This Dunya — No Matter How Much You Love It, It Will Never Love You Back.

Asahi was honestly very hesitant when it first came to physical affection when you both started the relationship during the first few dates to the talking stage even after six to seven months he was very nervous

Not to mention Asahi was very sensitive to compliments directed towards you. He was never use to this. Someone being generally happy to be in a romantic relationship with him

I think this was because he has this reputation of being a massive delinquent but in reality he was an introverted straight A student that aspired to be a local fashion designer and own a little local boutique for everyone no matter age size or color could enjoy but is was hard to do it because everyone assumed he was just going to fall off the latter and be a drug/mafia lord.

Asahi had a single relationship before you. This person lied and emotionally abused him along with constant cheating that he knew of. luckily the Volleyball team helped him through it. That was in his second year of high school and once he was able to go to his dream college only in his second semester of his first year he built up the courage to ask out you the (whatever your major is) student.

These trust issues and bad habits broke as soon as your eight months hit you two went out to celebrate at a board walk playing games and eating. Until is guy came up to you and started hitting on you. You were extremely uncomfortable so as soon as he came in range after getting you both desert he was furious he quickly placed the food down at the table and stormed over. Placing his large hand at the small of your back while holding this territorial glare that would even frighten off Ushijima

This caused the man to literally fall and run away. You were then bombarded with affectionate words, affirmations and lingering touches from then on.

You made him realize that you can’t be afraid of the undeniable so with you by his side he became confident and pride himself in his looks causing him to also become a model and made his fashion line well known worldwide…

He confesses to you with a letter. 

The letter was something you weren’t really ever expecting and it took you three times to read over it to fully process what it was. What he was saying. 

For a moment you wondered why he just didn’t call you, or tell you how he felt in person, but then again a writing you a letter seemed like something he’d do. 

It was simple, not too long; about one page of neatly written words that held so much more meaning in them than any other letter you’ve read before. 

With each and every word you read your heart beat quickened until your heart was practically jumping out of your chest. 

What he’d written wasn’t completely out of the blue, the connection between you was strong and something more special than you’d felt with anyone in a long time. But still you found yourself more shocked at the confession. 

What stuck in your head the most was the very last line.

‘”I’ll wait for you, love. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be here.”

When you can finally think clearly again you waste no time in calling him, hands trembling as you find his contact. 

“Hello?”

“I don’t want you to wait.” You words are more rushed than you’d like them to be, barely giving him time to answer before you cut him off. 

“What?” You can hear the confusion lacing his voice when he speaks again. “Wait-”

“I got your letter.” You say almost breathlessly heart still pounding in your chest.

“Oh, you did?” He’s quiet for a moment and you can practically hear him tense through the phone. “And?”

“And I think you should come over.” 

Your response is quieter than everything you’ve said before and for some reason you feel nervous, like you aren’t holding his literal confession in your hands. 

“Want me to leave right now?”

“Yes, if you can I mean.” You stop yourself taking a deep breath before continuing. “I don’t think I can wait long enough for you to get my letter saying the same thing.” 

“Okay, I’ll be over soon.” Just like that the uncertainty in his voice was replaced by an audible smile, one you couldn’t wait to see.

AKAASHI, asahi, KITA, semi, ennoshita, sugawara

senpai 🌸

Y'ALL!! I want to put you on some ✨self care✨ [read: things that you should probably just be doing all the time] that I've been doing for the past week that has made me feel so much better:

Go to bed early! Get up early! I am not a morning person by any definition, but going to bed between even 10:30 and 12, and getting up between 6:30 and 8?? *chef's kiss*

Take care of your teeth, I'm serious. I never used to floss (yeah, gross, whatever) or use mouthwash but HOMIES I FEEL AMAZING NOW

Clean your room for goodness sake. It's a pigsty. Do I need to be your mother??

Get some exercise, however you like it. I have a cruiser (think longboard meets skateboard, if you don't already know what it is) and I'm not very good at it, but just getting out there and riding it gives me some joy! And it's good exercise!

