#still up late and got school the next day

[psychotic-clover]

Hey punch out community! First time posting art here. Hope y'all don’t mind me joining along. (Also sorry if the quality looks bad)

[bbyseok]

the final conclusion of this post, where your boyfriend gojo satoru always starts floating because of his powers whenever you kiss him…

some time in your second or third year, satoru got ahold of his powers and no longer floats up into the air after you bestow him a kiss on the lips. it’s a funny endeavor that you’ll miss, but it did make your make out sessions a whole lot easier.

it’s years later.

he’s older now—you both are; your seemingly carefree high school days are long behind you now, but the two of you still find yourselves at jujutsu high as teachers.

gojo satoru couldn’t ask for a better partner than you to help him navigate his dream in supporting a new generation of sorcerers, and he gets along with his students very well (so he says).

your life is far from perfect… plagued by dangerous curses, riddled with the higher ups’ stupidity, getting through every day not knowing what could happen next—but it’s enough for you, especially with satoru at your side.

but it seems like it’s not quite enough for satoru.

it’s some time past midnight.

even after all this time, gojo still craves those stupid, overly sweet candies and late night snack runs. old habits die hard apparently.

he claims that it keeps your love life spontaneous, and who are you to deny him?

“‘toru…” you groan, rubbing at your eyes groggily as he tugs you along.

you’re clad in one of gojo’s hoodies that thrown over you in his haste, and it’s much too big on you with your hands that are drowning in the arm sleeves. (but for the record, you look like the epitome of perfection in your boyfriend’s eyes like this.)

but the snowy-haired man pays little attention to your weak protests, his boyish laugh being carried on the evening breeze.

it’s a fond sound you’ll never tire of as he says, “come on, sweetheart! i promise i’ll get you whatever you want.”

he always does.

and after you’ve secured snacks and whatever gojo had been craving for, you’re back outside. but you only take a few steps when it strikes you that this place seems somewhat… familiar.

the artificial light glows strongly from the convenience store, paired with the glistening moonlight pouring down from the night sky. it’s simple and pretty, but you’re distracted by the way it highlights satoru’s eyes.

this is the very same place where you and satoru had your first kiss.

it’s been a while since you’ve both been here—life is like that. the lights and windows have been altered in appearance, and the building itself has aged… but it’s obvious that it’s still the same place.

“satoru?” you sputter out, surprised.

he merely grins at you, his head tilting to the side bashfully with his snowy bangs falling over his eyes. “i never forgot about this store,” he confesses, glancing at it briefly.

your gaze softens, following his gaze. “me either.”

gojo grabs ahold of one of your hands, his thumb gently tracing over the lines of your knuckles as he meets your stare again. “you know, i think i fell in love with you that night you kissed me here,” he tells you, followed by a quiet chuckle.

his words cause a flurry of butterflies to erupt in your stomach. he always manages to do that, even after all this time. “yeah?” you hum softly.

satoru nods. “mhm.” after a moment, he continues. “so i… i think it’s rather fitting that i do this here too.”

you blink at him. “..do what?”

with his free hand, gojo digs into his jacket pocket for something. there’s a permanent smile sketched onto his lips as he finds it, and then—

he slowly sinks down on to one knee.

there’s a ring held delicately in his fingers, glistening in the dark. your breath catches.

you hadn’t expected for him to propose to you like this—way past your bedtime next to the convenience store with a grocery bag full of candies in your hands but now that you think about it… it’s very gojo satoru for you.

at the look of bewilderment painted over your face, satoru laughs.

“well…” and he utters your name with a tenderness that you and only you know, “will you marry me?”

a wobbly laugh leaves you then, your heart caught in your throat. “—!? yes! yes, satoru, i’ll marry you.”

gojo slips the ring onto your finger with ease, like it had always belonged there. you immediately pull him up to his feet as the two of you eye how the gemstone glimmers against your skin.

when your eyes meet his crystalline blue ones, it feels like the stars are under your feet, meeting him halfway in a passionate kiss.

you’ve kissed him probably more than millions of times in this lifetime—through the good and the bad; some are somber, some are silly.

and tonight?

you’re— oh, you’re floating.

sure enough, satoru’s feet are off the floor due to his powers for old times’ sake, dragging you up with him in his arms, and it makes you giggle against his lips.

“‘toru?!!”

but gojo seems just as surprised and amused by this circumstance just as you are. you can feel the puff of his laughter, the kind of laughter that makes his shoulders shake.

“guess you still sweep me off my feet,” satoru cheekily remarks.

to which you only respond with a fond roll of your eyes—and another kiss that steals his breath away and keeps you both in the air.

oh, well—soon, he’ll be your husband that occasionally floats when you kiss him.

[spiderfunkz]

HYUN-JU x CLINGY!READER

pairings. cho hyun-ju x f!reader

author's note: i've been superrr busy with school lately, so i'm trying my best to balance my time and so far it's been great! but of course please be patient with your requests hehe🦭🦭 i'm working on a lot right now!

