier to spend an insane amount of time together. Around the time that you turned sixteen and he turned seventeen the two of you decided that spending eight hours of your day together wasn’t enough so naturally he started sneaking into your window late at night to hang out with you. The two of you would play games, watch movies, and anything else that your heart desired all while trying to stay as quiet as possible. Even though your entire family loved Hyunjin, you knew that having a boy in your room at 1:45am would not go over well with your parents. He’d sneak in for any reason and at any time. He got into a fight with his parents? He’ll be at your window at two in the morning. You’re feeling sick? He’ll be at your window with snacks and anything else he grabbed at the store to make you smile. 

Unfortunately, your late night hang outs came to an end when the two of you went off to college. Well, when he went off to college. Hyunjin made the decision to stay on campus but you weren’t sure that you were ready for the responsibility of basically living alone. Hyunjin begged you to stay on campus, promising that he’d take care of you and keep you on track but you just weren’t sure. Fast forward a month after that conversation when the two of you found out that you both got accepted… to different colleges. It took a lot for the two of you to say goodbye but you knew Hyunjin would only be a phone call away. 

Months went by and your nights were silent. There was no dark haired boy climbing up the tree next to your balcony and knocking on your window anymore. No more late night movies or whispering the lyrics to karaoke at three in the morning. The two of you kept in contact with video calls and texts but you both ended up being way more involved in college activities than you thought you would be thus leaving very little room for meeting up or even texting back some days. As your lives got busier the two of you slowly drifted apart, that was until the pandemic hit. Suddenly your extremely active world was quiet again, all of your classes were now either canceled or strictly online. Hyunjin had no choice but to move back home since his dormitory was closing down to enforce social distancing. It all felt like a mess but there was a silver lining to it all, Hyunjin was coming back home and the two of you would finally see each other after nearly five months of being apart, now all you had to do was wait.

 It was a regular Thursday evening, you sat on your front porch listening to music and laying on your bench swing with your dog, Miffy. The smooth voice of the artist you were listening to was suddenly drowned out by Miffy barking and running off of the porch. You sat up, startled by the sudden noise and immediately started searching for the cause of the commotion. That’s when your eyes landed on him, his hair was a bright red which stuck out from his black muscle tee and black sweats. You went over to your front steps and watched him for some time as he pulled his suitcase out of the trunk of his fathers car. ‘There’s no way that that’s Hyunjin right?’ Your thoughts were racing as you tried to remember what he looked like five months ago but your memory sadly failed you. Just as your eyes fix on the muscle of his toned arm he turns towards your house. His gaze is cast upwards towards your balcony, he’s clearly trying to see if you’re home. Your heart skips a beat as it all sinks in, that is Hyunjin. Just as you’re about to scream his name to get his attention Miffy reaches him and jumps up on him earning a smile and a happy laugh to fall from his lips. 

“Miffy! How are ya girl?” He wildly pets the dog like he hasn’t seen her in years but in his defense it’s felt like forever since he’s seen you and your family. Finally, he puts two and two together and looks up towards your front porch where you stood with your dress blowing in the autumn wind and a bright smile on your face. “Y/n!”

Hyunjin runs over to you immediately with Miffy following close behind. You rush down your front stairs with your arms out in front of you ready to hug your best friend. His arms snake around your waist quickly like you’d disappear if he were a second slower, yours find a home around his neck and he spins you around earning a giggle from you. “Oh my gosh, I’ve missed you, angel”

“I’ve missed you more.” He sets you down and pulls you closer to his body. His chin rests on the top of your head and your cheek rests comfortably on his chest. You don’t know what it is, call it your best friend spidey senses but he feels different than he did five months ago…what’s changed? You both pull back and look at each other, smiling like your lives depend on it. You lift your hand and tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. “You’re…red” 

He laughs at your comment and looks away from you for a second. “Do you mean my hair or my face?”

“Your hair… well actually, both.” You both fall into a fit of laughter before stopping and staring at each other again.

“I dyed it a month ago, I thought I sent you a picture.” Shaking your head Hyunjin’s smile slowly turns into a frown. “I’m sorry I haven’t kept up with talking to you… It was just so busy on campus and I joined way too many clubs and -” 

You bring your hand up to stop him with a smile still pulling at your lips. “It’s fine, I sucked at communicating too, what’s important is that you’re here now.”

