#ok srsly im whipped

[seiwas]

ari omfg i am crying at ur tags 😭

idek where to start omg... ill answer every tag/comment as best as i can 🥹 but thank you so much for taking the time to read this!! and write such lengthy comments omg ?!?!?! i know ure such a busy gal 🥺

how much u lost ur mind hELP SDHfbjsa

i get so giddy every time u tell me my prose is pretty pls shdfsa 🥺 and you included all ur favourite bits too!! WAAH

figuring out that first part before the line break was really tricky bc i was trying to figure out how to introduce the whole concept of the fic hsbdfjha and the words just weren't wording... so i am so glad!!! they came out beautifully to you 🥺

and that daydream line!!! i loved writing that daydream line too!! 🥺

and the beach scene!! seeing all of them so happy!! omg that scene healed my soul for real sdfbh it ached in the best way!! writing it was kinda cathartic bc i think this was around the time sht was happening to gojo in the manga 😭 and OFC. the only way yuuji will exist in this universe is if he's HAPPY. i have made that rule.

the line on scattering them to the wind to the sand to the sea sabfsajhf the image in my mind for that was ashes omg it sounds so dark saying it like this but the idea of spreading the ashes in meaningful places

and their pseudo family!! UGH i love them so much

and you're SO REAL ABOUT HIS CUTE ASS SHORTS LOL he does look hot in it fr lol he could wear pink rubber ducky shorts and still look good i hate him he is so insufferable

THE LINE ABOUT BEING HIS FAVOURITE PLACE REDISCOVERED IS ONE OF MY FAVE LINES TOO 🥺 im so glad you like it

also ari u r one of the funniest ppl i know and ur tags show it bc i laughed at 'god knew he was hot and had to create a flaw that wasn't just how annoying he is' HHAHAHAHA ... he's so pasty white it's impossible for him not to burn i stg

i also!! rlly liked that slathering love all over his chest line sdfbs bc i found it so satisfying to parallel with slathering sunblock LOL

and omg ari 🥺 you realising you love col reader is so real bc writing that fic made me realise how much i love col reader too hSBHFBSAHF i just think!!! she loves him so much yknow like... so purely and so selflessly and patiently ill sob

and the sun line!!! omg gojo i Whipped with a capital double you JBFghdfb

and OK i will say. HE ISNT THAT BAD AT BEACH VOLLEYBALL. def not better than suguru but likE he's just a lil distracted in this game 🥺 and he is so down bad that he indeed yes did print a picture in his wallet 😭

i also firmly believe that gojo is so sentimental but tries so hard not to show it asjhbdfs and u using that bald emoji is so funny PLS ++ i think the remembrances make up for the memories and people he's lost sbdhs and it's achey and sad but that's why i think he's so lowkey sentimental with things

and i could never send u to a mental hospital ari i love everything u have to say ALWAAAYSSS i appreciate you so much for pointing out your favourite bits 🥺

i am sooooo happy that you love col reader as much as i do omg jsahbdf. i just think she's so full of love. kind of bottomless rlly. insane how satoru even bagged her in the first place (good thing he knows it lol)

AND CRYING AT YOU LOSING YOUR MIND OVER A SITUATIONSHIP HELP SDHBASDF ok in gojo's defense i GUESS and reader's defense gshdfhs i feel like they've gone thru so much together that the labels hardly matter at that point 😭 it's ok. they r very much committed. esp he.

AND FR. MY HC IS THAT HE'S INTO GIRL IDOL GROUPS SHDFBHSA

AND WAAH dialogue is so tough for me and i rlly wanted to make the 'making it official' scene a bit diff than what's expected hsbfhsa fso im glad you liked that bit of dialogue in it 🥺

AND LOVE CHANGING YOU!! ALSO ONE OF MY FAVE TAKES EVER!!!

and so real omg col reader pouring him a glass of water truly solidified my love for her lmao i would full on be ignoring his ass

AND SRSLY ME TOO AFTER HIM SAYING BE MAD. IDT I COULD TAKE HIM CRYING EITHER DBFAJSH id be mean at the start but... one shaky breath im GONE

AND IKR. I THINK. gojo's a little loose lipped sometimes LIKE SDFBAS idt he even intends for it to come out but when the feelings r too high up it just spills out yKNOW???

AND THAT OCT 31 LITERALLY SAME ARI. SHFVAHSB and you GET IT!! omg what i was trying to convey... that reader doesn't force him to go back to bed but stays with him 🥺 esp since she knows it's hard for him to fall back asleep 🥺 knowing how to love him!!! exactLYYYY!!! 🥺🥺🥺

omg and the spicy scenes pLSLSSJHASBFHGSDFj

WAAAHHH pls dont apologise... for copy pasting omg ...i do the same w ur fics PLS WAAH im so glad you enjoyed this and u r so sweet w ur comments and tags and evrything WAHHH I LOVE U

₊˚⊹。so this is what it means to be in love | gojo satoru

wc: 8.9k

summary: gojo finds out what it really means to be in love. 

contains: f!reader in mind, friends to lovers (prev. slowburn), suggestive scenes, might be mature/mildly explicit? (i only mention ‘butt’ once though…), ‘being in love’ as a journey, almost like a falls in love first (you) vs. falls in love harder (gojo), they fight, they swear, character death/s mentioned, shibuya onwards spoilers, lots and lots and lots of love

a/n: this is better read after the other parts in the collection but can work as a stand alone too!, there’s a jump between this and tell me about love (show me how) so gojo would have developed a lot in the relationship since then! 

collection masterlist: conversations on love  2.5. and my body keeps saying (it's yours) -> 03. so this is what it means to be in love + (extended scene) too good to be mine -> 3.5a. this feeling inside of me—

MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT.

this is a re-upload! (because i accidentally deleted the original one!)

Gojo catches onto love slowly.

He takes the hand you leave open just for him, and closes the space between your palms, reducing infinity. 

Maybe he’s felt it all this time without knowing; after all, love looks a lot less profound as friends in your early 20’s. 

But being in it—being in love? That’s uncharted territory. 

Gojo’s been to a lot of places, has travelled back and forth from point-to-point endlessly. He’s survived battles, a war, near-death, and cursed spirits reincarnate; he’s got eyes—two bright blue and an extra four hidden, ones that see beyond human comprehension. Unearthing this simple truth shouldn’t shake him, shouldn’t even faze him. If anything, he should have seen it coming—

Except, he doesn’t. 

It sneaks up on him, bit by bit, until he finds that being in love means getting to experience you all over again, just differently.

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It starts with the little things. 

Gojo has known you for so long (a decade and a few years more), but has only recently begun to notice everything: how your baby hairs stick out in the humidity of summer, the way you purse your lips in thought before finally deciding on a drink to order. You play with your fingernails subconsciously, out of habit, the soft taps on your nail beds an accompaniment of anxious conversations you’ve had since you were 23. 

He knows you always blink twice before focusing on him, and it’s a mystery whether this is a recent development or something he’s just never noticed, but if you’re trying to enchant him by the flutter of your eyelashes, he wants to let you know that it’s working—except, he knows that you aren’t, because you’re just like that: a daydream without even trying. 

These aren’t new things; he’s sure he’s probably encountered them all before, but lately they’ve evolved into cute things, and there’s no hiding the slight curve of his lips every time he spots them. 

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The sun is beaming brighter this summer, the ocean a faraway blur from the beach towel you set up under the shade. Going to the beach is never your go-to when you think of an extremely hot afternoon, but Yuuji’s been eyeing a weekend getaway since sorcerer work’s lessened significantly. 

‘It’s a good effort,’ Gojo convinces you, ‘to get everyone together again.’

And it is—you see it now: Yuuji and Megumi preparing to fling Yuuta into the water while Nobara and Maki race along the shoreline. Toge stays close to Panda but he watches fondly, eyes crinkling every now and then, happy. 

When you blink, the image of them softens—a captured memory in the heat haze. 

The only older ones here are you and Gojo; Shoko’s always disliked the stickiness of sunblock on her skin, and Ijichi’s new position has made him constantly busy. Somewhere in the distance, you can maybe envision Nanami. He wouldn’t come if you or Gojo asked, but if it were Yuuji—

You rub at your eye, resting your chin on your hand as you will your tear ducts to please, don’t cry. 

Yuuji's been smiling a lot more lately, an observation you note from the way his ears are perked up every time you look his way. It’ll never be the same as it used to be but it’s relieving to know that he can exist living as himself now. Just Yuuji. 

You hug your knees tighter to your chest, wrapping your arms around it. Your place under the coconut tree provides ample enough shade but your back still burns from Gojo haphazardly slathering sunscreen on it after hearing an ice cream stand from miles away. 

The mind is a weird place to be at times like this—split into bittersweet reminiscing and telling yourself to just take this moment and breathe, to live in it. You think about Megumi, and how you hurt for him, always will, for all that he’s lost despite every attempt to avoid it.

You should have been there for Tsumiki, you could have been there for both of them. 

Your guilt never leaves you even on days that shine as vividly as this, but perhaps that’s the silver lining—that they’re still with you, always. You can carry pieces of them to these places, and scatter them to the wind, to the sand, to the sea, and maybe to the ice cream stand Gojo’s waiting in line of, surrounded entirely by kids. They all rise to half his size, but if you squint, you think the bounce in his step makes him blend right in. 

A chuckle escapes you. 

You could sort through your memories and land on one where he looks just like this—freakishly large limbs towering over a tiny, excited Tsumiki. Back then, an ice cream stop after school consisted of your pseudo-family of four, with Megumi on your hand and Tsumiki on his leg, both gripping tightly to combat a chilly 10°C.

Things are different now, evidently. Megumi’s outgrown it, and Tsumiki is no longer here. But Gojo has stayed the same, and it’s comforting to know that he will continue to be this Satoru, your Satoru, even when some things are gone. 

You don’t realize you’ve spaced out until he waves the ice cream cone while walking towards you.  

Gojo is a sight in trunks the color of his eyes, with seahorses and starfishes in an alternating pattern of peachy-pink against cerulean blue. 

You could have sworn you asked for your own cone, but he plops down beside you holding only one. For the both of you. The side-eye you give him is almost criminal, if not deadly, but your lips twitch from the smile you’re hiding (terribly). 

He raises an eyebrow and you break character, shaking your head while laughing. 

“Did you eat the other one on the way here?” you tease, craning your neck to lick at the bottom scoop (vanilla-strawberry-vanilla, Gojo’s signature order). 

Your tongue lands dangerously close to his fingers, and he feels it, but his eyes only land on you—your lips, how they part for your tongue to glide smoothly on his–both of your–dessert. You look every bit of an angel in the soft, pale hues of your bikini, but Gojo’s thoughts are anything but saintly. 

He blushes furiously, the tips of his ears and nose bright red as he turns away from you quickly. 

“I’m fulfilling your dream of sharing an ice cream cone with me.” he tilts his chin up, proud, smirking slightly. He jokes about it knowing full well that this is his dream come true, just by the look of you. 

You stay quiet, rolling your eyes but never meanly, no. You only ever do it fondly—he knows, being on the receiving end of it one too many times. 

The beach towel scrunches when you scoot closer, looping your arm around his as you both rest your elbows on your knees. Gojo holds the cone between you two, tipping it towards you when it’s your turn to lick. 

He shouldn’t stare, shouldn’t hyperfixate, but it’s so cute how you get the tiniest bit of ice cream on the tip of your nose—as if it belongs there, soft and sweet just like the rest of you. 

You look up to find Gojo gazing at you, eyes glimmering like sunlight on the ocean, and a tiny smile that only widens when he realizes you’ve caught him red-handed. Your eyes narrow suspiciously, scrunching your nose in an effort to stop yourself from grinning. 

When Gojo looks at you this way, as if you are his favorite place rediscovered, your heart thumps furiously against your ribcage. 

“What…” you drawl, your smile impossible to hide in the lilt of your voice. 

Gojo thinks he can count every eyelash, every speck of sand dotting your face, and stil not be bored of you. He can’t stop beaming. 

Is this what it means to be in love with you? 

“Nothing.” he replies, almost giggling, a little bashful but with every inch of sincerity. You know that smile, the only one that holds every ounce of Satoru. Gojo smiles big and wide to everyone else, but this small one you know, is reserved just for you. 

He leans in, lips coming closer to brush against the tip of your nose. Your eyes fall shut, instinctively, and the pink dot is wiped clean, a hint of strawberry dancing on his palate. He’s done this more times than he can count, has gotten this near to know that close will never be close enough, but you still jolt a bit—PDA has never been your thing. 