▸ let's start off with love languages. hyun-ju in my opinion is an acts of service angel! she's such a gentlewoman if you will— someone who will do whatever, whenever, if it means good for you. other than that she loves spending time with you, just your presence alone brightens her day.

▸ quality time means you can be as clingy as you want with her. though, she isn't big with public displays of affection or pda, she always has you near her, as long as you're comfortable, she's perfectly okay. sometimes you'd go out, holding each other's pinky while walking, and you'd go back home basically attached to her by the hip.

▸ she doesn't like to admit it verbally or out loud, but she loves when you just lay next to her and start snuggling up to her. especially after a rough day, it makes her feel so much more at ease and calm. again, she just loves spending time with you even if that means the time is comfortable silence as you slowly fall asleep on her shoulder.

▸ she likes to tease you by calling you a koala, as they tend to cling onto their guardians for warmth and protection. it's cute, and if you were being honest, you do seek for her during cold hours.

▸ hyun-ju gets clingy too. but she's just hesitant when acting it out, you're quick to reassure her that it's all okay though. at the end of the day, you two attach yourselves like velcro until you both fall asleep.

▸ the first time you started acting clingy, hyun-ju got really flustered and shy. for example, during a movie night you rested your head on her shoulder. "are you okay, hyun-ju? you've been so still," in reality, she was scared you would move away from her, "no, no, it's alright. please stay," she'll slowly lay her head on yours.

▸ some times she'll just be minding her own business while you try to scare her, but obviously her previous military training skills kick in, "i can sense that you are behind me, love." she'll giggle as you sigh in defeat, "you're no fun, never mind the kiss then!"

▸ but she's just so gentle and kind with you, like she can't stand seeing you sad or pout. "are you okay? do you need anything?" her voice sounded like a soft lullaby, "i just need you. if that's alright," — "it's more than alright. come here, love."

▸ she's protective too. always has a close eye on you in public. she can just be very protective in general. you must not worry, because she's always got your back! she's very reassuring and is very emotionally intelligent.

▸ you love it when she cooks. you tie her apron into the most perfect bow, she'll tie her hair up in the most attractive way, and you love when she cooks mostly because you can peek over her shoulder, wrap your hands around her waist, and see what she's doing.

▸ "smells really good, hyun." you say, kissing her cheek. time passed and you're still stuck onto her, constantly asking silly questions that are quick to make hyun-ju distracted. "you really are glued to me. you're not going anywhere, hm?" she'll smile, "nope. i'm staying right here." — "good, i'll start to miss you too much."

[millershands]

morning person

joel miller x fem!reader || on ao3

tags: no!outbreak, established relationship, lots and lots of fluff, sarah lives but no ellie, joel is a bit self-deprecating at one point but blame it all on his ex-wife, she is also mentioned in a paragraph, joel just deserves to be happy guys :(((

wc: 1.2k

note: this truly came to me by ranting to my twin @lalavenderangel that joel miller would be that old man who wakes up at the ass crack of dawn to drink coffee on his porch. thank you to my twin but also @berryispunk for making sure that this was readable for you all🙂‍↕️

Joel Miller has never really been a morning person. 

Before Sarah was old enough to wake herself up, he practically dragged himself out of bed. He absolutely could not function without a cup of coffee in his system, which still stands true but now he rather savors the flavor than haul it down his throat to wake up and get going.

As the years went by Sarah eventually went to college and found love. Which soon enough led to her starting her own family with their own early mornings. Whilst it hurt him to see his baby girl grow up, he was happy for her. Joel even cried when she announced that she was expecting. Cried even more when the little baby boy arrived.

Lord knows how much Tommy would pester him to settle down with someone “now that Sarah was off to college”. Which really only increased once Joel laid eyes on you that one fateful night in a shitty bar that Tommy dragged him into. You couldn’t have thanked Tommy enough for introducing him to you. Which was by basically pushing Joel towards you, forcing him to make a move.

Whilst he was very rusty at the whole dating thing, you couldn’t have been more infatuated by him. He still had his Miller™ charm despite being a few years out of practice. What really sold the deal for you was seeing the paternal side of him when he was with Sarah. Their shenanigans being so endearing that you couldn’t help but fall in love.

It took a little over two years before you moved in. He blames it on Sarah still being in college at the time and not wanting to upset her by having his girlfriend living with them once she finished school. But in reality it was that Joel didn’t wanna fuck it all up. 

Sarah’s mom and him got married and bought a house basically as soon as the two lines appeared. It was rushed and it ended as soon as it started. Leaving him alone with his little baby girl and the house, that in all reality he bought for them and their future.

He didn’t want that with you.

He wanted to take it slow with you. Learn what makes you tick. What your all time favorite movie is. How you like your coffee in the morning. Make sure that it wasn’t rushed this time. That he could be enough for once. ‘Cause fuck. He’ll be damned if he lost the most perfect woman he’d ever met.