The guilt he felt for not contacting you melted into a reassured smile. “There’s so much I want to tell you, angel, but I think I have to go.” 

He looked over to his house where his father was waiting by the car with his arms crossed. You furrowed your eyebrows with worried eyes and Hyunjin bit his lip slightly. - Fuck why was that hot? - He leans down to your ear and whispers.

“My parents aren’t too thrilled about the red hair, I think I’m in trouble.” You giggle and he does the same. “I figured that once I turned nineteen that I had a bit more freedom but that clearly isn’t the case.” 

He rolled his eyes and you sighed. “You know how your mom is, I say that you did this on purpose.” He sticks his tongue into his cheek slightly and smiles.

“You’re not wrong… but listen, I don’t want to make my case any worse so I’ll see you later?” You glance down at his wrist knowing for sure that he has a watch on him. 

“Hyun, it’s already seven o’clock. You’re gonna get scolded for about an hour and everything is closed due to the pandemic so we can’t go anywhere.” Just as Hyunjin was going to reply, his father called him to come home. With a sigh he starts walking backwards away from you.

“Leave your window open, yeah?” With a wink he turns and runs off towards his house. He gives you one last glance and smiles before he disappears through his front door leaving you in your walk way. For some reason you felt nervous about Hyunjin coming to your house tonight. Sure it would be just like old times but something has changed… What in the world was causing this feeling?

[teddybeartoji]

ugghh mickey i just though of this scenario and i HAD to share cuz i just know you’ll know what i’m talking about

IMAGINE TEACHING TOJI SOMETHING☹️ like walk w me…

he’s really proud and imo kinda egocentric so i have a feeling he’s not the best learner.. but he just used your blanket (that was like… perfectly folded and neat and cute btw) and u tell him he has to fold it, but he… just… has? no idea?? how?

he never gaf about something as trivial as making the bed, to him that’s pretty much wasting time cuz honestly… he’ll have to lay down there again so what’s the point? but when you ask, well, demand him to fold your blanket, he feels a lil dumb.

doesn’t want to contest you because you’re an orgazined person, and he can’t decide for u how you like your stuff… so he does it! i mean… he said he’ll do it, but rn he is umm not quite sure where to start. he’s a smart man though, and it can’t be that difficult!!! like, for the love of god, he knows how to FOLD, obviously! he kills on the daily, can manage weapons like he was born for it (he kinda was born for it lol), so how can a little fluffy miffy blanket scare him?

so he does it. duhhh.. he folds it. but then realizes… the math is NOT mathing?? that doesn’t even makes sense, he made sure to place corner with corner how has that happened?? its a mess! it’s like it was never even folded.

he’s about to give up and say fuck it, who cares? but you care (for some reason) and he cares about what you care, so he tries again, and….. fails again.

on the third try, you spot him. (u hold back a laugh cuz you don’t wanna embarrass him) and then u start teaching.

at first, he pretends he doesn’t need help.

“i know how to fold a blanket… jesus.” he mutters lowly, rolling his eyes, atp trying to convince himself.

he lets you demonstrate though, and he watches, my man STARES.

tojis brows are furrowed he’s got a little concentrated pout as he watches you do it and it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

when he tries again, now with a little more knowledge, he does it slowly, mimicking exactly what you did, EXTREMELY concentrated and…. oh my god, is he BLUSHIN???? ugh he’s the cutest i can’t !!!!! :(

and you just know it’s not a “weaponized incompetence” case because after he sees you doing it one time (fast learner!!) he manages to do it perfectly!!!!! (ok, almost) and never struggles again.

you could tease him for it… but you won’t………. for now.

idk the idea of making a huge man like him a lil embarrassed abt something so silly just makes my heart smile :((( i can’t stop imagining the lil pout ughh

sorry abt the grammar!! english is not my first language. oh and sorry if this got a little too long as well, he drives me crazy!!!!