When he pulls away, you continue to stare at each other, locked in a gaze until the ice cream begins to drip down his fingers and onto the beach towel. It misses his trunks by a hair and you both laugh at how he belatedly tries to escape it even though it’s already there. 

It’s indescribable, this moment, seeing you in slow motion, laughing as bright as the sun—the sweetest sound he’s ever heard. It takes every bit of him to look away so he can wipe his hands clean from the dripping dessert.

You hand him a packet of wipes and beckon him to sit in front of you after. Squeezed onto the palm of your hand is a copious amount of sunscreen you plan to slather all over him. A touch-up, if you will. 

Gojo has sensitive skin, pale as bond paper and burns just as quickly. The high points of his face are already reddening, warm to the touch when you dab at them with sunscreen. 

You’re so near, so close, sitting cross-legged in front of him with your knees touching his. The tip of your tongue sticks out just slightly as you focus on his skin. 

Even though he knows, he still wonders what your lips would taste like, SPF chapstick and crumbly bits from the wafer cone. He wonders what your eyelashes would feel like, fluttering over his own. 

The light casts a halo around you and he thinks it’s fitting for all that you do. You pamper him like this, slather love all over his chest and back, massage it in so it dissolves into him—and he feels it so deep that he tastes it.

How can your love be so sweet? He thinks, sighing as your fingers work sunscreen up his neck from his collarbone. You always apply his skincare like this: upwards, gently—‘no tugging, please!’—something about keeping his baby face even when he’s old. 

“You should join them,” you mumble, rubbing more product onto the nape of his neck. You’re leaning over his shoulder, neck brushed against his cheek. 

Gojo hums, watching everyone from a distance. It’s been a while since he’s had a day like this. 

“But maybe after 30 minutes, so the sunblock doesn’t wash off. You’re already burning.” you note, coming back to sit. 

Of course, he’s already burning. How can he not when the sun is right in front of him? 

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You join everyone for a game of beach volleyball in the sunset of the afternoon. You’re transported back to high school, the last time you did this—you and Satoru against Shoko and Suguru, with Haibara keeping score. 

From the way Gojo’s eyes are glossed over, you can tell he’s thinking about it too, the memory having seared itself into your brains forever, it seems. 

Being paired together should feel familiar—the same, but it doesn’t—isn’t, because Gojo can’t concentrate, sneaking glances to notice all the little things about you that he never used to. Your skin shines from the combination of sweat and sunscreen, and when you crash into him it’s both sticky and slippery. He should really ask for a time-out before you blind him completely. 

You look unfairly good in your bikini, too good he can barely hear you calling for him; between the ocean and his blood rushing, any other sound is drowned out into nothing. 

Maki and Yuuji absolutely demolish the both of you, reaching 15 first in the final set. Gojo blames the loss on you of course, even though he’s missed every pass you’ve sent his way and netted 60% of his spikes. 

And maybe it technically is your fault—you and your (very distracting) little things. But it’s entirely on him that he’s fallen for it, fallen for you as much as this. 

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Gojo thinks of love differently when he sees a picture of himself and all it does is remind him of you.

There’s a photo tucked safely in his wallet (saved and set as his homescreen too). Shoko snorts when she walks in on him printing it, all six-foot-three of him hunched over the small inkjet printer in the faculty room. 

“It’s all digital now, Satoru,” she scoffs, taking a puff on her cigarette. 

Gojo doesn’t say anything even though he knows it’s true, too focused on watching the printer push out the two-by-three inch image he’s about to cut into. 

Print photos aren’t as important anymore when cloud storage spaces are just as–if not more–accessible, but Gojo is admittedly sentimental despite every front he puts up to hide it. 

He’s kept every single gift you’ve given him and camouflaged it as decoration in his office, and the family drawing 10-year-old Tsumiki made is still folded between the pages of a self-help book Yaga had given him when he first decided to teach. 

When every moment is experienced so vividly, seen through a muddle of infinite energies, there are those he wishes could stay still—ones that take up space to remind him: ‘this is real, it happened, and here is proof that it did’. 

He already has one of all of you, fresh-faced and barely pushing the peaks of youth at 16. A tangle of arms wrapped around each other—one of his gripping tightly on Suguru, and the other hanging loosely over you. Utahime is crouched in front, holding the hand you’ve placed on her shoulder while pulling Shoko into a semi-squish-semi-hug (because out of the four of you, Shoko is her favorite—completely valid; if given the choice, she’d be your favorite too). Nanami and Haibara stay close to Suguru, squatting low to balance the photo, and Haibara is smiling, the ever cheery grin Suguru loves to dote on, while Nanami is Nanami—sharp features and a serious gaze that you all know he’ll grow into someday, handsome with age. 

For the longest time, Gojo has kept that photo hidden, locked away in the drawer of his bedside table as if keeping it there means the memory will stay guarded forever—untouched, unspoiled, unruined. 

It would have stayed there if you didn’t stumble upon it while looking for his painkillers during another one of his skull-crushing migraines. 

You approach him with the image hesitantly, eyes damp and glossy. Years have faded the colors ever so slightly, but the corners remain crisp from being stowed away neatly. You say sorry, that you shouldn’t have looked through his things, but you remember the moment it was taken so fondly: a visit to the Kyoto campus on a one-day break to train with other students. 

Gojo has many theories about time and the multitude of spaces it takes—like how a person can exist at different points in time, disparate at each instance, and still take up the same big chunk of space. The opposite can be true too, that someone can live finitely (just once) and occupy spaces in every place you look: the face of a passerby down the road, a sign at the corner of the street, or even a photograph that immortalizes people you once knew. 

He only shares when you ask, aware that he tends to be a bit of a nerd about it whenever it’s brought up, but you don't mind. You like listening to it all, no matter how insightful or confusing they are for you to make sense—a version of him not many get to witness. His explanations are comprehensible for the most part, except—

When Gojo tells you that he’s kept the image in his drawer, hidden, because exposing it to the space-time that exists now will erase every reminder that it ever happened, you hug him tightly. 

Your sniffles are heard from the way his head is tucked into the crook of your neck, your fingers gripping strands of his hair in empathy. 

He considers your near-tears as a sign that the memory is long gone, decayed into the brittling tragedy of reality. But you smile, the corners of your lips bittersweet as you express disbelief that he’s kept it all this time. 

You tell him delicately that some precious things are meant to be celebrated, put out to be remembered—to be experienced. 

And it becomes clearer to him then, by the look in your eyes and remembrance soft-spoken, that what good is a photo unseen? 

What good is a love unwitnessed?

When you gift him a frame a year after finding the photo, he hangs it by the wall next to his office door. The image is painful to look at, always has been (even when it was hidden in his drawer)—during Suguru’s defection, and death anniversaries especially. 

The recent one for Nanami was heavy; the first time he’s ever been able to process grief fully. 

Gojo can argue that it grows more difficult every time he catches a glimpse of it from his desk, but you have a way of honoring pain that doesn’t make it sting as bad—that turns it into a reminder of a love that was once there, of feelings that hurt as evidence that someone cared. 

Now, he wants another photo printed, one of just the two of you. Not because it hurts, but because he wants this precious thing to be remembered and seen—for this love to be witnessed too. 

It’s self-timered, snapped under the shade of a cherry blossom tree in full bloom. The picture is far from perfect: your eyes bright and mouth open mid-fear of his phone falling off the bridge railing. 

You may look a teensy bit funny, but Gojo will always find it cute. Anyone can see it, at how he looks at you in that moment—like you are every bit worthy of the distance travelled and seasons waited. He gazes at you fondly, eyes holding clear skies and pink lips curling into a small smile. 

It’s cheesy, but if you ask him what he thinks about this year’s flowers, he’ll tell you none of them (not even any of them combined) could compare to you. The cherry blossoms could be gone and he’d still see them everywhere (in the softness of your lips, the fullness of your cheeks, the radiance you emit when you are truly, solely content and happy). 

He remembers that afternoon well: the spring breeze that jolts his phone sideways, his hand resting on your lower back, unseen in the image. There’s no real reason for visiting the blossoms on this day of all days, but Gojo doesn’t believe in coincidences, and he’s counted down exactly to a year since you both had your first kiss.

It’s so silly, because he’s never thought of things like this before. He knows you probably don’t think much of it either considering that neither of you have made anything official yet since. 

And he feels a little stupid for that, honestly. 

You have a drawer of his clothes for the nights he stays over (more often than not), and even though you go on these little trips that are so obviously dates, you both still just tell everyone you’re ‘hanging out’.

He’s not fooling anyone here, not when he looks at you then with the feeling of his chest expanding, stretching to accommodate the overflows of his affection since learning the ways to love you—tenderness caught in little pixels of eternity.  

When Gojo goes through all 179 photos from that afternoon, he filters out the ones to delete and picks this one out especially—favorites and resizes it to fit his home screen and his wallet too. 

There’s something about the look on his face that reminds him of every time he’s caught the same one on you. 

He slides the photo into the little sleeve behind his credit card, catching himself smiling—this must be because of you, he thinks, and the bits and pieces of yourself that have somehow become part of him slowly, sneaking into him unknowingly.

If this is what it means to be in love, with you, then he’s fucked. 

Don’t you know that he’s insatiable? These traces of you will only make him want the whole of you. 

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You find the photo while he rushes to the restaurant restroom. On ‘hang out’s like this, you insist on splitting the bill, but Gojo has always been stubborn and you’ve learned that you can never argue. 

He hands you his wallet to pay with his card, and when you slide it out, the photo falls. It’s face down on the floor when you pick it up, fully expecting it to be a photocard of some idol you know Gojo follows. 

But it isn’t, and your smile widens. 

When Gojo comes back, you’re looking up at him affectionately, biting your lips as if to stop yourself from speaking—the same way he always does. 

It’s funny because, slotted between your two fingers is the photo he’s kind of flustered you found, but he has no time to be embarrassed when he sees a little bit of himself in the way you’re staring at him right now.

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“So, Yuuji asked if we were together.” 

You quirk an eyebrow, looking up at Gojo from the pile of laundry you’ve begun folding on your bed. He emerges from the bathroom, ruffling his hair with a towel. 

Over the past year, Gojo has spent his weekends off with you, sleeping over and traipsing around your room in his pajama set as if he’s lived here just as long as you. 

You snort as you fold, amused that this is even a question to begin with. Yuuji’s always been known for being exceptionally dense, but you didn’t think it was this bad. Gojo was especially touchy with you during that beach trip, and you’re sure Megumi and Nobara have caught up to let him know by now, somehow. 

“What made him ask?” 

“I think he wants to take you away.” Gojo teases, wiggling his eyebrows as he throws the towel on the chair across your vanity. 

You roll your eyes, still sweetly, indulging him, “Sure.” 

It’s now a running joke that Gojo’s threatened about Yuuji stealing you; you’ve always had a soft spot for bright eyes and even brighter souls and Yuuji is as close to that as anyone can get.

It’s not like that though, it could never be; Yuuji is just like your Megumi—the two boys you want to protect and care for in hopes of treating them better than their lives have ever. 

Gojo feels the same, you know, otherwise he wouldn’t have guided them as much as he has (despite his... questionable ways). Still, your hands have always been gentler, kinder—and though shorter, have always outstretched much farther than his. 

You have a way of inching yourself into people’s lives that just fits. He’s experienced it first-hand, can’t even dare to imagine what his life would be like if you didn’t. 

He walks across the room to you, bed dipping as he steadies a knee before draping his entire body over your shoulders. 

Now that you think about it, it makes sense that Yuuji’s confused, because Gojo has always been extremely touchy to everyone, just never when the feelings mattered, with you. Kiss him once, though, and it snowballs into an avalanche of firsts. And what he’s about to do right now, he thinks, might just trigger another one to form all together. 

“As if I’d let him.” he mumbles right by your ear, chin tucked by the crook of your neck. It tickles when he speaks, his nose poking at your cheeks. 

“Who put you in charge?” you scoff jokingly, unfazed. 

He moves away from you in disbelief, mouth open as he stares at you mindlessly folding.

To be fair, he can’t fault you. You aren’t technically official even though you have kind-of-been for a little over a year. There’s no particular reason, just that you haven’t talked about it—part because you wanted him to approach it whenever he was ready, and also, because it just never seemed like a priority.