Even though he wanted to wait for you to move in, you practically already lived there. You were paying for an apartment you rarely stepped foot in. Your closet was nearly empty since most of your clothes had already found a home next to his.

You were the one to officially ask him on a late saturday morning, bodies entangled together after your morning escapades. Your head was resting on his chest whilst your fingers softly danced over his patchy beard that you loved so much. Not that it took much convincing for him to agree that it was time. Especially since Sarah moved in with her boyfriend a few weeks earlier.

Living together was easy enough. On days you had work, it was usually 50/50 on who would wake up first. However as the years went by, Joel was the one to wake up first. It may have been his internal clock kicking in after all the years or his body having a pavlovian response of getting caffeine by a certain hour. You however were still in bed for at least an hour more, determined to get your seven hours of sleep before tackling the day.

Eventually you two moved to a quaint little house outside the city, beautiful pieces of empty land surrounding you. The porch out back adorned a little table and two chairs facing out towards the lawn. With said lawn being full of toys, evidence of you being grandparents to a toddler, whose eyes were identical to Joel’s. During the late summer nights you would find yourself in your separate chairs, his guitar in his lap as he softly strummed a soft melody for you.

Now, at nearly six am, he sat in his designated chair on your back porch, a nearly empty cup of black coffee in hand. The sun was set to rise soon, the darkness slowly lifting around him rendering the porchlight unnecessary. After a short while he heard the telltale sound of you opening the sliding door and walking out to him, your own cup of coffee in hand. 

“Morning, darlin’.” He greets as you close the sliding door. His southern drawl ever so present as he looked up at you with a soft smile. You couldn’t help but smile back. The way his face lit up at the mere presence of you, made you all happy and giddy despite having spent a little over a decade together.

“I put on a new pot for us.” Your voice still laced with sleep but affectionate nonetheless. Even though you missed waking up next to him. Seeing him with his, most likely third, cup of coffee waiting for you to wake up, made up for it.

You softly shuffled towards him, sitting down on his lap. Wrapping your arm around his shoulders as you both look out over the growing field in front of you. His calloused hand finding its home on your thigh, unconsciously caressing in a slow and soft movement. You take a sip of your coffee before placing it next to his as you softly speak again.

“Did you talk to Tommy about this weekend? I figured I’d go to the store after work to get the rest.” You turn your head to look down at him only to be met with his soft gaze already on you.

“Yeah, he said he and Maria will be here by six at the very least.” His eyes admiring you as if he doesn’t do it every single day.

“Good.” You lean down to softly kiss him which he doesn’t hesitate to act upon. His thumb softly rubs your thigh in a loving manner, making you softly hum into the kiss in content. Your eyes open as you pull away, meeting his eyes that’s swimming with love for you.

You turn your head back to look out as the sun peeks out from the horizon. Your wedding ring clinking against the porcelain as you pick up your coffee with a dash of milk, Joel’s eyes never leaving your face. 

Fuck, was he lucky to have you.

He managed to not only find a perfect woman but also managed to marry her. What the two of you have is exactly what he wanted, domestic and so full of love. You were even a perfect mother figure to Sarah despite not having a child of your own. You never judged him for anything and you showed actual interest in him. You made him feel loved and appreciated — which you still do, every single day.

His mornings consisted of his left hand holding his coffee cup, stained after years of use. His right hand softly touching you whether it be your thigh or hand, as you either listen to the soft chirps from the small birds in the surrounding trees or the radio softly playing in the background, your favorite channel always on.

Joel Miller may not really have been a morning person. But sitting here with you in his lap, his wife, clad in his warm flannel as both of you watch the sunrise. He realizes that maybe, just maybe, he was a morning person after all.

archive tag: @pedrostories

dividers by: @saradika-graphics

[lale-txt]

STAR CROSSED ; Oikawa x f!reader

The flutter of her long eyelashes; all the wishes for him not to leave her alone upon them. The unfathomable hurt and the betrayal in her gaze. The love, too.

contains: f!reader, hurt/comfort, ldr goodbyes, messy and complicated feelings, can be read as a sequel to colder, closer (but works as a standalone too), oikawa pov, don't be fooled by the bright header this is one of the fics where the author works through some issues

word count: 1.3k

You’re always leaving, Tōru.

Her words cut like glass because they are true. In all honesty he doesn’t know why she still puts up with him, but his love is selfish enough not to seek answers to that. As long as she still hiccup cries against his chest the night he’s heading to the airport, she still belongs to him, right?

It’s always the same, like a malfunctioning dance they had perfected by now. On his last day they’ll go out for brunch together and she’ll be overly chatty and cheerful, as if she wants him to remember her like that. The bright girl he fell in love with all the years back in high school, with their tables pushed together during lunch break and their feet nudging each other underneath them, the small wonky doodles in his notebook and their pinkies touching over their homework, so quiet and subtle. Even back then he wanted her all for himself. His sun, his girl, his everything.