OHHHHHHHHHHHH:(((((((((((((((((((((((((((((( OH NONNIE I ADORE THIS SO FUCKING MUCH ARE YOU KIDDING MEEE:(((((((((((((((((( THIS IS SO ADORABLEEEE THE GRUMPY OLD MAN IS LEARNING SMTH NEWWW:(((((( the little blush and the pout aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i'm gonna explode what the hellll i agree with you 10000% btw i feel like he really wouldn't care for stuff like this at first but when you tell him that you do care.. he starts to think abt them more too bc your happiness is the most important thing to him

him grumbling to himself and rolling his eyes even though he knows he needs your help omfg i love him so bad HE'S SO CUTEEEEEEE

btw i just thought abt him trying to put a sheet on a weighted blanket and i think that would humble him very quickly too lmao idk if you have one but i do and it's. a very hard task okay you need to learn some tricks for it and only then it gets a little easier,, and if you don't believe me i also let my dad try it when i first got it and it was the funniest sight ever lmao so i do think that toji would struggle with it too and you'd have to give him some tips😭😭😭😭

[vanillapuppygirl]

꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷

hello! my name is ikaros (small name is vanilla!)

i’m 20 years old irl but regress to 3-8, sometimes very rarely 10-13! pronouns are she/it/paw/pup and i’m owned, loved, cared for and married to my caregiver/papa.

posts include text posts, edits, coloring, art, & more!

more info and dni under the split 🐾

i’m autistic, adhd, and have borderline personality disorder. i also have low vision and sometimes find it hard to read images.

i am an age regressor and pet regressor as recommended by my therapist to cope with past trauma, and i’ve been regressing for about four years now! i have been in and out of the community since starting my journey, but i was told that curating a blog and safe space for myself while regressing could be helpful, so that’s what i’m here for!

favorite media includes: my little pony (g1, g3, g4), pokemon, strawberry shortcake, care bears, pretty cure, miffy, bluey, cookie run series, sanrio, webkinz, genshin impact (f2p), star wars, dungeon meshi, & many more!

i do engage in padded regression due to physical and mental trauma. it is NOT sexual for me, and if you believe otherwise please do not interact. i do not post about it often but if that is something that makes you uncomfortable you are free to block.

DNI:

- not safe for work

- horror content (i love spooky otherwise!)

- kink or ddlg account

- demonize cluster b disorders (especially borderline)

- dislike or sexualize padded regression

- zionist or align yourself with them

- post about addiction

- support backyard breeding and designer mixes

[ribbonest]

How to romanticize school?

buy cute stationary ♡

for example, I like pink / grey / brown colors so I’m going to buy pens , notebooks, bag etc with these colors :D also I’m a big fan of sanrio, snoopy, miffy and cute things so I’ll try to buy things which motivate me to use them like yk you just look at it and it’s aesthetically pleasing and you just want to use it.

study like who ? ♡

pick a character who are you going to use as an example ,act like them, feel like the the main character! By acting I mean, use their motto and just be delusional I’m not trying to say that u have to copy them just have fun. For me it’s Elle Woods and I can sit and doing work with "What, Like it’s hard?" , buy cute pink stuff and feel like her yk. As I love to say delulu is the solulu!

YouTube ♡

watch vlogs and bloggers who motivate u ! or u can just put a video for background aesthetics

here are some recommendations

cute outfits ♡

Be dolled up and feel put together ! If u have a uniform, make a cute hairstyle , wear pretty shoes, light makeup, and don’t forget about accessories!

cute hairstyles ୨୧

light makeup ୨୧

essentials ♡

always bring with yourself a book, journal, perfume, hand sanitizer and generally the things that will help u relax and stay put together. I really love looking at my bag and seeing all this stuff I feel like I have everything for all occasions. It doesn’t really matter what u bring, you can even put a plushie. as long as it helps u and makes u happy it all that matters 🫶🏻

playlists , boards etc ♡

basically all the things which can you do on your phone :)

self-care ♡

while studying is important let’s not forget about the most important thing here. Self care. Please, remember that you are a human being and you need breaks! while studying take a little break, eat a snack, read something, or do your favorite hobby. You can easily burnout if you won’t take care of yourself. Balance is the key.

this is all. of course there are things like studying in cafe or pretty notes etc. I just wrote what personally works best for me. Find your own routine and I’m wishing you a big good luck this year 🍀 ♡

[starjxsung]

ily so much star! thank you did such carefully curated responses as well. i couldn’t agree more with the points that you’re making <3 stray kids need to be held accountable. i hate the type of environment this is creating but im glad that it’s motivating people to donate and speak up about palestine.