You laugh as he stares at you, stunned into silence, the pout on his face borrowed from all the versions of yours. 

There’s no point of contention because you’ve only ever loved Gojo since you were 17. 

“Kidding,” you kiss his cheek as an apology. 

“Don’t even joke about that.” he huffs, you’re starting to take after him a little too much.

“You’re mine.” he murmurs after, arms wrapped around your waist and legs stretched out wide to encase you. 

He says it as if it is the simplest truth. 

Your heartbeat quickens, too loud and pounding; this is the first time you’ve ever heard this from him, and a part of you thinks this is just another one of those flirty side-comments he makes on a whim.

“You tell him that?” you hope he can’t hear your voice shake as he nuzzles your neck, your fingers trembling on the pair of socks you have yet to roll. 

He hums, hugging you tighter. He waits for you to finish folding before letting you lean against him, offering his fingers for you to fiddle with. They’re cold, long and slender, veiny just by a bit, and he always gives them to you like they’re yours, you like to think. 

There’s an inhale, a breath of hesitation, before he exhales.  

“Something like it.” 

You don’t say anything, only nod, and it’s nerve-wracking. He’s so nervous even though he knows he doesn’t have to be because it’s just you. And there’s no need to doubt what you’re feeling. But—

“You are though,” he pauses, “right?” 

He has to be sure. This is a testament to you more than himself that he’s learned to ask instead of bulldozing you like he does with everyone else. Who else will he pick that up from but you? 

There’s hesitation you hear that you think shouldn’t be there anymore; the fact that you’ve given so much of yourself to this man and he still thinks you’re unsure—

“‘Cause I’m yours.” he speaks, clearly, definitively, before you can even answer. And you know—you’ve known ever since that party years ago. A simple admittance: ‘I’m taken’. 

You turn around to face him, eyes shimmering. 

Can he see? You’re meant for him only. 

All you’ve ever wanted was to love him; everything else he’s done up until this point is already more than you could ever imagine. The labels can only do so much to capture the gravity of what you are to one another: years of history unpacked into a mishmash of feelings overlapping—it’s a lot.

You sit cross legged in front of him, your knees touching his. He’s biting his lips again, an anxious habit you want to kiss away. 

Gojo has proven far too much of himself already that he’s serious with you—your kind-of-confession, that confrontation, and the days after, all the ways you’ve both learned to love each other. 

You cup his cheeks. 

A single word cannot possibly define what he is to you.

“I mean, o-only if you want me to be.” he adds on, blue eyes darting back and forth.

Gojo runs his mouth almost all the time and you’ve never heard him stutter once in his life. Except now. 

He’s endearing like this—a version of him you are slowly discovering. 

“Wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” you finally say, and it’s a relief. 

He feels good, releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding. His arms pull you closer, hugging you tighter as you both smile. 

He kisses you once, twice, maybe a million times all over, travelling across your eyelids, the center of your forehead, down to the corners of your mouth before landing a real one right on your lips. 

Gojo always looks pretty but he looks prettiest like this, worry-free, with love in his eyes and nothing but pure happiness in the way he holds you. 

He won’t tell you that Yuuji asked about your anniversary, not if you were together. 

At least now he has an answer.

Gojo stares at you like he wants to say something, a thank you maybe, but he bites his lips instead. No words will ever amount to this feeling, he thinks, of his chest expanding and heart hammering. So he kisses you with all of it, trailing soft smacks of his lips down your neck, tickling. The tips of his hair are still wet from his shower, leaving droplets on your skin as he nips. 

You laugh—sprinkled in love. 

“S-stop!” you push him away, “Satoru,” giggling, “tickles!” 

“We have to consummate it now.” he whispers, grabbing you by the waist to place you on his lap, squeezing your sides while nibbling at your neck playfully. 

You roll your eyes at his antics, “It’s not–” you laugh out loud when he pinches your hips, “–marriage, Satoru.” 

Oh, if only you knew, he thinks. 

The image you’ve planted in his head is dangerous when he’s this drunk on love right now. 

More decades, more years spent with you? In another life, or maybe even in this one, if time permits, he wouldn’t mind making that come true. 

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It’s crazy how much things can change—for all his life, he’s ruled out the possibility of love ever taking root in his ribcage. 

You’ve managed to make it feel so easy, so good, even when he was shit-terrified not knowing how to love you like he should. 

Now, he thinks, how could he ever miss out on love this way? A love this good, with you? 

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For all of Gojo’s life, he’s never had to be anyone else—always the strongest, the only one. He’s never had to change anything about himself, because what’s there to improve when you’re already the best?

In a way, this is why it works with you. You’ve taken him as he is, all the good and ugly and never asked for anything more than what he can give. 

But being this in love with you—it’s foreign. There are pieces within him shifting, all on their own without him knowing. 

How he wants to be better, for you. To be good enough to deserve all of it, and give back more of it too. 

Gojo doesn’t realize how much love has changed him until he feels it uprooting every insecurity he never even knew existed, pulling it all up to the surface. 

When things are going great, it’s hard to imagine them ever going the other way. 

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“You don’t mean that.” you mumble, voice trembling.

Gojo stares at you, at your lips quivering and the fists clenched to your sides. There are tears collecting in pools by your eyes, and if there’s anything else he hates in this world, it’s seeing you cry. 

So why?

Why couldn’t he just shut up? 

“Please tell me you don’t mean that,” you take a step closer, gripping the edge of his jacket, “Satoru.” your voice cracks, begging. 

It’s an out-of-body experience when Gojo registers that he’s fucked up, and he sees himself now, bird’s-eye-view, and thinks this is the worst thing he could do to you after all you’ve been through. 

“I need some time to think,” he says, finally, the only words coming out of his mouth—but he can’t hear himself speaking. 

He should have said sorry, taken it all back, he thinks, not make it worse by leaving. 

He heads for the door, heart crunching under each footstep away from you. 

Is this what being in love’s supposed to do? Break his heart while yours is bleeding?

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You’re too good for Gojo, in every sense of the word—and he knows it.

You are far too kind, far too generous, far too patient with him. You give him more love than he deserves, definitely, and admittedly enough, with how he is, you have been settling for the bare minimum but that’s on him, not on you. 

He had no right speaking to you the way he did, hurting you with accusations born from insecurities he’s never before had to deal with. 

He knows it. 

Who accuses you of ‘meddling’ as if everything out of you doesn’t come from the goodness of your heart? Of provoking you with ‘chasing the bare minimum’ as if he isn’t aware that that’s all he’s given you to work with? 

Utahime was right in telling you to be careful with him, and he doesn’t blame her for it. He would have done the same. 

He should have told you there was something brewing inside of him already—should have talked to you instead of bursting from all the things people have been saying lately.

Gojo hasn’t spoken to you in three days and the feeling this compares to is worse than anything else he’s ever had to face. 

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He knocks on your door at night, a little past dinner and too early for bedtime. They echo loudly within the walls of your apartment, and you drag yourself up despite your obvious look of heartbreak. 

Gojo hears your footsteps and everything moves entirely too slowly; the lock, taking far too long to turn, the gap between the door and the door frame widening incrementally. Even your face comes into view as if in stop motion, frame-by-frame, gradually.

His hands are in his pockets, lips bitten to bleed. He’s pretty sure he isn’t breathing when he takes you in—puffy eyes and a sweater that belongs to him. 

(Is it sick of him to say that he still finds you beautiful this way? Even when you look every bit the part of heartache?) 

Gojo didn’t have a plan coming here, didn’t have a list of things to say, just the feeling that he needed to talk to you, see you, even just be around you today. 

When your eyes meet, it’s quiet. You stare into him for one–two–three– (Can you tell that they’re watery? Can you see they’re puffed up too?) and then open the door wider to let him in. You head straight to the kitchen, never once looking back while dragging your feet. 

He stands outside a few seconds more, waiting for you to take it back—but you don’t, so he walks in and closes the door.

He’s been in your apartment plenty of times before, has practically lived in it by how often he stays over. But this is the first time he’s felt wholly out of place, not knowing where to put himself, just standing in the space between your kitchen counter and the living room awkwardly.

You push a glass of water towards him and he can’t stop staring at it—at you, at your fingers that he wants nothing more now but to hold. 

Even with all his faults, all his wrongs, you open your arms for him to walk into, allow him in as if he didn’t just hurt you. 

And he wants to cry, at the fact that this place still feels like home, at how it’ll always feel that way wherever you go. 

How are you still treating him so kindly? Still taking care of him? A glass of water is one too many for someone like him. 

You turn away from him to pour yourself your own then he speaks—

“You should be angry with me.” Gojo says softly, but you hear it. 

You pause, tilting the pitcher back upright. 

“Why aren’t you angry at me?” he says, a little louder this time, more desperate, more pleading.

Why are you never angry at me? he wants to ask. 

You turn around to face him, putting the pitcher down.

Under your kitchen lights, his eyes shine like sunlight on the ocean, waves lapping on the shore. You think it might be a trick of the light, but his lips tremble when he closes them, as if he can’t speak any more. 

It’s just as you’ve said, there’s no point being angry with him when your heart can never take it. 

You always give Gojo the benefit of the doubt, and though he’s hurt you—though this might be the most painful thing he’s told you yet, you know that he’s been under immense pressure lately. Stressed beyond belief from negotiating with the government on policies for jujutsu society. 

It’s not an excuse, you know, but Gojo always has his reasons. He'll tell you eventually, you believe that much. 

You give him a sad smile, struggling to stop your tears from spilling. His fists are clenched too tightly, nails digging in hard enough to bleed. He hasn’t moved since coming in, so you push yourself off the kitchen sink towards him. 

You take his hands first, unfurl each finger pressed upon his palm and rub gently. He cries quietly for a love so pure that only you would attempt to ease his hurt despite the pain he’s dealt you. 

You tiptoe second, pulling the sleeves of your (his) sweater before reaching up to wipe his eyes—beautiful and blue just like you’ve always known, droplets of the ocean at your fingertips. 

“Be mad,” he whispers, “please.” squeezing his eyes tightly. 

It hurts more when you aren’t, he thinks. 

His hand comes up to grip your wrist, bringing it down to cup his cheek. You stroke your thumb across his skin, soothing, loving, and that’s all it takes for him to pull you in. He hugs you tight, arms wrapped around you, clutching. 

He wouldn’t deserve you. In any life.

Gojo’s never cried this much before, head pressed to your neck as you rub circles along his back, shushing him softly. You start sniffling too, small at first until it turns into soft hiccups when you finally cry. 

Your grip on him tightens. 

“‘M sorry.” he mumbles, lips moving against your neck. 

“‘S–” you hiccup, “–okay.” 

“Stop saying that when it’s not,” he presses against you, nuzzling your neck, “I hurt you.”

“Then don’t–” another hiccup, “–call yourself–” hic, “–bare minimum.” you cry harder. 

Gojo knows your heart and the tears that leak out of your eyes; he knows they hold pain for more than just yourself but every single person in your life. You, crying now, is evidence of that truth—shedding tears for him not just because of him when he thinks he’s the bare minimum. 

This must be what it means to be truly, deeply loved, he thinks, to have someone know what you mean without even having to speak it—to know your heart, and all the good and bad parts of it. 

“I don’t think I’m good enough to you,” he admits, pulling himself away from you.

When he sees your face, wet, with your nose and eyes puffed up from crying, he decides that he hates it more than anything else. Makes it sick to his stomach, even. 

He cradles your cheeks, thumbs wiping away your tears. A whole hand of his could cover your face entirely, but he always, without fail, holds you delicately. 

“That’s not–” hic, “–true.” you gather your breathing, holding him by the wrists as he presses his forehead against yours. “Only I get to decide that. Not anyone, not you.” 

You kiss his lips, a small peck before nudging his nose with yours. You soothe each other this way—in the quiet, swaying to your own tune. 

“You’re good to me plenty, Satoru.” you whisper, once both of you have settled. 

He opens his eyes to look at you, smiling sadly as he cradles your face, “I didn’t mean it.” 

Whatever he told you that day, taking it all out on you.

“I know.” you mumble, nodding. 

You always do. 

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Gojo has always loved you, in some type of way—as friends, colleagues, a-little-bit-more-but-less-than what you are today. 

But how he feels right now? It’s kind of ridiculous, borderline out-of-hand, and it’s driving him insane. 