Oikawa still remembers what the kiss tasted like, the one he stole from her lips during training camp, when she scraped her knee falling down the stairs and he put a band-aid on it for her in an empty classroom. Overly sweet, a little salty from her tears, and so full of longing. Looking back it’s almost ironic how he kneeled before her, sweet talking her nonstop so she’d stop crying, so he could bask in the light of her again. Greedy, but he meant them. All the things he told her that afternoon, he meant them.

You’re so brave. You can hold on to me. There, there, doesn’t hurt so bad when we’re together, right? Is that a smile? You really are the sweetest, aren’t you? Such a heartthrob. What, me? Nah, there’s only one girl I want. Yes, you know her. Who is she? I’ll let you in on a secret.   

How he slowly peeled her fists in her lap apart, his fingers tangling with hers, his thumb rubbing soothingly over her sore wrist. He had tried catching her by it before she fell but it was too late, and in the blink of an eye she slipped right through his grasp. Fleeting, like a dream. 

He used to kiss her pain away once. Now he only causes more of it whenever he tries.

Back at the apartment she’ll busy herself while he packs his bags, and by busying herself he means she’ll cry quietly in the kitchen or on the balcony, somewhere she thinks he can’t see or hear her. Sometimes she’ll let him wrap her in his arms and kiss the top of her head, sometimes she’ll flinch away from him when he tries. 

This home belongs to the two of them. There’s both of their names on the doorbell, his toothbrush next to hers on the bathroom counter, his custom-tailored suit hanging next to her backless gown in the closet. Photo albums with shared memories of them are stacked next to his nightstand, magnets of places they traveled together are pinned to the fridge, next to her desk sit the dried flowers from the bouquet he got her before he set off to Argentina.

His belongings are there, but he isn’t. He’s always leaving.

Iwaizumi got angry with him one night when he told him about the small velvet box he keeps for her, for the right moment, when things are less fragile. She’s a caged bird, Oikawa. Set her free. She’s hurting all the time and you know it. Oikawa is aware his best friend has been there for her at times while he was at the other end of the world, picking up the pieces he willingly shattered with his absence. He probably should feel guilty about it but he can’t; not when her love is the sole thing in the world that keeps him going. Her tears a fickle proof that her feelings for him haven’t changed.

Back then, it was easier. Held hands on their way home from school, kisses that tasted like popsicles and honey melon, confessions written with sunscreen on her bare back. Her head resting against his shoulder during hours of bus rides, shared earphones and his thumb spelling L-O-V-E in the palm of her hand. Her airy laughs fawning over his skin when he kissed her neck, idle fingers tangling in his hair and her entire heart on his tongue. 

For one summer, they were allowed to dream that they were indestructible. 

It’s the dead hours between him shutting his suitcases and putting on his shoes for his departure that he loves the most; when the apartment gets eerily quiet and they find their way back to bed again. With her weight on top of him and her face hidden in the crook of his neck, whispering all these sweet things against his skin. Their legs tangled under the sheets and his fingers dancing up and down her spine, his other hand on the back of her thigh to pull her impossibly closer against him. It’s the moments her love for him feels the most palpable.

She’s waiting–she’s always waiting–and some days Oikawa gets scared that she’ll get tired of it. Tired of him. Tired of pouring love in a broken vessel. Tired, tired, tired.

He loves her. In the solar system of their universe they’re two moons, always facing and orbiting around another, forever drawn to their counterpart. There’s no him without her. When she sinks into his arms, he feels a faint sense of coming home, of belonging. It drowns out everything; the fears and the doubts and his useless pride. A lunar eclipse in his embrace. 

“You’ll love me forever, right?”, he murmurs into the dark, trailing kisses along her jaw, coaxing her to look at him. He has her face memorized from touch alone, the ghost of her underneath his fingertips when he was alone again. She’s still here, her heart still drumming against his ribcage with his arms wrapped around her. 

He’ll never get used to that look in her eyes, he thinks. It’s the same she gave him when he told her about going to Argentina after high school. The flutter of her long eyelashes; all the wishes for him not to leave her alone upon them. The unfathomable hurt and the betrayal in her gaze. The love, too. 

“What about me?” she asks, her voice wavering a little, and it’s like they’re eighteen again and she’s too prideful to ask him to stay and too lonely to walk away. They’re one of a kind. “Will you love me forever?”

Oikawa scoffs, as if the underlying doubt in her words was absurd. In one swift movement he rolls her on her back, pinning her down underneath him. He likes how her legs come apart to make room for him between them, and he likes the way her breath hitches when he grabs her chin to make sure her eyes stay on him in the dim light of the bedroom. Her lovesick gaze mirrors his own. 

“Sweet girl… really now?” he hushes her with a condescending click of his tongue before he leans down, lifting her hips to meet him. His lips find her neck and leave a mark for every day they’ll be apart again soon, and his fingers write all the things he can’t say to her yet against her bare skin till she comes undone underneath him. It’s what he does. Taking her apart, over and over again, making her forget all the ways he shatters her heart with one kiss after another. 