i wish they’d also make a donation (i’m hoping they have even if it’s anonymous) to show us that in some way they do care. because ofc they have to know, some members, their families and friends are on social media chronically. i just hope they’re not terrible people at the end of the day, because i’ve spent so much energy and money on them that i could’ve spent on a better cause that it’s </333 i really wanted to get a skz tattoo earlier this year but i had a hunch and was like “nah these ppl are humans and they can def disappoint me someday” and im glad it didn’t rn. imma stick to my cartoon tattoos😂

anyways thank you so much for your words always. i love the passionate discourses as well. i’m sad to hear about you wanting to leave but i support you 100% because everything is so insane. please take your time to heal and work on yourself <3 ilysm bb and if you decide to leave know that i always think of you when i see the moon <33

more cat pics to diffuse the tension (this is olive, my bf’s cat and our first actual kitty. she thicc and got the biggest disney eyes <3)

-🐈‍⬛

Hi baby !!

Echoing you on the skz tattoo thing LOL my left arm has been thoroughly covered for the past week while the fandom is in shambles

I don’t think skz are terrible people at all and it’s just a wish I have for people to do more, the same way I’m wishing most celebrities would right now. I saw somebody describe it as “having a moral obligation to do something when you have a platform that lesser-known people wish they had” and I 1000% agree.

I will absolutely take some time to heal and just take a breather from here and I’m continuing to do all that I can in the meanwhile! I hope you’re doing the same and I can’t wait to hear all my updates from you when I get back (though you’re always free to spam my inbox with them until I can respond) ❤️🫶

I don’t have any momo pics from today but I was reminded that it’s been a year since my other cat’s best pic in her dinosaur hat 😭 her name is miffy and she stays at my parents’ house because she and momo don’t get along at all but she’s still the og loml and I see her whenever I get the chance to

(I love you baby!!! Take such good care of yourself and I’ll be back in better spirits 💕)

[miracleheartlight]

─── ❝ 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 ❞ ───

★彡 hi, friends!

my name is val (she/her), and this is where i talk / reblog about my agere and my many interests! also may post my art from time to time. regardless of what im yapping about, all my posts will be sfw!

★彡 my big age is 20 and my little age is around 2-5, give or take! it is involuntary. i consider myself to be mostly independent. have no set cg but i have many understanding and supportive friends who all take good care of me!

★彡 sanrio is my special interest, especially cinnamoroll & friends + sanrio puroland! please ask me anything about sanrio!

i also like project sekai, enstars, love live!, blue's room, miffy, kidcore & yuru-chara. i love nostalgic tv channels like noggin, playhouse disney, & nick jr (- 2012). i also like airports and international travel!

★彡 my favorite sanrio characters are milk, cinnamoroll, espresso, usahana & badtz-maru. cinnamoroll is one of my comfort characters! my 2 other comfort characters are emu otori (prsk) & nazuna nito (enstars)!

★彡 i'm a cosplayer / idol active in NC, which you can follow along on instagram! my image color is yellow!

yellow is my favorite, but i LOVE pastel rainbow.

so, ready to play? LET'S GO!

p.s: the flags used in my icon are the idol caregiver and idol regressor flags!

[vulpinesaint]

i am in the EXACT!! same spot as you with the whole if they wanted to they would. im sittin here trying to be understanding like ohh i know theyre stressed i know theyre goin through it i should reach out first. have to pull myself back by the collar and remind myself they would! if they wanted to! why am i wasting time waiting on them when they are living life just fine without me in it. anyways ive been trying to focus on people who actually do wanna put the effort to be in my life and that there will be future people who will want to too. wishing you the best and peace!!

hiiii my love this has been sitting in the askbox all day cause i wanted to rlly sit down and answer it... finally went to work and did my research project and finished a french assignment so. sitting down for a while. chit chatting. for real though we are in the same space <3 i am a believer in reaching out first! i am! i am perpetually hurt and hurt and hurt when i'm the only one reaching out first but i do believe in it. was talking about this with miffy last night but what rlly stings for me is not getting any response. like they're stressed and they're going through it but they can't take the time to put a little heart react on my "hey i love you i miss you i hope you're doing well" message for Weeks. i think maybe at that point like... in an effort to be nontoxic and reasonable i will say that it's still not someone's fault if they can't get together the effort for that. it's not. but at that point, i don't feel that i can keep spending the effort without seriously draining myself to the point of resenting them or just making myself miserable, and that's where you're so right. you gotta pull away. that's maybe a situation where it's two people who just cannot meet each other's needs and while obviously relationships aren't transactional they do have to be two sided... idk. you might love someone to pieces but if you're not communicating that somehow they're not receiving it. and that's where i reach a point of toxic girlfriend If You Really Loved Me You Would Want Me To Know It.