It’s such a simple, ordinary thing for you to do: you rush up to him, phone in hand and scroll to some video you found online. You’re so excited, a bounce in your step as if he’s the first and only person you want to show this to. Your eyes shine bright with a megawatt smile to match, and you’re talking so, so fast, completely lit up like fireworks in the making. 

He knows you think that he’s listening but, he couldn’t care less about it honestly. Sorry. Not when the words go in one ear and out the other, because all that registers is how adorable you are, giddy and everything. 

He makes a joke—completely unrelated, but you find it so funny. Then you’re laughing, full on smacking his arm, doubled over, arms hugging your stomach, guffawing. Your feet are kicking the air as you sink deeper into your couch. Gojo’s standing in front of you, post-enactment of some impression he made, and he’s frozen in place but warm all over. 

Seeing you laugh like this, smile like this, being so pretty when you’re happy, the pounding in his chest goes crazy. 

This isn’t the first time he’s made you laugh; he does it all the time. You almost always roll your eyes and chuckle, sometimes giggle with your eyes squinting and laugh lines creasing. But it might be the first time it’s like this: with you so bright, more than the sun and every other star in the sky. 

And he thinks, this is all he could ever want—to make you happy for the rest of his life. 

There’s too much of this feeling inside of him, clawing at his throat, itching to get out. He’s filled with it, has been filled with it for so long that it’s starting to overflow and if he doesn’t say this now he might just—

“I’m so in love with you.” 

Gojo breathes it out, as if finally releasing it after all this time. You don’t think he processes it because he just stands there, in the middle of your living room, staring at you. 

Your laughter dies with maybe a little part of you too (in a good way). 

He looks so sweet, so sincere, and you see his heart, so big, so honest and pure. You get flashbacks of every Satoru you have ever known, at 15, 17, 23, to now. 

It’s not like either of you don’t know; it’s plain as day, how you feel about each other—and you would have been fine going on without ever having to hear him speak of love this way.

But hearing it now, it’s far better than anything you could have imagined. 

You stare at him. He stares at you. 

He’s shocked too. 

You don’t want to embarrass him, especially if he didn’t mean to say it, so you chuckle, moving on to break the quiet.

“I can unhear it if you want,” you offer shyly, genuinely. 

Gojo looks at you, confused, before a pout makes its way onto his face. You sit up on your couch, playing with your fingers as you look up at him.

Sure, he practically blurted it out, maybe in the heat of the moment, or something, but it doesn’t make it any less true. And he’s realizing that the only thing he really wants from this—

“Though…” you continue, biting your lips, “I think I’m pretty in love with you too.” 

The little laugh you make has him, completely. 

The grin that breaks on his face is infectious. Gojo, who is normally so pale, is now pink all over—red by his ears and down his neck. There’s a sparkle in his eyes that can be found in yours too. 

This moment right here feels like first loves—teens first saying ‘I love you’. 

“You think?” he asks incredulously, joking, “So you’re not sure?” he walks closer to you. 

You laugh, candy for his cravings, and take his hand to kiss each knuckle before guiding it to your cheek. He runs a thumb across your skin, affection on his fingertips. His index finger hooks itself under your chin, tilting it to rest on his stomach as you look up at him. 

A kiss to your forehead, tenderly, gently. 

The best part about being in love? 

He gets to be in it with you. 

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Gojo can’t sleep. 

It’s not anything new—4 hours on average, maybe 6 on a good night. He doesn’t remember a time when sleep ever came easily.

Sleeping with you, beside you, has helped, but it’s never solved the problem. You’ve gotten him to a full 8 hours before, but never consecutively, and he’s starting to think that if you can’t do it, nothing ever will. 

Your sleeping positions change every night, but they always come out as some variation of hugging. Gojo firmly believes that he might as well sleep alone if you aren’t touching. 

Tonight, you’re spooning, arm slung over his waist and palm right on his chest, fingers interlaced with his. Your legs stay tangled together with soft puffs of air blowing at the back of his neck. 

He opens his eyes and checks the clock by his bedside. 3:24 a.m. 

He sighs deeply, carefully maneuvering his body to slip away from you. You used to wake up the first few times this happened, worried about an emergency or some kind of accident. Being a sorcerer trains you for things like that. 

You’ve always known Gojo had bad sleep, just not the severity of it. 

You don’t wake up to it as much as you used to, having grown accustomed to it after more nights together, but on the off-chance that you do, Gojo always kisses your forehead gently as if to tell you that it’s okay, you can go back to sleep.

You don’t wake up now, thankfully, so he grabs his phone and heads for the kitchen. There’s a sinking feeling in his chest tonight, far heavier than others he’s woken up from. He pours himself a glass of water before hopping on the kitchen counter, ready to sort through the bowl of candy sitting on the island. 

The date today is October 31. Halloween. It’s been a few years since Shibuya but he still feels like he’s suffocating. 

In the train station. In the box.

In front of Suguru—or Kenjaku, both, whatever. 

He’s gone to therapy, just like you wanted, for the both of you, and grieving has been an interesting concept to wrap his head around since.

But no matter how much he trains his mind to deal with it, his body will always remember the feeling. 

He snaps out of it when he hears your footsteps padding on the floorboards. Your figure emerges from the hallway, bed hair and eyes still sleepy, squinting. 

“Satoru?” you rub at your eyes, his sleep shirt entirely too long as the sleeves extend past your fingertips. The extra fabric swings in the air. “You okay?” you whisper, approaching him. 

Waking you up is the last thing he could ever want right now, but it’s hard when you’re also the only one he can talk about this with. When you know what it’s like to grieve everyone too.  

He has every intention of brushing it off, of telling you to go to sleep, but one look at you—one look at him and it’s like you just know. He doesn’t even need to explain. 

It isn’t hard to piece together, knowing what today is and seeing him choked up the way he is. You tell Gojo it’s your intuition, but he has a tell, and maybe you’re the only one who knows it. 

His eyes—they’ve always given him away. There’s the Satoru you know, then a Satoru that’s far removed, gone away. You can spot it though, the moment it loses its sparkle, the moment it turns from blue to gray. 

He feels a little selfish sharing this with you; he’s not the only one who’s lost people. You have too. 

You stand in front of him and offer a sad smile, outstretching your arms as an invite, as if to tell him: you can stay here for as long as you’d like. 

He moves into your space slowly, hopping off the kitchen island to slump against you. 

He doesn’t hug you yet, not immediately, hands still shaky at the memory. You rub his back, hooking your chin on his shoulder as he bends down to rest his head by your cheek. 

You take his hand delicately, bringing them to your lips so you can kiss every fingertip gently. When you finish, he wraps his arms around you, squeezing tightly. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” you whisper, like a hushed secret. 

And he wants to, but also, there isn’t anything else to say that you don’t know already. You were there the first few times he had therapy, and when he felt comfortable enough to go alone, he told you all about it anyway right after. 

If there’s a secret to fighting the Gojo Satoru with guaranteed victory, they’d only have to get to you—he’d be gone, entirely. You know too much of him, own too many parts of him already. 

He chuckles dryly, vibrating by your neck. A step back and he’s leaning against the counter, bringing you closer by the hip, thumb stroking. He tucks away strands of your hair behind your ear, flattening down the bird’s nest that it is from your sleep. 

“Nothing you haven’t heard before, pretty.”

Gojo’s been more tender lately, especially in the night when his piercing eyes turn soft, gazing. 

You pout, the same one since you were 16. You don’t know if you’ll ever get used to it, the way he calls you such sweet, honeyed things; you’ve only recently begun to call him ‘baby’ and that alone has been enough to make your head spin. 

Still, he wouldn’t be your Satoru if he didn’t surprise you. With how he is now, it’s hard to imagine a time when this was all so difficult for him, when even the slightest bit of your hands touching was challenging. 

It’s hard to imagine that both of you are here now, living in the same space, by the kitchen at night, with the contents of your hearts memorized—the sorrow, the pain, the joy, all the love, every single one. 

He kisses your nose, and that’s comfort alone. 

This is his reality now, with you, and it’s safe.

It’s good. 

“Do you want to make waffles?” he hears you mumble, running your hands over his chest, soothing.  

The clock reads 3:56 a.m. Early breakfast doesn’t sound so bad, could also be a midnight snack.

(But he knows what you’re doing). 

You don’t tell him to try to go back to sleep, never forcing anything you know he can’t do. Instead, you offer yourself to stay up with him, keep him company. Whatever he needs. 

(And he loves that about you). 

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Gojo will forever argue that you might have fallen first, but he’s definitely fallen harder. 

He could map out every single location he’s laid his love on—your eyes, the flutter of your eyelashes, the curve of your nose, and your lips, the same ones he’s kissed and nipped, bitten until he gets his fill. 

Your neck and chest—a canvas for his desires. He glides a finger across your collarbone before lightly tapping on it thrice. 

There’s the little dip at the base of your spine, and your thighs—

Oh, he could get lost in them. 

He knows. 

He has. Many times.

There’s an animal inside of him that only answers to you. 

When you kiss his neck and grip his back, soft moans by his ear—short and sweet. He’s a gone man, wholly devoted to you, and you only. 

You breathe his name out, “Satoru,” raspily, and he sinks into you—everything, all that he has spilling in the depths of you. 

How can he possibly contain all this love?

It’s scary how so much of him already belongs to you, all these years—how you’ve been carrying pieces of him, all versions of him throughout every birthday, every moment you’ve touched his life and have it irrevocably changed. 

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“Are you happy?” he mumbles by your ear, voice deep and lazy. 

It’s the morning, sunlight barely peeking through your curtains. Gojo hugs you from behind, arms caging you as he traces little hearts on your sides. 

“Right now?” you whisper back, chuckling, “That’s not fair.” 

He nips at your ear, a small bite, before you turn to face him.

He supposes you’re right, it isn’t fair to ask that now; both your bodies are sore, well-exhausted, and littered with conversations on love. 

Gojo is pretty in the mornings just like he is all the time, his hair lending well to sunlight as much as it does to the moonlight. And his eyes—they shine a different shade during the day compared to the night. 

You though, you’re an entirely different creature of your own: a goddess in bedsheets and pillows, wrapped in immaculate white.  

You giggle when you face him, nose-to-nose, and he pulls you in tighter, grips you by the butt to slot you in right where you belong. 

Are you happy with me? 

He wonders, and you can read it—his eyes his greatest tell. You kiss him tenderly, lips moving gently against his. Then you smile, sincerely, before whispering—

“Wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”

this is a re-upload! (because i accidentally deleted the original one!) thank you notes: to @stellamancer for being there since the very start!! col wouldn’t even exist without you!! you’re every much part of the creation of this as i am :'), to @crysugu for being so ever supportive, cheering me on all the time!! and for loving col reader as much as i do!! and to you reading this and everyone else who has loved this collection so far!!  of course!! a credit to all the writers whose works have inspired the way i view and write gojo: to @seravphs for teen dad!gojo and cruel summer influences, i draw so much of the way i understand these characters and their dynamics from you and your beautiful way of writing them and i hope my interpretation gives justice to that!!, to @augustinewrites for keeping up with the fushigojos, this series and the way you write them, with so much love, has always pushed for me to view gojo that way!! you’ve inspired so much of my understanding that gojo does believe in love and that when he falls in it, he falls in it hard!!