She’s a siren song, he thinks. Impossible to resist and drowning him slowly, but he lets her. As long as it means that he gets to have her, he’ll let her. He loves her more than life, more than the entire sun, more than his own vain beating heart. 

a/n: i need to throttle him

gen taglist: @kentocalls @wyrcan @nekozaki @kittygirl11829 @bakingcuriosity

@bakery-anon @jodercriis @chaotic-neutral-ig @kitsune-kita

gen taglist is open! fill out this form to be added (or removed, no hard feelings) ♡

[airybcby]

also for the new event ~ 🍊 & 🍰 with kunigami please!

hi! of course!

a kunigami rensuke orange cake :)

જ⁀♡⊹｡° fall out of line

♡ a/n — for my more than a married couple event!

♡ content — kunigami rensuke x gn! reader, ex! kunigami, ex! reader, mutual pining, established relationship (past) , kunigami wanting to focus on soccer, cuddling, second chance romance

♡ synopsis — all kunigami rensuke had wanted was to go pro in soccer, but at the cost of losing you? maybe this secind chance was everything he'd been waiting for.

You hadn’t seen Kunigami Rensuke in over a year. Not since the day he ended things.

“I need to focus on soccer,” he had said, standing in your doorway, his tone heavy with determination and regret. “I can’t give you the time or attention you deserve.”

You’d nodded, forcing yourself to keep your expression neutral. Kunigami’s dream of going pro had always been a driving force in his life, something you’d admired about him. You knew he wasn’t lying when he said he was doing this for you—but knowing didn’t make it hurt any less.

The first few months after the breakup were a blur of trying to fill the space he’d left behind. The late-night texts, the movie marathons, the quiet comfort of his presence—they were all gone. And now, over a year later, you were standing in a shared apartment with him again, thanks to the school’s brilliant marriage simulation program.

Of course, out of all the people in your class, it had to be him.

“Hey,” he said, his voice lower than you remembered, as if carrying the weight of unspoken things.

“Hi,” you replied, gripping the strap of your bag tightly.

He shifted his weight awkwardly, his golden eyes darting to meet yours for a brief second before flicking away. “It’s been a while.”

“Yeah,” you said, your throat dry. “It has.”

The silence that followed was heavy, both of you acutely aware of the space between you.

Living together again was… surreal.

Kunigami was still the same in so many ways, and yet there was a new edge to him. He was quieter, more reserved, as if he were keeping something locked away.

He took on the role of caretaker almost immediately, cooking meals and cleaning without a word. When you offered to help, he’d shake his head and say, “It’s fine. I’ve got it.”

It was the same thoughtfulness you remembered, but now it felt tinged with guilt, like he was trying to make up for something.

The first week passed with polite conversations and carefully maintained boundaries. But as the days turned into weeks, the awkwardness began to thaw—just a little.

One evening, after dinner, you suggested watching a movie.

He hesitated. “I don’t know…”

“Come on,” you said, giving him a small smile. “It’s not like there’s much else to do.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Alright. But you pick.”

Settling onto the couch felt strangely familiar, like slipping into an old routine. He sat at one end, keeping a respectful distance, but as the movie played, you noticed the tension in his shoulders easing.

“That was… not bad,” he admitted as the credits rolled, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

“See?” you teased, nudging him playfully. “Told you it’d be fun.”

He chuckled softly, the sound stirring something in your chest. For the first time in a long time, it felt like you were seeing glimpses of the Kunigami you used to know.

The next week, you convinced him to watch another movie.

Halfway through, you both fell asleep on the couch.

When you woke up, it was to the unfamiliar sensation of warmth against your side. Blinking groggily, you realized you were leaning against him, your head resting on his shoulder. His arm was draped loosely around you, his steady breathing brushing against your hair.

Your heart skipped a beat as you took in the scene.

Kunigami stirred, his eyes fluttering open. When he registered the situation, he tensed immediately, pulling away as if burned.

“Sorry,” he muttered, his face flushing red. “I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s fine,” you said quickly, brushing it off even as your cheeks burned. “Really.”

But the tension lingered, heavy and unspoken.

The shared moments began to pile up, each one pulling you back toward the memories of what you used to have.

One night, while you were working on an assignment at the kitchen table, you caught him watching you out of the corner of your eye.

“What?” you asked, looking up.

He blinked, as if snapped out of a trance. “Nothing,” he said, turning back to the dishes.

But the softness in his expression lingered, making your chest ache.

You thought about all the nights you used to spend like this—curled up together on the couch, laughing over something silly, sharing quiet conversations about your dreams and fears. It felt impossible to ignore how much you’d missed it.

As the program neared its end, the apartment felt heavier with each passing day.

The night before you were set to leave, you suggested watching one last movie. He agreed, though his expression was hard to read.

This time, you both stayed awake.

When the credits rolled, neither of you moved to turn off the TV.

“I’m going to miss this,” you said quietly, not looking at him.