Do you have any deadlines to meet? Why haven't you finished that Thing yet? Stop putting it off, my guy.

Similarly, will you REALLY wash those dishes later? Probably not. Just do it now.

Drink more tea!! Seriously, it helps with everything. Bonus if you can sit and JUST drink it. Don't go on social media, don't read, don't watch TV. Just relax for 10 minutes with yourself.

See a friend! How long has it been since you last talked to your best friend? Mine lives halfway across the country, but a facetime call with her always makes me happier.

Do a comfort thing. Reread your favorite book, watch a movie or TV show you've already seen like 4 times, sing/listen to a favorite song, etc. Do something about which you know the outcome.

Make yourself a healthy meal. Keyword: healthy. Browse Pinterest for something that looks good and make it! Or make something up!

That's all I can think of for now. Maybe I'll think of some more later and reblog with those. Feel free to add to this! I'd love to hear any other ideas!

tired of being tired

thr funniest part of therapy to me is when you first come in and you're exchanging niceties and they say "hello! how are you" and you say "im fine how are you :)" and then 30 seconds later they put on their therapist voice and say "so how are you doing?" and you go well lisa. believe it or not im doing Bad

90s Chanel era>>>>>

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sugawara x fem reader

WARNINGS: unrequited love,, wedding -- masterlist

a/n: i wrote this on a whim, so if it's terrible im sorry and ill probably edit this later

sugawara was falling in love, for the millionth time. the moment he stepped inside your dressing room, the tsumami of emotions capsized him and left him struggling for air, reaching out for a lifeline - anything to save himself from downing in your beauty.

you looked ethereal, stunning in your elegant white gown, with your hair pinned so intricately to your head. the happy tears in your eyes as you looked up at him, reaching for his hands, had tears gathering in his eyes as well, but for a very different reason. how he longed to hold your face between his palms and kiss the tears away.

'thank you' your voice whispered, wobbling slightly. confused, suga's hands tightened around yours as he braced himself for your next words

'for everything,' you carried on. suga opens his mouth to respond but stops at the shake of your head, telling him you weren't finished speaking.

'i...' you trailed off, wondering what the best way to say things was. 'i used to be in love with you, koushi' his heart drops to his feet and he all of a sudden feels like he's going to throw up. why are you telling him this now?

'let me finish,' you giggle, misreading his face to be a look of digust. 'i used to be madly in love with you, but i knew you only saw me as a friend. i just wanted to thank you, for letting me experience what love was for the first time, for being there for me.'

sugawara's lips wobbled as you stood there, confessing your feelings to him. he's imagined this scenario a million times prior, but never like this, never under these circumstances. the possibility of him having a chance with you was always slim, but now he finds out you loved him?

he thinks he hates you in that moment, despises the mocking smile on your face as you so graciously thanked him, for what? teaching him how to love? being the stepping stone for you to get with his best friend?

his gaze flickers to your eyes, and a pang of guilt reverberates through his heart. it wasn't your fault, no one was to blame for his misfortune, except himself. all of his ill feelings dissipate. he can't hate you, he never has and he never will. suga's feelings for you were his biggest downfall, and once again, you've proven him right.

staring into your hopeful eyes he thinks about what could've been if he had confessed all those years ago. would he be the one waiting for you at the altar? would it be his arms you find comfort and shelter in?

suga shakes his thoughts away, knowing they would only further his misery and hurt, and smiles at you, a pained, self pitying smile. he gathers the remainder of his sparse breath and finally responds to you. 'there's no need to thank me, my love, and besides i'll always be here, loving you y/n, no matter what' and you, despite not knowing the true meaning behind his words, breathed a sigh of relief and pulled him into a hug, thankful to have such a wonderful friend.

for one last time, suga allows himself to relish in your warmth and scent, his love for you painfully swelling and beating in his heart. suga let's go of you, seconds later, not being able to endure any longer.

he presses a kiss against your cheek, and leaves the dressing room, his body feeling like tonnes of dead weight, finally letting his tears escape and run down his face.

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Koshiiiiiii. (〃￣ω￣〃ゞ