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[lovelahela]

ajay: h--

me:

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"i'm sure. i promise."

suna rintaro x reader

summary: you're feeling a little insecure about you and rin's relationship. but who could blame you? you're at a party with a bunch of people you don't know and your boyfriend is catching up with an "old friend." that would be fine except for the fact that this so-called "old friend" is his ex and looks like she came out of a magazine.

hurt to comfort so its kinda angsty ig?? but not rly bc my heart can't take it lol

warnings: insecurities, body image, post time skip, mentions of alcohol

a/n: THIS IS MY WORK! TRANSFERRED FROM MY OLD ACC

a/n pt. 2: i wrote this at like 1am bc i woke up and this is low-key inspired by the dream i had hehe bc u should always follow ur dreams 😀👍

this. was. the worst.

to give a brief overview, you were at a club with at least a bajillion people because your boyfriend told you that it would be a "fun new experience." he gave you a kiss on the forehead upon seeing that you were nervous and the two of you walked in together.

now, you were sitting at the bar by yourself watching as another girl flirted with your boyfriend.

you were filled in on the backstory earlier. she went to inarizaki and she and suna dated for their first year and a small part of their second year of high school. she then had to move to the united states (specifically los angeles) and they ended up breaking up.

you had transferred to inarizaki in the middle of your second year, and you and suna started dating 3/4 through your third year, so you had never met her before. your classmates had never mentioned her before either. and when suna introduced you to the girl as his girlfriend, she shot you the nastiest glare before smiling sweetly at your boyfriend.

anyways, one thing led to another, and they got so caught up in chatting that they hadn't noticed how bored you were, nor had they noticed when you silently walked away.

after taking another sip of your drink, you let your eyes wander to the two of them.

a fatal mistake.

she was beautiful. no, stunning. no, show-stopping-looks-like-she-just-stepped-out-of-the-front-page-of-a-magazine-absolute-drop-dead-gorgeous was probably more accurate.

she was wearing a tiny black figure-hugging bodycon dress with a cutout just above her chest that looked amazing on her beautiful hourglass figure. she had platinum blond hair that was pulled up into a long high ponytail, big grey eyes, and shiny, clear skin.

you looked down at your own figure. then at hers. then back at yours. then hers.

though you knew it wouldn't do any good, your mind began to wander.

are these the kinds of girls rin likes?

she's so beautiful.. her waist is so tiny

i wish i could be half as pretty as her

what if rin still likes her?

what if rin doesn't actually love me..?

you knew that you needed to stop. you decided to slip out to get some fresh air.

you sat down on a bench at the park across the street (don't question why a place where children play is directly across from a club. just don't mention it) and inhaled the cool air. you were so relieved to be out of that club. so relieved that your eyelids began to feel heavy.

you awoke to a string of "ping! ping! ping!" rubbing your eyes sleepily, you opened your phone to see who would be texting you so urgently.

rinnie <3: where'd u go

rinnie <3: where r u

rinnie <3: hey bb where'd u go

rinnie <3: bubs?

rinnie <3: hey r u mad at me

rinnie <3: what did i do

rinnie <3: im sorry

rinnie <3: ok srsly where r u

rinnie <3: r u ok

rinnie <3: WHERE R U

rinnie <3: no srsly im actually worried where did u go

rinnie <3: BABE

rinnie <3: WHERE R U

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oops.

you: sorry babe

rinnie <3: WHERE R U

you: i went outside for some fresh air

you: im at the park across the street

the club doors swing open and see your boyfriend's head furiously whipping around, trying to find you. when he sees you, he sprints over to where you're sitting.

"sorry babe." you apologize. "i didn't mean to worry you." you had never seen him look so frantic before.

"so you mean to say.." he starts before pausing to catch his breath, "that you thought that leaving without telling me and not responding to my texts wouldn't worry me?"

"i'm sorry." you say, before adding on a quick and quiet "to be fair though, you were having such a great time with ms. los angeles model that i didn't think that you would notice."

though it was quiet and muttered under your breath, suna heard it loud and clear. he sighed.

"look, we didn't break up because she was moving. we broke up because i was sick and tired of her nasty attitude. i just didn't want to be rude and say that in front of her. the only thing that's changed about her is that she's learned how to put a smile mask over her disgusting personality. a really phony one that's made out cling wrap with a sharpie smile and a bow."

you giggled slightly at this.

"look," he says softly, lifting up your chin to look you in the eyes. "you're the only one that i love. i promise, ok? you're so beautiful and sweet and it's crazy to me that god finally decided to give me some help and give me a chance with you."

he gave you a small smile.

"i love you, y/n. i love you so, so much."

and with that, he swooped you up in his arms bridal style and started walking.

"WOAH- rin where are we going?"

"home."

"but it'll take a while to walk home from here. shouldn't we just uber like we did here?"

"walking gives me more time to be close to you and talk to you."

"but you'll be walking while simultaneously holding me for a while."

he blinked. "i play professional volleyball. if you think that i can't take a walk home with my girlfriend in my arms, i'd honestly be pretty offended."

"right."

there was a brief moment of silence between the two of you.

"i'm sorry if i made you feel sad today, bubs. i love you so so much and i'll stop at nothing to make sure that you know that."

you smiled softly.

"that's what i like to see." he said, peppering ticklish kisses onto your neck to make you giggle a little.

"rin! stahahap-!" you giggle, trying to scrunch up and protect your neck.

"your laugh and smile are the two most precious things in the world."

you and rin talked the rest of the way home and he kept reminding you of how much he loved you.

when you finally got home, you asked him one final question.

"rin, are you sure that there's no more chemistry going on between you and ms. los angeles model?"

he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"i'm sure. i promise."

[how-do-i-delete-this-acc]

"i'm sure. i promise."

suna rintaro x reader

summary: you're feeling a little insecure about you and rin's relationship. but who could blame you? you're at a party with a bunch of people you don't know and your boyfriend is catching up with an "old friend." that would be fine except for the fact that this so-called "old friend" is his ex and looks like she came out of a magazine.

hurt to comfort so its kinda angsty ig?? but not rly bc my heart can't take it lol

warnings: insecurities, body image, post time skip, mentions of alcohol

a/n: IM SORRY IK I WRITE ABT SUNA TOO MUCH I JUST LOVE HIM

a/n pt. 2: i wrote this at like 1am bc i woke up and this is low-key inspired by the dream i had hehe bc u should always follow ur dreams 😀👍

this. was. the worst.

to give a brief overview, you were at a club with at least a bajillion people because your boyfriend told you that it would be a "fun new experience." he gave you a kiss on the forehead upon seeing that you were nervous and the two of you walked in together.

now, you were sitting at the bar by yourself watching as another girl flirted with your boyfriend.

you were filled in on the backstory earlier. she went to inarizaki and she and suna dated for their first year and a small part of their second year of high school. she then had to move to the united states (specifically los angeles) and they ended up breaking up.

you had transferred to inarizaki in the middle of your second year, and you and suna started dating 3/4 through your third year, so you had never met her before. your classmates had never mentioned her before either. and when suna introduced you to the girl as his girlfriend, she shot you the nastiest glare before smiling sweetly at your boyfriend.

anyways, one thing led to another, and they got so caught up in chatting that they hadn't noticed how bored you were, nor had they noticed when you silently walked away.

after taking another sip of your drink, you let your eyes wander to the two of them.

a fatal mistake.

she was beautiful. no, stunning. no, show-stopping-looks-like-she-just-stepped-out-of-the-front-page-of-a-magazine-absolute-drop-dead-gorgeous was probably more accurate.

she was wearing a tiny black figure-hugging bodycon dress with a cutout just above her chest that looked amazing on her beautiful hourglass figure. she had platinum blond hair that was pulled up into a long high ponytail, big grey eyes, and shiny, clear skin.

you looked down at your own figure. then at hers. then back at yours. then hers.

though you knew it wouldn't do any good, your mind began to wander.

are these the kinds of girls rin likes?

she's so beautiful.. her waist is so tiny

i wish i could be half as pretty as her

what if rin still likes her?

what if rin doesn't actually love me..?

you knew that you needed to stop. you decided to slip out to get some fresh air.

you sat down on a bench at the park across the street (don't question why a place where children play is directly across from a club. just don't mention it) and inhaled the cool air. you were so relieved to be out of that club. so relieved that your eyelids began to feel heavy.

you awoke to a string of "ping! ping! ping!" rubbing your eyes sleepily, you opened your phone to see who would be texting you so urgently.

rinnie <3: where'd u go

rinnie <3: where r u

rinnie <3: hey bb where'd u go

rinnie <3: bubs?

rinnie <3: hey r u mad at me

rinnie <3: what did i do

rinnie <3: im sorry

rinnie <3: ok srsly where r u

rinnie <3: r u ok

rinnie <3: WHERE R U

rinnie <3: no srsly im actually worried where did u go

rinnie <3: BABE

rinnie <3: WHERE R U

There are 83 more messages from rinnie <3. Click to continue!

oops.

you: sorry babe

rinnie <3: WHERE R U

you: i went outside for some fresh air

you: im at the park across the street

the club doors swing open and see your boyfriend's head furiously whipping around, trying to find you. when he sees you, he sprints over to where you're sitting.

"sorry babe." you apologize. "i didn't mean to worry you." you had never seen him look so frantic before.

"so you mean to say.." he starts before pausing to catch his breath, "that you thought that leaving without telling me and not responding to my texts wouldn't worry me?"

"i'm sorry." you say, before adding on a quick and quiet "to be fair though, you were having such a great time with ms. los angeles model that i didn't think that you would notice."

though it was quiet and muttered under your breath, suna heard it loud and clear. he sighed.

"look, we didn't break up because she was moving. we broke up because i was sick and tired of her nasty attitude. i just didn't want to be rude and say that in front of her. the only thing that's changed about her is that she's learned how to put a smile mask over her disgusting personality. a really phony one that's made out cling wrap with a sharpie smile and a bow."

you giggled slightly at this.

"look," he says softly, lifting up your chin to look you in the eyes. "you're the only one that i love. i promise, ok? you're so beautiful and sweet and it's crazy to me that god finally decided to give me some help and give me a chance with you."

he gave you a small smile.

"i love you, y/n. i love you so, so much."

and with that, he swooped you up in his arms bridal style and started walking.

"WOAH- rin where are we going?"

"home."

"but it'll take a while to walk home from here. shouldn't we just uber like we did here?"

"walking gives me more time to be close to you and talk to you."

"but you'll be walking while simultaneously holding me for a while."

he blinked. "i play professional volleyball. if you think that i can't take a walk home with my girlfriend in my arms, i'd honestly be pretty offended."

"right."

there was a brief moment of silence between the two of you.

"i'm sorry if i made you feel sad today, bubs. i love you so so much and i'll stop at nothing to make sure that you know that."

you smiled softly.

"that's what i like to see." he said, peppering ticklish kisses onto your neck to make you giggle a little.

"rin! stahahap-!" you giggle, trying to scrunch up and protect your neck.

"your laugh and smile are the two most precious things in the world."

you and rin talked the rest of the way home and he kept reminding you of how much he loved you.

when you finally got home, you asked him one final question.

"rin, are you sure that there's no more chemistry going on between you and ms. los angeles model?"

he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"i'm sure. i promise."

[hanasnx]

don't know if u watch marvel or not but i'm playing the spider man game rn and i cannot stop imagining anakin as spider man?? like w reader being a black cat type of character and ur always flirting with him, trying to get him to crack and he's just tryna stay loyal to his gf, bonus if u always piss off the wrong people and he has to save ur ass 24/7 and u offer to thank him in other ways wink wink

this is me just emptying out my thoughts but i couldn't get it out of my head so i thought i would share 😊😊

HELLOOOO??? ok i see u anon, marrying my interests—

i used to be a huge fan of marvel, but i’ve been a longer fan of spider-man,, like i cant even remember when i first obsessed over him bcos it was so long ago srsly

spider-man 2018 is no joke one of my favorite games of all time!!! and believe it or not i have imagined ani in the suit kdjfkdj i love the suit sm i want spidey to keep it on during sex which is why i wrote a smut about him forever ago LFKsK

also i wouldve loved to see hayden back in the 2000s as peter parker, he would’ve been so goddamn cute like look at this—

pete vibes.

i loveee black cat and i love her and spidey’s relationship in the game it makes me so akdlfjsf LIKE I KNOW THOSE TWO HAVE FUCKED ON A ROOF

dear god imagining him ripping off the mask and his chestnut curls just exploding in a mess of sweaty hat hair he’d be so cute i could die

☥ imagine circling him, playfully tracing your clawed fingertips across his back as he pivots his head to look at you from the contact.

“you still with that little girlfriend of yours?”

he’s silent.

“oh,” you flash a feigned pout, “didn’t work out?”

“what do you want, (y/n)?”

“maybe she left you after she found out you’re on a first name basis with your arch nemesis. or when you told her that after the first time she dumped you, you came crawling to me like a kicked puppy? nothing heroic about what we did that night, spidey.”

☥ the way he’d be so stubborn about keeping you safe, always saying its the last time but it never is. you make it up to him, turning him into a begging, heaving, sweaty mess in the late hours of the night.

☥ i love the idea of how exasperated he’d get with you, and you’re like “what are you gonna do about it? whip me?” he just might girlie… he just might…

☥ SOMETHING ABOUT SUPER STRENGTH being able to overpower you, lift your entire body above his head with one arm, fuck you on the ceilin g

iiiii im short circuiting over here…

[tobi-momo]

Cuddling With Them While They Game PT 2

a/n: kasjsdhakdjs pls- when i got this req i sqealed srsly i love it ty for this :p

Type: Headcanons

Genre: Fluff, crack???