rambling. anyway absolutely we are in the EXACT same space with pulling ourselves back from things... i spent a lot of my high school years throwing myself wholeheartedly into relationships and putting in tons and tons of emotional labor with absolutely everyone and it had me fucked up but you know what! part of what makes me myself is that i do love being there for people, and i love making people feel safe and heard, and it's part of my love language to go out of my way for someone. so i could've kept doing it and been active listener no. 1 that got all the venting from everyone and doing constant work to make myself a cheery presence online and to be everyone's cheerleader and everyone's older sibling figure and everyone's adoring boyfriend except that with some people who Really counted for me i was getting Nothing back. and it got to a point where it hurt so bad that i pulled myself back entirely for a while and now that i'm starting to really put my Self back into relationships especially online i'm having to do a lot of grabbing my own collar pulling myself back. cause i can tell when i'm putting in effort and effort and effort into a conversation that's just not. warranted. and i know it's going to overextend me and it makes me sad to not put my whole emotional self into relationships with everyone around me but i also know that it won't be good for me? so. trying not to be "i'm always here for you" guy so much and trying not to be "i love you so so so much" guy with people who don't care enough to put the work in for me too in whatever way they do it. and i have people right now who i love SO much who i know love me so much back and i am so happy with that. and thinking about past relationships that i've pulled myself away from makes me a little sad just to know that i had to take myself out of that... but like. you know. you're with me. kissing you we will have people who care enough to Want to and Will. peace and the best to you my love :)

[fullusun]

— to my 해 . . . ‹3

i’m a little nervous writing this ( twins ! i guess now i know how you felt writing yours ) and i know you’re already someone i feel safe enough to share my feelings with, so… bear with me okay ? ^^’ it’s … a lot. i’ve been thinking a lot lately. a lot about … you.

i guess i should start with someone you already know, but i really really do like you a lot. you’re someone i can count on for up and down times, and someone i look forward to seeing all the time. it’s just—you’re just special, you know ? i really, really appreciate you. not just as someone i love, but as a person to spend time with and get to know over time. it makes me feel really appreciated and— and seen, you know ? because i keep thinking … you could have said no. i know i didn’t make it easy but you still chose me of your own free will. i think about that and feel really giddy and ridiculously happy and fun embarrassing stuff like that.

you’re just .. there isn’t a word coming to mind as to how much you mean to me. i love spending time with you and seeing the things that make you happy ( like spending time with milo ^_^ ) and i… um. i want to be the reason ( or one of the reasons, at least — ) that you smile sometimes, if not all the time. and i guess that means i want to make things serious.

so…! i want to officially ask you out! or um, i guess put a label—? uh— what i mean to say is. can i be your girlfriend? i want to make memories with you .. and our son. you’re the sun and i hope to bask in your shine for as long as you’ll let me :)

eep okay i’ve sapped enough um. i L word you a lot! <33

주니 ᥫ᭡

…. :( *ahem ahem*

reading all of this makes me so so happy .. you have no idea. after i hear people tell me that i was too loud or i either don’t talk to much, i rather than not talk at all to anyone new i meet, but when i met you, there was something that told me that i shouldn’t be scared anymore, you know what i’m saying?? your presence is so sweet and calming that i always look forward to seeing you now, crazy how just in a matter of a short time, that’s how much you’ve impacted me. and i … i think i love you 🥹

but hold your horses 🤨 i can’t believe you beat me to it?? but ☹️ the sun can’t be the sun without a moon.. right? i’ll be your sun <3 that’s already a given. i’ll keep you warm when the world seems to be flooding you in a snowbank, and i’ll be the long time sunset between your ribs so i’ll keep your precious heart warm, because who wouldn’t take care of something that’s theirs? and i would absolutely die to spend every single moon with you. !!!! also, i was actually gonna drop off a few gifts because i’m free of the cold now 🥹🥳 but i’d like to give it to you now because well … yeah 🥹 thank you again for being my daisy, my kimchi to my miso & now lastly and finally; my … girlfriend ♡ — 해

i’ll be explaining why !! 1, i got you a miffy bouquet because you actually remind me so much of miffy :( your pretty face reminds me a lot and you’re very :3 miffy. btw i placed the bouquet by myself and with a little bit of help from my noona, she says hi btw ^_^ a wave to earth bracelet because you remind me of my favourite song from them called love <3 and then …. i made jaehyun hyung take some polaroids for you because i know you love them 🥹 they’re limited edition and customized just for you, so don’t tell anyone >:( okay?? don’t try selling them either !! i love you again :]