Kunigami stiffened. “Yeah.”

You glanced at him, surprised by the way his jaw was clenched, his hands balled into fists on his lap.

“Hey,” you said softly. “What’s wrong?”

He didn’t answer immediately. When he finally spoke, his voice was strained. “I thought… ending things would be better for you. That I was doing the right thing.”

You swallowed hard, your chest tightening.

“But now, being here with you…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “I don’t know. Maybe I was wrong.”

Your heart raced, hope and fear warring within you.

“Kunigami,” you said, your voice trembling. “If you think there’s a chance for us—”

“I don’t want to hurt you again,” he interrupted, his golden eyes meeting yours. “I can’t promise I’ll get it right this time.”

“You don’t have to promise anything,” you said, reaching out to take his hand. “I just want to try.”

For a moment, he just stared at you, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, his hand tightened around yours.

“You’re really stubborn, you know that?” he said, a faint smile breaking through.

“Takes one to know one,” you shot back, your voice shaky with relief.

And as he pulled you into a tentative embrace, you felt a spark of hope—like maybe, just maybe, you could build something new together.

ughh kunigami my love

i hope you liked it!

likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

[vanilladollette]

More of jae-jun pls! 🥹🤍

Silent Confessions || Jeon Jae-Joon x reader ||

Summary: Jeon Jae-Joon, who secretly had a crush on you in high school, sees you years later in his store, only to learn you're now engaged. Heartbroken but hiding his feelings, he regrets never confessing his love as you leave, realizing it’s too late now.

A/n: Jae-Joon may have been too ooc. I don't know. I didn't occur to me if you wanted headcanons or not but here is more Jae-Joon.

If someone had ask Jae-joon if he has any regrets, he'll say no but deep down, he does. One. It was him not confessing his feelings for you. He had fallen in love with you back in High school. He was madly in love with you. However, he never confessed his feelings for you. Not once. He never knew why he didn't confess his feelings for you. Maybe he felt you deserved better or feared you would turn him down.

Whatever the reason it was, Jae-Joon didn't confess to you. It was the only regret he had. The only regret that ate him up at night.

Jae-joon told himself that if he ever got the chance to see you one more time, he would confess his feelings for you.

It was until one day, Jae-Joon sees a familiar figure walked through the door of his store. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized you immediately.

You had changed in subtle ways—your hair was a little longer, your style more polished—but your presence still held the same warmth that had once captivated him. His breath caught in his throat as he watched you browse through the store, his mind racing with memories of the days when he had admired you from afar in high school.

Jae-joon watched you as you moved through the store, his heart heavy with emotions he’d buried long ago. He couldn’t help but notice the changes—the way you carried yourself with a quiet confidence, the soft smile that still seemed to reach your eyes, and the faint glow of happiness surrounding you. Despite the years that had passed, you were still the person he had secretly fallen for in high school, and now, here you were, standing in front of him again.

He cleared his throat, trying to steady himself. It was hard to think clearly with the rush of feelings flooding his mind. Gathering all the courage he could muster, he took a few steps forward and greeted you, his voice betraying just a hint of nervousness. "Hey, it's been a long time."

You turned toward him with a smile, your eyes lighting up with recognition. "Jae-joon!" you said warmly, the sound of your voice like a familiar melody to him. "Wow, I didn’t expect to run into you here. How’ve you been?"

He managed a small smile, though it felt forced. "Good, good. Been keeping busy," he replied, unsure of what to say next. The words he had rehearsed in his mind for so long—everything he had wanted to confess to you—felt distant now.

You started to chat, casually catching up as if no time had passed, but Jae-joon couldn’t focus on the words. All he could think about was how he had never told you what had been in his heart all those years ago. It hurt to hear the easy, light conversation knowing that you were no longer the person he could claim as his own, that you had moved on to someone else.

Then, as you paused in your conversation, you did something that nearly broke him. You lifted your hand, revealing the engagement ring on your finger. His gaze immediately shifted to it, and his heart sank.

"Oh, wow," Jae-joon managed, his voice suddenly distant, though he tried his best to mask the hurt. "I didn’t know you were engaged."

You smiled brightly, a soft, contented look on your face. "Yeah, I’m really happy. It’s been a long journey, but I’ve found someone I want to spend my life with."

The words stung, but he nodded, forcing a smile. "Congratulations. I’m really happy for you," he said, his voice betraying none of the turmoil he felt inside. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you how he still felt, how much he regretted never confessing, how much he wished things had turned out differently.

You chatted for a little longer, but it felt like an eternity to Jae-joon. Every word, every glance from you reminded him of the silent love he had kept hidden for so long. And with every passing moment, the reality that it was too late hit him harder.

"I should get going," you said after a while, breaking him from his thoughts. "I’m meeting my fiancé soon. It was so nice seeing you again, Jae-joon."

You waved and turned to leave, and Jae-joon stood frozen for a moment, watching you walk away. The sound of the door’s bell as you left the store echoed in his ears, leaving a painful silence behind.