Warnings: none :)

i made a part one with bakugou, kirishima, and todoroki!

he doesnt usually play games but when he does he tries his best and its so cute🥺

feel like he has game rage, but its like him trying to smile through the pain and act like he isnt mad💀

HE PLAYS CONSOLE KASKDJSAKD BUT NOT LIKE THE BEANBAG LIKE KIRI ITS CONSOLE WHERE HES ON THE FLOOR RIGHT UP CLOSE TO HIS TV SITTING AT THE FOOT OF HIS BED

KASSDSKHGDAK THATS SO CUTE PLS-

so imagine: you walking in his dorm room, expecting him to be studying or working on his technique, but instead you find him on the floor in front of his bed, a blanket covering his head as he presses the buttons ruthelessly while he whispers little curses at himself starting to get mad

you closing the door got his attention, so he invited you to sit next to him, so you do

at first it was a little awkward bc he wasnt sharing the blanket (you cant convince me he isnt a blanket hog you cant) and his eyes were glued to the tv screen like he forgot you were there

you started to get tired, your head drooping on his shoulder- his body goes absolutely stiff- like- midoryia.exe has stopped working youre gonna have to wait for him to windows 8 reboot

once he finally looks at you and youre like this close to falling asleep he turns your body away rq to move the blanket off his shoulder so your head can rest on his actual shoulder and the blanket is around you too

he usually doesnt have his mic on at all, and if it is he usually doesnt talk unless hes going along w a joke? iykwim?

i feel like he plays games like call of duty and halo (he loves animal crossing and sucks at among us) but he doesnt like when he sees them actually die? like the gore and stuff? idk he just gives those vibes yk? i feel like hed feel really bad kaskjdshad hed get over it tho

i cant really see him play minecraft, tho, i mean unless youre playing w him, i dont think he would play it by himself unless he was like building a fucking castle for you or sum-

but ya you start to go to his room more when he games to hang out and every. single. time. you. fall. asleep. he isnt complaining tho he loves your sleeping face :p

when you sleep on him he usually wrapss an arm around you and when he can presses little butterfly kisses on the top of your head and takes his hand to rub your arm up and down oml kdajsd pls-

he plays both computer and console i just think he plays he console a bit more?

ok this is a lil soft and maybe a bit ooc but i like if you were to come in while hes playing games you would sit down between his legs, your back to his chest while he plays

he would either rest his head on whatever is behind him or he would rest it on your shoulder (if youre more on the taller side)

and okokok i feel like if you were curious ab how the game works he would def let you play for him for a sec, he would guide yu on what the buttons do and what your tasks are yk? (again w the soft shi im sorry kasjhsdfjf *cri*)

he would keep an arm around your waist while letting you play or he would rub your thigh (maybe both kasdjshd) while he watches you play

if you get a lil frustrated he would totally tease you ab it then tell you how to do it right oml

if you get tired he would take the controller from you and let you sit back on him chest, resting on him while he games

he might turn the volume down a lil, but i also think he doesnt care that much LMFAO

i feel like he would rub your side a lil its almost tickly but hes a lil more firm than that yk?

he would keep his curses at a minimum although he doesnt have that much game rage at all bc again, he doesnt care, but ppl are stupid so he might get frustrated sometimes

once you fall asleep and hes been playing for a while he might just leave the game hes in and carry you to bed and get in with you

i dont think hes much of a cuddler at all but a little bit of contact is ok w him

but then you start to shift and scoot towards him in your sleep

until you are either completely ontop of him or your head is in the crook of his neck and hes just sitting there like 😐😤😒

but he warms up to it bc he wuvs you (read: hes fucking whipped)

ao he lazily puts an arm around you and bears it for a couple more hours

but when yall wake up he finds himself literally clinging to you KASDJHSALKDJ

he. plays. computer. end of conversation

he got the wasd game iykwim😩 (ill shut the door on my way out)

he absolutely loves it when you come to sit on his lap while he just- he loves it sm

he plays all types of games (except overwatch. you will not catch this man playing overwatch pls-)

i feel like you wouldnt run into him playing games he would always play them once youre with him in the room

he wants you to be w him while he games, he wants you to watch him or just be there

youd be laying on his bed, hust doing whatever, scrolling on your phone while you hear him set up

you love to cuddle him- i just KNOW hes amazing at it

so when you hear him clicking away and see him sit down you stand up and walk to him

he doesnt even have t look at you before he opens himself up to you to sit on his lap

you watch him play (and his hands kasjlsdh) and sometimes you ask him questions ab it- hed be happy to walk you through it and explain

if you wanna play he'll let you play, teaching you everything ab the character and shit

he is the most patient person on earth i KNOW

he doesnt get game rage

he is literally so stoic- so calm i swear

he doesnt use his mic like at all

HE LOVES PLAYING WITH YOU

teasing to the max th- its cute tho he isnt being a meanie

loves playing among us and animal crossing (he def plays)

yall usually go to your island bc he likes it more kasdslahd

and when hes the imposter? hes like fucking corpse i swear

if youre sleep he's literally a perfect pillow, plus the sound of him breathing while he rubs your back is-

momo.exe has stopped working

HE PLAYS BOTH COMPUTER AND CONSOLE EQUALLY

he uses the mic constantly and is kinda loud- but you dont hate it

he laughs a lot, and gets some game rage but its pretty controlle, he just gets butthurt sometimes :/

when you walk into his room he is getting so into it like he doesnt even notice even notice you come in

he only notices your presence when when you put your hand on his shoulder- he literally jumps

when he plays console he's on his bed, just laying there chillin so when you walk in and say hi he is sooo happy youre there w him omg

he just loves you presence

i imagine you climbing into bed w him and he continues to play his game although he loves it when you touch him (not to sound sexual at all he genuienly loves your touch)

and you up to his side- he wraps an arm around you, telling you how he missed you how mych he loves you (ksadksjhaksd)

when you fall asleep he turns the volume down and probably tones down his voice, although sometimes he jolts bc of some kind of mess up

but he manages to keep you asleep on him until he gets tired too- turning everything off and just wrapping you in arms (he'd prolly end up on your chest ngl)

on the computer when he plays you hesitate o cuddle ONLY bc od how much he moves, like you arent gonna be there comfortable for a while but eventually he calms down

he just gets nervous- his heart starts to beat rapidly and his leg bounces (same kaskh) espECIALLY when you straddle him oml he BREAKS

but he eventually calms down so its more comfy

when you fall asleep he will constantly press kisses on your head omggg

so soft kasdjhksajf pls-

i feel like he plays longer when hes on the computer so he would prlly still be on there when you wake up- looking absolutely dead insode aksjdshadl but you convince him to go to bed, bribing him with a 'i'll go too'

hes literally whipped for you :)

~.~.~.~

hope yall enjoyed a part 2-

taglist: @combat-wombatus @toosharkinternet @alpha3113 @flattykawadoorusmilkbread @zerohawks @hitosushi @katsuhera (sry my tags are being weird)

[missjackil]

srsly tho are you mayo, miracle whip or r u bi?

Lol ok this is the deepest question yet!! Okay ill be honest, im not bicondimentual and am adamantly opposed to Miracle Whip. If i was dating someone and they came out as a Miracle Whip supporter, it would be a deal breaker. If one chooses to use MW over mayo, thats their right, but dont bring it in my house! 🤢

Thank you nonnie that made me literally LOL

[springblush]

♡ song tag ♡

rules~ list 10 songs you’re currently obsessed w/ & tag 10 people ♡   hey i was tagged like 5 million years ago when i was less active by my wonderful @wonboowoo y’know that i love you lots?? well i’ll say it again, 

♡ i ♡ l o v e ♡ y o u ♡ ok but im actually kinda hyped to do this cuz im really into music in general so.....watch out for full on music reviews lmao

in no particular order

1. fromis_9 - dkdk ♡

ok just.....everyone let’s take a moment to appreciate girl groups who do cute concepts....like listen to the absolute perfectness in this song, its cutesy but not to overboard and it makes me hella nostalgic bc it reminds me of the music i used to listened to and it makes me super happy!! cute concepts in kpop deserve all the love and attention, especially in girl groups (they work really really hard) 

2. loona haseul - let me in ♡

g u y s loona is so underrated its sad :( i personally did not like loona at first (aT FIRST) buuuuuut the talent! in every single member! god made girls as talented and beautiful as loona to make sure that they could bless this earth...i have this one preference to the song bc it sounds so royal and with the orchestra and the last chorus... p u r e  t a l e n t (also give a listen to some of my other fav solos: kiss later - yeojin, vivid - heejin, singing in the rain - jinsoul, and around you - hyunjin)

3. wanna one - light ♡

guys,,,,wanna one is just amazing go listen to all of their songs they’re kings,,,i chose this song bc i’m pretty sure this is my fav wanna one title track of all time, and it’s so well made and catchy and it sounds so so os os soo so os s o good and y’know wanna one just always has my heart~~ other recs: i.p.u. (i promise you), energetic, boomerang, wanna be (my baby) all of these songs in general are happy upbeat songs however i’ve cried to all of them,,,stanning wanna one makes me sad T^T

4. ahn hyeonseop & lee euiwoong - it’ll be good ♡

ok this is a purely uwu song like its so good?? they are such talented baby bois and they deserve all of the love in the world pls,,, this gives me major nostalgia, mostly bc at the time, i did some major projects and worked while listening to this,,, again a lot of pd 101 trainees have debuted and deserve attention and support sooo here are some other songs i thought were good by the pd 101 boys! my flower - jbj, rainz - juliette, nu’est w - deja vu, just u -jeong sewoon, the.the.the. - shihyun and longguo, jelly - hotshot

5. yoo seonho - your song ♡

alright yes i listen to a LOT of cutesy songs but srsly,, this one hit home in my heart like ugh seonho is super cute and talented and he’s improving so so much!! i love him so much and i cant wait until he comesback (maybe even with guanlin)!! anyways stan yoo seonho,, he has lots of potential and is very cute!!

6.  mxm - diamond girl ♡

wah,, the vibe of this song is so good?? its very retro, very funky but also, very mxm,, its also super aesthetically pleasing and nice to listen to,, they’re already rookie monsters and are super popular and dONGHYUN!! he deserves all of the love and our very cute alpaca!! youngmin is also a very talented rapper pls go support our bnm kings~ (also bazzi and anne marie reacted to this song and said it was good,,,, i love royalty stanning royalty)

7. a.c.e. - take me higher  ♡ 

wow guys pls go take a look at this song, its like the bop of the summer, especiALLY THE BRIDGE OH THE BRIDGE OF THE SONG IS SO GOOD,,, the breakdown is so well done i was shaking when i heard the song,, also the concept is gold, a very bright and gorgeous mv,, with boys,,, in crop tops :^),, anyways check it out!! they deserve more recognition!

8. the boyz - keeper  ♡

uhhhh bop of the summer?? cutest song in the world?? yes??? pls pls pls go and do me a favor: stan the boyz. this is like the cutest song ever g u y s im not even kidding when i say im whipped for them,,, and like, the choreo?? pls give me some live stages bc i am in love with the freaking choreo its so cute and really cool,,, and also i was like biaswrecked collectively by the boyz in the span of 3 minutes soooo yeah!! i love them so much :/

9.  gugudan’s semina - semina  ♡

the og pd 101 s1 team!! yes! its the girls that stole all of our hearts with that first audition on pd 101 and they got all As! now they debuted with a very fun, sassy, and bright song that highlights vocals and rap! the mv is super cool and pretty, as expected of gugudan,, i love mina and sejeong and nayoung, this was jellyfish’s best decision yet,, anyways im literally obssessed with this song, pls give them your support!!