[cheolhub]

sar happy bday to cheolhub my beloved :3 love u so much and !! this event is so fun and cute ^^ could i request a mood board and playlist hehe >_< u can only do one if that’s too much c:

hi mika!!! i love u,,, thank u so much -3- and yes yes, of course <3

MOODBOARD BASED ON YOUR VIBE!

you remind me a lot of the last few days of winter!! cold, sunny days where it looks like spring, but doesn’t quite feel like (if that makes sense?) BUT it is why i decided to use blue and green for your moodboard :p u also remind me of miffy (idk why) so i added her in there (i added hao too bc i know he’s urs)

[ur playlist does not match this vibe at all but that is ok bc i said it was ok 😊]

NOW PLAYING…

mika mix 🪷

can also be called the ‘men are inferior’ mix 🗣️

✢︎ yuck — charli xcx

idgaf the first time i heard this song, u were the first person i thought of. it reminds me of all the times you would shit talk the men who were in ur phone ^^

✢︎ wave — SEVENTEEN

i am LEGALLY obligated to put one of seventeen’s cuntiest songs in ur playlist,,, u are a girlboss just like this song😁

✢︎ do not touch — MISAMO

i know ur a twice girlie so i was debating on putting this or cry for me and i ultimately decided that this song is perfect and it fits the vibe so so well

✢︎ care — beabadoobee

✢︎ hurt — newjeans

✢︎ consideration ft. sza — rihanna

✢︎ i must apologise — pinkpantheress

⇢ ˗ˏˋ join the birthday bash!  ࿐ྂ

[sunuism]

i haven’t posted in days but i’m alive hehe… i got to tokyo safe and everything went smoothly with immigration and getting into the dorm.also bc one of our classmates from home was nice enough to meet us at the airport and help us get all of our stuff there. anyways i’m just gonna write a long post even though no one cares. anyways i was exhausted from traveling last night so i was in such a bad mood and i just could not feel excited about being here but after falling into a coma and sleeping for 10 hours i felt good. so today we went out and got some necessities bc this dorm room has nothing 🥲 and we went to don quijote which is a store that has eeeeverything from electronics to beauty products to kitchen appliances. and they had a huge sanrio collab so i got some really cute stuff :3 i also got some miffy slippers hehe… anyways then we went to yoyogi park and apparently yoyogi gymnasium is where twice was having a fan meeting today so i saw people everywhere w merch 😭 anyways then we went out to eat and my friend is a vegan which is almost impossible here but there’s actually quite a few vegan places so we found a vegan izakaya and the food was delicious and it was nice also for me as a pescotarian to be able to pick anything off the menu :3 we also had a few drinks and i was in a greattttt mood. i also told them i want to see other people lmao so we decided to pretend not to know each other at the orientation stuff tomorrow :3333 so now i’m pretty excited 🫢 and i was even in such a great mood today that getting my period didn’t even bother me that much…

[grad604-haydenmiddleton]

20 OBJECTS WRITING CUT DOWN EVEN MORE (VER. 3)

Seraph of the End Manga

I watched the Seraph of the End anime for the first time when I was around 13 and ironically, I nearly didn’t finish it, but I’m really glad I stuck with it because now it’s one of my favourite pieces of media of all time.

Burts bees

I used to not take good care of my body at all and Lip balm is just a representation of the changes and routine I made to try and get better when I was depressed. I use lip balm all the time and it’s a simple self care thing that makes me feel better.

Washi tape

Washi tape is a staple at a lot of stationary shops and I can't handle the temptation and usually leave a stationary shop with something. I just like the aesthetics and patterns of washi tape that inspire some of my brightly coloured art, and sometimes I even digitally draw washi tape to emulate physical craft style.

Miffy wallet

Miffy is a rabbit character from the Netherlands and another character I enjoy collecting items from. This Miffy wallet is also a gift from my sister, as she’s always looking out for me and things I might enjoy, as she knows I’m a bit of a collector. Rabbits or rabbit features show up in my work a lot, almost as a representation of myself.