In that moment, all the regret he had kept locked inside came rushing back. He should have told you. He should have confessed. But now, it was too late. You were gone, and so were his chances. All he had left were the ghosts of the what-ifs that would never be answered.

As he stood there, the empty store around him seemed to echo the one regret that had haunted him all these years. It was a regret that would never fade, no matter how much time passed. He had missed his chance, and now you were someone else’s.

[lilahardell]

FIRST LOVE ISN'T ALWAYS THE BEST LOVE

Hyunjin x reader

Part-4 Project and Teasing

Next day

Y/n is sitting in class waiting for yeji,as she's doodling on her copy. She hasn't really made other friends except talking to yeonjun at home and yeji in school. That is without counting the banters

with Hyunjin.Someone comes through the door as she looks up, expecting Tess,a new friend she made in this class since yeji doesn't have this subject anyways,but hyunjin steps in.He comes and sits beside her giving a small eye roll and and "hi".Y/n is pretty surprised saying"morning,how come you're not sitting miles away from me?" Hyunjin rolls his eyes "don't think too much about it, it's better to see the board from here" Y/n looks at him with a teasing smile "sure".

The teacher steps in class,writing on the board.The class is calm as the teacher turns around "So everyone, you will be doing a project with your seat partner and It is on (********blah blah topic). You have 1 week,make sure to finish it. It is worth half your exam grade" she says,as everyone in the class groans in annoyance. Y/n looks at hyunjin "what are we gonna do now?,there's no way I'm doing this with you" Hyunjin replies "look there's not like we have options,let's just do the project. Meet up at the library ok? Y/n sighs nodding"fine"..

TIME SKIP

The library was quieter than usual, the muted sound of pages turning and pens scratching filling the air. Y/n glanced at the empty seat across from her, tapping her pencil against her notebook. She couldn’t believe her luck—or lack thereof. Out of all the people to pair up with for the group project, she had ended up with him.

Hyunjin strolled in, as if he had all the time in the world. His bag hung lazily off one shoulder, and his hair fell perfectly into place despite his casual stride. He spotted her and smirked.

“You’re early,” he remarked, dropping into the chair across from her.

“And you’re late,” she replied flatly, not even looking up from her notes.

Hyunjin chuckled, setting his notebook down. “Relax. We’ve got plenty of time to work on this.”

“Not if you keep slacking off,” Y/n muttered under her breath.

He leaned forward, his smirk growing. “Did you just call me a slacker?”

“If the shoe fits,” she said, finally meeting his gaze.

For a moment, there was silence. Then, to her surprise, Hyunjin laughed—a genuine, soft laugh that momentarily disarmed her.

“Fine,” he said, leaning back. “Let’s get to work, Miss Perfect.”

Despite her initial irritation, Y/n found herself settling into a rhythm with him. Hyunjin, as much as she hated to admit it, was actually focused when he wanted to be. They spent the next hour going over ideas, sketching diagrams, and debating the best approach for their project.

“See? I’m not a slacker,” Hyunjin said smugly as he finished typing up a section of their work.

“You’re still rude,” Y/n replied, though her tone lacked the bite it usually had.

“Rude?” Hyunjin leaned on the table, feigning shock. “You’re the one who insulted me first.”

“Because you deserved it,” Y/n shot back, unable to suppress a small smile.

From a few tables away, Yeji watched the exchange with a knowing grin. She had noticed the way her brother had been looking at Y/n lately—the subtle glances, the slight softening in his expression when she was around. When Hyunjin caught her staring, she smirked and gave him a playful eyebrow raise,as Tess calls her and she goes away but still looks at hyunjin giving a teasing smile

Hyunjin rolled his eyes and turned back to Y/n, trying to ignore his sister’s silent teasing.

As the session went on, Y/n found herself reluctantly acknowledging that Hyunjin wasn’t as terrible as she’d thought. He had moments of genuine thoughtfulness, like when he adjusted his tone while explaining something she didn’t understand. Still, she couldn’t help the pang in her chest every time her mind wandered to someone else—someone she missed deeply.

After they wrapped up the project for the day, Y/n excused herself and headed outside. She found a quiet bench in the courtyard and pulled out her phone. Her fingers hovered over Felix’s contact before she pressed the call button.

“Y/n!” Felix’s cheerful voice came through the speaker, instantly lifting her spirits.

“Felix,” she breathed, her voice softer now. “I miss you.”

“I miss you too,” he said, his voice warm and comforting. “How’s everything going over there?”

“It’s... okay,” Y/n replied, glancing up at the sky. “I’ve made some friends. Yeji’s great. My roommate Yeonjun is like a brother to me. But…” She trailed off, her voice catching slightly.

“But what?” Felix asked gently.

She smiled faintly, though he couldn’t see it. “It’s not the same without you. I miss our late-night talks, your laugh... everything.”

Felix was quiet for a moment before he said, “I miss you too, Y/n. But you’re doing amazing, I can tell. And hey, you’re making the most of this new experience, right?”