10. yang da il x wendy - one summer  ♡

maybe this is the song of the summer,,, hmmmm,,, this is a very chill, nice, relaxing song that basically sums up a very nice and calm summer day,, the vibes are really nice and i gotta talk about my bOI WOOJIN ACTOR WOOJIN YALL IT WAS SO FREAKING CUTE ASDFJOFSIOI the vocals are also amazing so overall a great song!!

ughhh this took so long im so sorry bUT! im tagging all, i said aLL OF MY MUTUALS every single one of you aS WELL AS THE PEOPLE I TALK TO,,, if you’ve already done it,, do iT AGAIN COWARDS

@taeyoming @playfuldisaster @m0onbean @mlmchan @tojaehyun @majinstic @runjen @softlyjungwoo @wonboowoo @jeno-screaming @godrics @myday6ix @renjunchokingnct @onegoldenbranch @ongnable @ongsung @najaeminclub @kimdoyoungclub @rcnjun @godtierjeno @whiplashlive @chittafont

oOF THAT WAS A LOT OF PEOPLE ok everyone i love you so so much have an amazing day today and an even better one tomorrow! get some sleep, eat well, hydrate dont diedrate, rest up, and take care of yourselves for me!! love youuu~

[1800-seungshine]

the hearts’ aftermath.

member(s): park woojin & bae jinyoung genre(s): high school!au, fluff, hoobae!au summary: a simple cliché high school love story, may not be special for others but it’s special for park woojin and bae jinyoung. epilogue of ludic and responsible (requested - bullet point format) word count: 1.4k

note: a requested scenario that took me forever to write bc of my indecisive ass hahah ;; i’m really sorry if it took a while and i hope you like it! i actually had more ideas in mind but couldn’t put them bc i feared it would be too long and it’d make the entire thing more messy sighpies bUT ANYWHO i actually have no idea how this works..?? like lmao you can be either woojin’s girl or baejin’s girl or you can be both bc two is better than one! i apologise if it may seem messy too but other than that, enjoy and happy reading! < 3  p.s. idk whether y’all get tired of me saying thank you but i can’t help that bc it doesn’t amount to how much i really am grateful for the numerous support esp with the likes, follows and reblogs! thank you so much for the love ;; i will continue to work even harder < 33

guess who’s back 

back again 

woojin’s back 

tell a friend 

ok sorry i got a lil carried away whoops 

so anyways 

woojin got in trouble after your shenanigans

like yeah sure a detention and his ass whooped from his parents 

that wasn’t the big deal 

i’m referring to something bigger 

yknow that tiny crush he had on you before?? 

yeah that grew 

and it still continues to do so

because after that one fine day in which you accidentally dragged him into your own trouble 

he entered your life and you entered his

it was a gradual progress though 

at the start, it was simply a form of acknowledgement whether through grins, eye contact and waves

then it became small conversations that occurred whenever you encountered each other 

and eventually you ended up sitting with his group of friends 

sometimes you even drag him along to your schemes of skipping classes or pranking people 

everything was all fun and games 

until it came to feelings 

he has this mini-hate for you whenever it came to that subject

you kept things ambiguous that he can’t pinpoint anything 

there are times when you say things to him that feel like they hold a lot more meaning than you let on 

or those times when he catches you shyly glancing at him

yet all in all, nothing

either you were good at hiding feelings 

or you didn’t have any

yet one thing still remains

never did woojin think that he’d fall for someone as troublesome as you 

but he did anyway 

and he can’t say he hates it 

bc boy oh boy does he enjoy every second of it 

there’s this sort of thrill that he gets liking you 

but lol even if he does enjoy liking you 

doesn’t mean he’d enjoy getting rejected 

so he kept his feelings to himself and decided not to speak to anyone about it 

until someone pointed it out 

there were two new members in his friendship circle consisting of bae jinyoung, lee daehwi, park jihoon and lai guanlin

one of them was you 

and the other one? 

jinyoung’s tutor/girlfriend

the school’s blessing - everyone’s angelic sunbae 

(which can also be you bc why the hek not yknow why just be woojin’s crush when you can be baejin’s gf too)

yeah 11/10 his ass got exposed when you decided to skip classes one day

“so woojin, when are you gonna make a move?”

everyone literally stopped, dropped and rolled bc wth boi never told them

while guanlin legit jumped up from his seat, clapping his hands happily and the entire cafeteria was blessed with his yelling and dolphin laughs

“HAH I KNEW IT, WOOJIN HYUNG HAS A CRUSH! Y’ALL OWE ME CHICKEN NUGGETS!”

did they make a bet on chicken nuggets without him??

hek yeah they did (#worthit)

woojin choked on air and he became a stuttering mess, “n-no! where d-did you hear th-that?! h-hahaha that’s s-so funny! i d-don’t like y-y/n!” 

"we never said it was y/n though...?”

“. . . . . .”

“O CRAP. GOTTA GO.”

he grabbed his things and ran away from them never to be seen again 

j u s t  k i d d i n g 

TIME SKIP WHOOSH WHOOSH 

in the end, it took woojin a while to muster up the courage to confess to you 

(well, it was more like it took daehwi, guanlin, jihoon and jinyoung to verbally gang up on him to confess bc they were tired of the never-ending push and pull between you two cos it’s so obvious you liked each other so just date already gosh.)

most of the work was all thanks to jinyoung’s girlfriend who constantly encouraged him and gave him actual advice

she even helped him make a move on you by becoming close to you

unlike some other snakes who he calls friends, whom if you recall put his feelings on the line for chicken nuggets 

eventually you and woojin began to date 

the news quickly spread around the school and it made a number of the male students sad 

bc firstly, bae jinyoung stole the angel of the school 

and now woojin took the badass of the school 

but somehow no one’s mad about it cos baejin and his girl are the school’s new couple goals 

while you and woojin are the ideal “dream team” 

now y’all might be thinking those are the best otp the school has 

but jokes on you 

the best pairing around is you and baejin’s girlfriend 

a duo so great you can probably beat ongniel

you two got really close bc she helped your relationship with woojin become more than friendship

it was a weird sight at first bc two polar opposites are suddenly hanging out; one was well-loved for being a responsible and kind role model whilst the other one was loved for being cheeky and having a mischievous mind 

such contradictory that ended up as an awesome friendship

bc yknow as they say, opposite attracts

and nowadays it actually feels like you and baejin’s girlfriend are dating instead bc you two always hang out

which leaves woojin and jinyoung sulking to themselves 

like every time jinyoung’s girlfriend is on the phone texting 98% of the time she’s talking to you 

“stop two-timing, angels aren’t supposed to be cheaters.” jinyoung would complain as he’d wrap his arms around her

while she’d only laugh at him, “yah- you shouldn’t be talking especially when you scammed me into this relationship despite have such an innocent and angelic face.” 

“that’s a strategy okay! this is a different situation like seriously, are you dating me or are you dating y/n??” he’d ask her with a slight frown

“well then seems like i have to break up with you then-” she would always reply 

11/10 it works every time and baejin would end up sulking until she'd kiss his cheek 

“just kidding - i wouldn’t replace you for anyone else, baejin.”

and tbh you two have gotten so close it’s gotten to the point where baejin got jealous and decided to whip up a plan with woojin about taking you and his girl away from each other 

let me tell you it didn’t work bc y’all were inseparable after instantly clicking

srsly she got your back and vice-versa bc yknow angel-devil duo is science maths

so whenever you and woojin bicker, you two mostly result to threatening about how you’d leave one another 

woojin: i swear i’m gonna go back to jihoon if this continues >:( 

you: ye well go ahead cos jinyoung’s girlfriend is my real soulmate lmao bye felicia xx 

woojin: . . . .i was kidding ;; you know that right? 

you: weLL I WASN’T SO HAHAH BYE BOI IM LEAVING 

woojin: OK OK IM SORRY 

yeah you end up winning bc duh brotp ftw 

ofc there are even times when woojin and jinyoung bicker on whose girlfriend is better 

smh this isn’t a competition idiots 

so whenever they do that, you two just look at each other and leave 

which ends up to jinyoung and woojin eventually coming together to sulk by buying banana milk to “drown” in their sadness bc remember kids, y’all shouldn’t be drinking alcohol underaged 

but even so you love woojin more than anything in the world 

he makes you laugh and smile, your days are brighter when he’s around and you miss him when he isn’t there 

and it’s the same for jinyoung and his girl 

four different individuals with miscellaneous personalities 

which equals to two couples with different stories and different ways of affection

hence to end the story

there is no actual ending 

and no it isn’t bc i’m lazy ok shh don’t misunderstand me smh

the true ending remains a mystery bc the future is unclear and who knows what will happen to these two couples let alone these four individuals 

i mean that’s totally up to you cos duh it isn’t just me controlling this ok 

but these four have no care what happens tomorrow or the day after 

bc they live in the here and now, enjoying every second and every moment they share with their friends, their family and with their special one

and every day is a new day to create fresh and happy memories for them to cherish and remember in their hearts forever

[donthurtmeimbaby]

i am so angry this doesnt have more notes. @jackrrabbit i found your blog while searching for the keyword "smut" in tumblr (lmao im horny ok) AND RUNAWAY IS SO GOOD I STARTED BINGE READING AND NOW- U GIVE ME- FORGETFUL READER AND WHIPPED SHOUTA- WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT- HUH??? WHO? this is so aggressive but im srsly so- im a very emotional person okay, i take things very over the top (i wouldnt say im dramatic- it's just that i think i feel more) and your fics have my heart wrenched and i am so in pain reading your angst and butterflies are in my tummy when i read your stuff- thank you for making fics!!!!!! ❤❤❤❤❤😭😭😭😭😭

A/N: This concept is UNBELIEVEABLY cute, how did you think of it @strawbirb? Please send some of that inspiration my way 💕

Tags/warnings: ficlet, reader has a head injury & partial amnesia, mild fluffy angst, extremely brief implication of reader giving Shouta a bj (blink and you’ll miss it)

Shouta’s getting used to the post-its.

Not that he’ll need to be used to them for long—according to your doctor, you’re only going to be ‘fuzzy’ (your words, not his) for another month or so. The day when you’re out of the woods can’t come soon enough. No matter how many times you reassure him that you’re going to be fine, he keeps catching you in little moments where you can’t remember things—and they’re always simple things, things like brushing your teeth or closing the door behind you, things you should be able to remember without even thinking.

Whenever he sees that frustrated look in your eyes as you try to recall what you’ve lost track of, he feels frozen, paralyzed with the fear that any day you could wake up and not remember anything. That you could not remember him.

He wishes it was that easy for him to forget how you looked in the hospital bed with bandages wrapped around your face and tubes sticking out of your arms. Shouta’s pretty sure that image is going to haunt him until the day he dies—

Stop. When he admitted it to you, you got upset and told him you didn’t want him to think of you that way. And he wants to respect your wishes, because right now (and always, to be honest), there is literally nothing he wouldn’t do to make you happy. Including putting up with having post-its tacked onto every flat surface in his house.

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[cluelessmochi-blog]

seat neighbor taehyung.

doesn't understand the concept of personal space && the fact that he's so tall and basically a tree with its branches hanging all over the place doesn't help either

so when he falls asleep

which is like 80% of the time

you have to deal with a sleeping taehyung on your shoulder or sprawled over the whole desk

and like 

at first you brushed him off resulting in him yelping as his head fell onto the desk and he looked so offended and insulted it was kind of cute

but now

you don't mind bc he is handsome and somehow its cute b UT AT THE SAME TIME HOW ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO STUDY WTH ???

but you kind of cope with it since you got used to it somehow ??? 

the other 20% in class is spent with him asking you for basically anything bc he has never something on himself

"can i pleasseee get a pen ??"