Tamagotchi

This is a Sanrio edition tamagotchi, which only ever came out in Japanese. My sister and I both had tamagotchis around 2010. I watch videos about the timeline and all about the different versions of tamagotchis that were made. It's a nostalgia thing and reminds me to put a childish 2000s flair into my work.

Stickers

I’m a collector, and my stack of sticker sheets is further proof. I get really nervous about using them. I want to keep all of them nice forever. A lot of the stickers are made by artists and often they’re made as merchandise for a show or cartoon I watch. It's been my dream to sell things like stickers myself.

Water cup

I have a love for water and hydrating, like all normal living things do. I genuinely believe drinking a lot more water and staying hydrated throughout the day has made me a happier, healthier person. Everything also just tastes better when drunk with a straw.

Converse

I wore fake Kmart Converse hundreds of times before finally investing in a pair of real Converse. I got them at my mum's insistence since she was sick of me getting blisters with the ill-fitting dupe. Shoes are extremely important to see the world in and to take inspiration from the world around me for my creative practice.

Pokémon cards

I have spent a crazy amount of money on my Pokémon card collection. But for me, it isn’t about pulling the crazy rare and expensive cards, it’s all about collecting the pretty cards or cards I find visually appealing. I collect these to appease my childhood self who wasn't allowed to buy Pokémon cards.

Ticket stubs

Here are some of the ticket stubs or receipts I’ve collected from going to shows. I keep these to preserve the memory of going out with friends or family to watch something. I really enjoy taking in the art and beauty of animated movie as inspiration for my own bright and bold creative style.

Keroppi figure

Keroppi is a frog from Sanrio, and I got this specific figure from a blind box, which means you’re not sure which design or character you’re going to get when you buy the box. I thought it was really cute that I got the one that is shown to be drawing just like a representation of me.

Sonny Angel

At first, I used to think Sonny Angels were creepy but the more I learned about them, the more I was swayed. Of course, they are also just a piece of expensive plastic that we buy and collect, but sometimes it’s about the simple pleasures in life.

Wacom

I got my first Wacom tablet when I was around 12 after borrowing my sister's far too much. I’m actually a horrible physical artist compared to my digital skills which you would think would crossover. This was the first step in taking me down the path of graphic design and helped me realise what I wanted to do for work later in life.

Testosterone

This is my medical prescription for testosterone. I go in every 3 weeks for an injection of this stuff. It took a lot of time to get to this point in my life, but I can confidently say it has made me a happier, more confident person to finally feel like I’m comfortable in my own skin. Cis or not. It’s important for us as people to express ourselves authentically.

Fuggler Box

This box once housed a fuggler, a funny, ugly creature. These toys are meant to be, well, ugly to an extent. They have interestingly shaped bodies, small beady eyeballs, and visible, semi-realistic-looking teeth! Despite the intent of them being made ugly, I find them quite endearing. I like this idea of finding the beautiful behind the ugly.

Grape Fanta

My love for artificial grape flavouring knows no bounds. I don’t even like real grapes! Fizzy drinks, soda, pop, whatever you want to call it, is one of my favourite things to drink as a treat. When I’m feeling down or I’m losing motivation, I treat myself to full strength, full sugar, definitely bad for me, soda.

He/Him Badge

I got this badge just before starting my transition. It was really hard to know inside that I was a man, but people around me didn’t know, which makes sense because I definitely don’t look like a typical man. To be honest, I don’t wear it very much anyway, as I became more confident in myself, and as long as I and the people close to me understood my identity, that’s what mattered most.

Splatoon Amiibo

Splatoon is a video game where you play as a 'squid kid’ (a kid who can also turn into a squid) and hang out in Inkopolis Square, shop for colourful streetwear fashion with unique abilities, and play games of turf war where yo try to paint the majority of the map in your team colour.

Dsi

The DSi was my first ever gaming console. I got it for Christmas one year from my nana when I was 7. This began my love for Nintendo and video games. I played a lot with my sister and they are fond memories. Video games go hand in hand with graphic design as they communicate a story visually and through a creative style.

Tote bag

I started buying tote bags for university thinking they would be cool and convenient. In actuality, they were inconvenient. I still have a considerable collection of them because I think they add to an outfit and you’ll typically see a tote bag as a creatives bag of choice, so I guess I’m just doing my duty as a designer.