“Trying to,” she admitted. “It’s just... hard sometimes.”

They talked for a while longer, and when she hung up, her heart felt both lighter and heavier. She loved Felix, and the distance between them was a constant ache.

Back at the apartment, Yeonjun was sprawled on the couch, a bowl of popcorn balanced precariously on his chest.

“You’re back,” he said, sitting up when he saw her. “How was the project?”

“Surprisingly productive,” Y/n replied, kicking off her shoes.

Yeonjun raised an eyebrow. “You’re working with Hyunjin, right? Isn’t he the guy you can’t stand?'"

“He’s... complicated,” Y/n said, sitting down beside him. “But I guess he’s not completely unbearable.”

Yeonjun grinned. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said about him.”

“Don’t get used to it,” she said with a laugh, grabbing a handful of popcorn.

---

The next day, Y/n found herself spending more time with Hyunjin and Yeji. The three of them ended up hanging out after school, grabbing drinks at a nearby café.

“Don’t let Hyunjin fool you,” Yeji said, stirring her iced latte. “He acts all tough, but he’s actually a softie.”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. “Don’t listen to her. She’s just trying to ruin my reputation.”

Y/n smirked, sipping her drink. “I don’t think you need any help with that.”

“You’re impossible,” Hyunjin muttered, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice.

Despite their bickering, Y/n couldn’t deny that Hyunjin was starting to feel... different. He was still infuriating, but there were moments when he let his guard down—when he smiled or laughed, and she caught a glimpse of the person underneath the bravado.

Still, every time her thoughts strayed too far, she reminded herself of Felix. No matter how much she warmed up to Hyunjin, her heart still belonged to someone else.

Later that evening, as she sat in the apartment with Yeonjun, she couldn’t help but reflect on how her life was changing. She had friends who felt like family, a growing connection with someone unexpected, and a love that spanned miles.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was hers.

So since I felt bad about the last chapter, I made sure this one is longer and I worked hard y'all😭 wtf why does it take so longgg.Wtvv thankyou so much for readinggg, Specially to my Tumblr readers. Y'all been so helpful🩷🩷.I will keep posting regularly,thanks for reading I love youu. Mwahhh🤍

[hypmicdaydreams]

is anyone still in the mood for a hypmic imagines blog these days lol

[californiaquail]

anyone else feeling fundamentally incapable of adjusting to society. also just discovered there's a 30 tag limit which i can't believe i've never hit before

[thatone-churro]

chat. chat i have a question. i know ive always had guilt when it comes to getting things for myself, but like. would it be stupid to drop like $116 on the special editions of two games ive been wanting for a while (now because one of which is on sale)? i mean, ive been saving my money literally all summer to use for myself like i haven’t bought anything i didn’t need and i KNOW im not gonna blow through all of it in school because i don’t go anywhere & dont do shit and i know it’s my money and i can do what i want with it but. idk. it feels stupid. is it stupid or is my brain stupid??

(extra context in tags ig idk)

[floral-hex]

woke up at 4am feeling the weight of my life crushing me, so I’ve been sitting out in my car for the last couple of hours because I just need. to. be. somewhere else.

[honorary-fool]

love when hyperfixations make you question cosplans 🥴

It's the same media but a different person. Like i was so dead-set on Robin but because I've seen so many Argenti cosplays recently I wanna do him now.

Not even trying to make his armor just like. A pseudo closet cosplay w/ the Nameless Bard shirt, my black boots, an old rose prop I have.. and then figure out the pants, corset belt, and wig styling.

But there's still Robin,, and I literally Just bought a yard of lace fabric to make her blouse (this is my reference) 💔

[edge-oftheworld]

when I was in high school there was a tendency whenever there was an attractive boy to simply fan over him. in a way that talked over everything he might say for himself and created a narrative that completely ignored, the fact in some cases, that he was really struggling—or if he was struggling, to pin all the blame on the girl he’s dating and completely ignore the thousands of other factors (no it can’t be mental illness or unaccommodated disability or systemic abuse or exploitation and if he is in an abusive relationship we won’t ever consider the factors that put him at risk for that)

and I’m not saying this fandom is like that. I get the need for privacy around some things and how in public conversations sometimes it’s a lot more respectful to stick to the positives (everyone who does that, I admire you) or even the struggles that are talked about publicly, show respect by not reading too far into them. there’s a time and place for that. but sometimes I feel like our only options are shitty and ableist gossip or totally ignoring the systemic and structural issues we know exist in something like the music industry until someone dies and then we’re looking for someone to blame. friends, there is a point where the respectful thing is to listen to what someone says and come together to make things better. and you can learn how to have that conversation respectfully. please do

[carbonbasedmatter]

they should give you a minimum 20 years after coming back from school to rest and process everything that happened

[extemporary-username]

Looking up while brushing my teeth

It's me in the mirror

Hadn't seen him in a while

Welcome back, me