"um...would you mind giving me a piece of paper?" 

and so on

so you just

give in && obey to his every will because how can you say no to this cute face ???

but when the person behind you even dares to ask, you will just say no and they're mostly like ?? why ??? while tae is like :^) and ur just like ???

basically, it's weird sitting next to tae since you're always short on stuff && confused about your life choices but it's also kind of comfy 

like he is never annoying or late to class && most of the time he shows up ( even if he just sleeps for the whole hour )

you don’t even question his weird behaviour since u got used to it

its also nice bc you always have some music next to you 

the reason is tae will always listen to music when he’s sleeping and it’s not even loud

but

since he’s so close while napping, you’ll always get to listen what he listens to 

tbh it’s such a weird mix 

it fits him

like sometimes it will be slow ballads

then full on hip-hop

there is no in between and it’s just like him

like he is either doing something really passionately or sleeping

that’s how you know him at least

however one day while he is soundly sleeping next to you, his head casually on your shoulder while you’re concentrating on thESE GODDAMN EQUATIONS LIKE WHAT IS MATH ???

so you were sitting there trying to understand the lesson while absentmindedly tapping your shoe to the rhythm of the song that taehyung’s been listening to 

and then you notice

that this type of music is so different from the rest ?? like it’s kind of jazzy but so soothing

and it’s just instrumental 

but you like it even though you’ve never heard it before 

so after class you awkwardly walk up to him bc u never rlly talked before after class but it’s cool right ?? 

so you just 

hi

and it’s so awkward at first like taehyung doesn’t even notice you talking to him bc he’s too tall he cant hear u

no but srsly 

you grow kind of impatient and just lightly tap him 

and taetae has a thing for being dramatic so he whips around looking shook af and you just ?? what is this living meme ??

you straight up ask him what is this jazz song that he’s been listening to bc you found it so unfitting for his usual choice of music

and with straight up asking i mean stumbling over your own words like a mess bc college made you a mess now you live the mess life

and tae is too pure he doesn’t even question you knowing his taste in music even though the both of you are barely on first name basis

and he just kind of radiates all of a sudden ??

and you’re like holy shit what did i do

then you’re suddenly dragged out of the room and you want to scream bc what is hAPPENING ???

but you stay quiet since you’re interested and he clearly wants to show you somerthing ?? you guess ??

so after 5 minutes of strolling over the campus with kim taehyung as your guide

you find yourself back in a place you’ve probably been like 3 times ??

the official music room of the college

and you’re kind of stunned while only looking at everything, not noticing that tae is holding a literal saxophone in his hands

as soon as you notice you kind of question him even further ??

but knowing taehyung he’s probably just playing around like he does with his other friends 

n O YOU DON’T STALK HIM SHUSH

back to the scene where the both of you are in the music room

so he just grins his rectangular grin while looking so proud and suddenly he starts playing

and you swear

your breathing stops for a second

reason one is you never heard such passionate and jazzy sounds being played live before you and only for you

and reason two is you never expected taehyung to be the person to show you something like that

don’t understand this wrong tho like you knew he is more than he seems to be because he’s sleeping 80% of the time and still doesn’t fail ?? lIKE HOW BOI U A WIZARD ??

no but you never expected this

so you just sit down on the ground while looking at this goof who was literally napping on your shoulder minutes ago

and now he is here

playing like a professional and giving you a private concert 

and when he stops you’re somehow sad bc it was so beautiful and you kind of didn’t want it to end

you’re still staring at him completely surprised and shocked with your mouth agape while he’s grinning and out of breath

but he looks

so content

you can’t help but stare

and it’s not only the art he produced seconds ago you are so stunned by no it’s taehyung himself bc he literally is art

WOAH YOU’RE GETTING CHEESY SNAP OUT OF IT

and you’re the one who gets out of the daze first by taehyung jumping into your face with his cheery expression while screaming

“AND??”

and you’re like

omg om omgomg g

why is he like that 

SO YOU JUST TRY TO MATCH HIS CHEERY ATTITUDE AND THROW YOUR HANDS UP IN THE AIR LIKE

“YOU’RE PHENOMENAL!!”

since you’re not only talking about the music b uuuttt,,

anyways he just chuckles and yanks you up to stand again and suddenly he gets shy 

“thank you...” 

and you’re still like how ?????? why do u do this ???

you can’t help it he’s just so pure

that’s how you got introduced to saxophonist kim taehyung

and you bet your ass he is going to jump into your face after every lesson so you will accompany him to the music room

“(Y/N) !! I’VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR SO LONG LEMME SHOW YOU !!”

“KIM TAEHYUNG WE HAVE A TEST TOMORROW!!”

“.....please ?”

“ok...”

aND YOU JUST CANT SAY NO OK 

so you always get dragged to the music room after class ends and actually you don’t really mind because through this you get to know him better + you’re able to listen to this a+ fantastic music

you find out why he’s always so sleepy in class and it’s basically bc he always works on new music and mostly with his friends who have no classes in the morning 

so he forgets to go to sleep

and you just kind of face palm but at the same time ?? it’s cute ?? it’s weird ??? it’s tae

also you get to know how much of a sucker for little kids he is when you have to take care of your nephew bc your sister is like sry gtg !!! and ur like im in college how should i take care of a child for a day ???

and it’s basically illegal but pshhh ur sister doesn’t care

so you come to the music room one day with this 4 year old boy who is so shy around you and you just ?? idk maybe tae will know what to do

and as soon as you enter the room with this kid tAE ALMOST COMBUSTS BC WHO IS THIS CUTIE RIGHT HERE ???

needless to say tae befriends the child so easily you’re like ?? wth ?? i’m his aunt 

ur like :^( and tae is like :^) and the child is like :^))))))))

bc he literally starts to love taehyung and they’re playing around while you’re watching and ur kind of mad

but at the same time you’re happy 

because iT’S SO CUTE 

so when it’s time to say goodbye, tae’s heart breaks a little since he has to let go of this cute child even tho it’s only been like 2 hours he cAN’T

your sisters sees this and is like

“well if your boyfriend is so eager to take care of him, he shall visit his aunt more often!”

aND YOU JUST GO RED WHILE TAE GRINS FROM EAR TO EAR AND YOU JUST ASSUME THAT HE’S TOO OBLIVIOUS TO NOTICE THAT SHE BASICALLY CALLED YOU BOTH A COUPLE BC HE’S IN LOVE WITH THE KID

so as the both of them leave and you wave them goodbye you’re so nervous && embarrassed while your sister winks at you 

you’re like ??? I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO ??

and after that you don’t even talk about your sister calling taehyung your boyfriend because nobody brings it up so you just ?? shrug it off ?? even tho you’re somewhat sad ??

until one day tae doesn’t show up to class 

and you assume he’s sick because he never skips classes 

so then when a week passes without the two of you seeing each other

you get worried and start asking around on campus if somebody knows where he is

finALLY !!! someone helps you and it’s jungkook as you will later find out, tae’s roommate along with somebody named jimin b ut that’s later :)

so you get guided by jungkook to the boy’s dormitory and you feel so  ouT OF PLACE ?? like everywhere are boys or girls who are in a relationship with a guy who’s living here 

but anyways

you open the door and there is the tree you’ve been missing

sprawled on his bed with sheets and empty cups which were once filled with instant noodles covering his body

jungkook and you both sigh simultaneously bc honestly ?? he’s such a mess

“he’s been like this for the past week.”

u just look up to the other tall male and there are literal question marks in your eyes 

jungkook just chuckled at you and shrugs

“you know musicians....they struggle. even when their muse is right in front of them.”

aND YOU’RE STILL LIKE ????

jungkook is like do we have a taehyung 2.0 or why is this girl not understanding what i’m saying 

so he just grips your shoulder turns you to tae still being passed out and then back and kind of shakes you 

“ HE LIKES YOU OK “

AND YOU’RE LIKE AAAAAAA

bc what is this rollercoaster of emotions ???

taehyung is getting up because the shouting of his roommate interrupted his peaceful slumber so he’s trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes while smacking his lips 

and iT’S CUTE 

he’s cute

and he’s like half asleep as he watches the both of you standing in the door frame 

“who likes me ?”

AND KOOKIE IS AT THE VERGE OF EXPLOSION BC WHY DOES HE HAVE TO PLAY ARMOR 

so he has enough and just pushes you on top of tae and leaves 

pfft not his business

the scene was pretty hilarious, not for you tho

laying on top of each other in a sea of empty cup noodles and music sheets

and tae is stunned bc w HAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING HERE I DIDN’T EVEN NOTICE WHAT

and ur like chill dude

b ut the only thing you get out is ‘hey’

AND HE’S THE SAME

and for the next two minutes, you just sit beside each other in silence and embarrassment bc ?? omg what

B UT THEN you decide it’s time to spill the tea because you’RE LIKE U KNOW FUCK IT

“soiheardyoulikemeilikeyoutooyourehonestlyreallycuteok”

and you speak so fast and are basically a tomato but he understands and just grins 

so you’re like wha t 

and he’s again :^)

tae randomly tackling you to the bed and you getting your breath knocked o UT HELP 

and the both of you just stay like this for a while

however the peaceful silence is disturbed by tae teasing you 

“you likeeeee meee”

“i can’t believe it either...”

and he’s like :^( all of a sudden

so you pANIC AND KISS HIS FOREHEAD BC WHAT TO DO SUNSHINE IS UNHAPPY

taehyung starts giggling like a little school girl bc he’s honestly so happy

AND THE LITTLE KISS

he takes it as an invitation to pepper your face with kisses b c HE’S SO HIGH ON SKINSHIP 

and also remeber that he doesn’t understand personal space ? well yeah he really doesn’t 

so yOU’RE LIKE STAHP

but it’s in a playful manner so just laugh and it’s so lovely and cute

and you never had imagined that kim taehyung would ever like you

bc honestly he is handsome !!!111 LIKE REALLY

even teachers sometimes hit on him

and he’s always nice

so you’re like h OW COME I DESERVE YOU

after play fighting with tae tae you ask where he’s been

and he becomes this shy bean again and rUBS HIS NECK AND IS LIKE

“i’ve liked you for a while now....and i wanted to confess. but in a special way you know ? i wanted to do it with a song.”

a ND YOU’RE ON THE VERGE OF CRYING BC HOW CAN SOMEBODY BE SO PURE ???

s O YOU JUST TACKLE HIM AGAIN AND HE CHUCKLES BC HE FINDS YOU SO ENDEARING AS WELL

ehem moving on

you find out that he finds it lacks something and gives you his headphones to listen to it

after a while you actually agree with him and he gets kind of sulky like ‘i knew it :^(’

b ut you’re quick to interject likE NO NO NO I MEAN IT’S BEAUTIFUL BUT IT DOESN’T SOUND COMPLETE

“hm....but why tho.”

“ you say it’s a confession right?”

you again turning red with the thought and h e nods

s O YOU JUST BLURT OUT

“well how ab out you singing i mean a confession is kind of through words and i like your voice it would be so ni ce.”

at first he looks at you in diseblief 

then he’s thinking

then finding the idea ridiculous bc what ?? m Y VOICE ?? nononononon i can’t sing 

but maybe jimin could sing the lyrics or even kookie ??

and ur like n O IT HAS TO BE YOU !!

and he whines bc whyyyyy

you’re just like you’re the one confessing right ?

“right...”

then you will sing !

at this moment: you: >:^) tae: >:^(

b ut you get what you want since you’re so pretty and cute and tae doesn’t know how to say no to a cute face like yours

and THE SONG IS PHENOMENAL JUST LIKE YOU EXPECTED IT TO BE 

and each of the boys ( whom you got to know while producing tae’s confession song ) agrees and they’re in awe at taehyung’s beautiful && soothing voice

at the end you’re like i knew it !! and tae is like yeah ok babe you’re the best

and you want to complain but he kisses you so it’s okay i guess ??

so then you ask for the name of the song because everyone agrees that it should be put on soundcloud so everyone can listen to it 

“(Y/N)”

“yeah ?”

“no...(Y/N) is the name of the song.”

“W A IT NO!!”

“why not ? the song is literally about you !! and it is still for you, so its name is (Y/N).”

“TAE!”

“it’s already uploaded it.”

“goddamnit taehyung.”

he’s so smiley then :^)

after that everyone officially knows you’re a couple because well iT’S QUITE OBVIOUS ISN’T IT ??

also the thirst for tae’s voice is real

and you’re always so proud of your boyfriend

sometimes you don’t even feel worthy of being his girlfriend bc he’s so talented and you’re just ?? well, you’re you nothing more

and it’s on one of your date nights ( you both are sitting in the boy’s dorm while watching disney movies) when you start crying

“ don’t cry babe,it’s just a movie albeit it’s still sa-”

“it’s not the movie, tae.”

then you start explaining all the doubt that’s been lingering within your mind these past months of being together and he’s seriously confused as to why you can’t see what he sees 

so then he goes on to explain why he fell in love with you

“(Y/N). You’re my muse. My everything. Without you, I would have never been able to show my true potential. You were always there to support me and even kept up with my weird antics. You never gave up on me and pushed me to my limits. I love that. But I also love you as a person. I’ve watched you since day one, since you walked into the class for the first time and became my seat neighbor. You’re so smart and nice and always so...perfect. You’re my inspiration. I love you.”

aND NOW YOU’RE CRYING EVEN HARDER BC WOW

and tae doesn’t know what to do ??? like help me ???

but you just kiss him all of a sudden and then he knows that everything’s good

“I love you,too, Kim Taehyung. Saxophonist, musician, singer or whatever you’ll be in the future. I’ll alway love and support you. No matter what.”

aND HE JUST SQUIRMS AND SQUEAKS AND NEEDS TO HUG YOU SO BAD HE ALMOST CRUSHES YOU

but it’s fine

because that’s how taehyung is

~~~

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