Since My Mental Health Has Been Literal Crap Lately, This Hit DIFFERENT DIFFERENT I Love It

since my mental health has been literal crap lately, this hit DIFFERENT DIFFERENT i love it

jean, who comes home to you curled up on the couch and already knows you’re in need of some love.

jean, who wastes no time in making sure he can give you anything and everything you need. some hot chocolate, your favorite food/snacks/movie, fluffy blankets, candles, etc. he’ll even order out from your favorite carry out place or rub your shoulders and back… he’s basically at your beck and call.

jean, who pulls you into his chest with a sweet kiss to the top of your head. a gentle murmur of, “what’s wrong, angel?” has you spilling your guts, telling him everything that’s been troubling you.

jean, who, after hearing you out, just holds you tighter, strong arms caging you into the warmth of his body and making you feel so safe and protected. a thousand little sweet nothings and encouraging words are whispered into your ear, conveying just how proud jean is; how much he truly loves you.

jean, who just wants to cuddle you ‘till the world ends, ‘till your tears dry and ‘till your frown is turned upside down. luckily you don’t object.

jean, who admires how brave and strong you are. you handle everything with ease and a smile on your face, so these bad days absolutely kill him inside. all he wants is for you to feel better, going to any length necessary to help you along the way. you’re his other half, the most important person in the whole wide world. tonight alone is proof of that.

jean, who’s still holding you long after the lull of the tv has lured you to sleep. and it’s in that moment, with a lingering kiss to your temple as his eyes drift shut, that he mutters those three little words you so long to hear; i love you.

- for the sweetest girl @jeanscowboyhat-levisteacup . i hope you’re doing better now. <3

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CONNIE, SASHA + JEAN BESTIE TEXTS

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex acts, connies loud ass

things to know: the scouts (you connie, jean, sasha, mikasa, eren and armin) live together!!, modern au, hinted eremika, hinted jean x reader.

note: was bored and needed to put something out <3 but yeah this was fun hope you enjoy! reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

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USHI GUSHY AND SUNARIN PLS IM KILIGING MY ASS OFF

im here to request again !! aahhmm can i request how will hq boys react if their s/o called them 'their husband' while ordering through a drive thru?? again i like to say i love your writing ❤️❤️

HAIKYUU BOYS REACTION WHEN YOU SUDDENLY CALL THEM YOUR HUSBAND

with: timeskip! suna, ushijima, oikawa, akaashi

notes: fluff! ❤️❤️ anon i love u so much!!!! also, i added a few other scenarios here but put the drive-thru one for suna~ ur prompts are so cute btw ;;

❊ SUNA scans the menu from your side of the window thinking of what to get. it's way past dinnertime and nothing about fast food in the middle of the night screams healthy but these spontaneous little drive-thru trips with you are just too precious to pass up.

a voice from the intercom suddenly shakes him from his thoughts, "welcome to wackdonald's, what can i get for ya?"

you turn the car radio down and move your head closer to the window, "um, i'll just get the fries and..." you trail off turning to your boyfriend, "rin what are you getting?"

suna squints at the menu again and hums, "just the cheeseburger and some coke." he says before slumping back down on his seat and busying himself with his phone. you glance at him and smirk, a silly little idea popping into your head.

you clear your throat making sure that he'll hear you, "uh-hu, and my husband will get the cheeseburger happy meal." and as you expected, his head shoots up from his phone in surprise. you choose to ignore him, suppressing your giggles, and continue to drive to collect and pay for your order.

you thank the crew with a smile as they give you the bag with your food and hand suna his happy meal, "what's wrong, rin?"

he looks away almost instantly and mumbles, "nothing." you bite your lip, his little frown and pout is making it impossible for you to keep your act up, "why'd ya get me a happy meal?" he asks.

you shrug as you drive off the restaurant, "just because..." finally you give in, letting a chuckle slip your lips, "...my husband deserves it." suna's head whips to you, and as soon as he sees that little smirk on your face he rolls his eyes, a flustered blush creeping on his cheeks.

❊ USHIJIMA takes a handful of onions from a stall and chirpily places it in your basket. he's lost in his own little world, inspecting vegetables and thinking of what to cook for you tonight. "look at this y/n," he reaches for a fresh cabbage and shows you, "it's newly harvested." your eyes dart from the cabbage and at your smiling boyfriend, your weekly rendezvous to the farmer's market never fails to put him in the best mood.

you take the cabbage from his hand and grin, "something with this for dinner later then?" he nods his head and continues his shopping.

you walk up to the lady minding the stall and pay for your goods and she gives you a big smile, "your husband sure knows his vegetables." she chuckles as she eyes ushijima, who suddenly finds himself listening in your little conversation.

a smile tugs at your lips, "ah, yes. my husband loves coming here." the words slip from your mouth and ring just right in your ear.

you thank the lady and get ready to leave when ushijima suddenly takes a set of carrots and puts them in your basket, "we'll also be taking these," he points to the carrots and passes the lady his payment.

"ooh, looks like dinner will be good!" the lady chirps as she returns his change.

ushijima nods, a pleased grin on his face, "yes, i will be making vegetable stir fry for my wife later."

❊ OIKAWA nervously clears his throat and fixes his hair for the hundredth time in the past hour. you suppress a small laugh and snake your hands up to his hair, fixing it yourself. "you'll do fine, tooru. don't worry."

he lets out an anxious sigh but grins at your touch, "well i am meeting the rest of your family for the first time today-"

"-y/n!" a kid calls for you, waving their little hands excitedly.

you shoot them a smile and wave back, "that's my nephew/niece," you tell oikawa and take his hand, leading him up the front door.

your nephew/niece stares up at your boyfriend with this little sparkle of wonder in their eyes as they gasp, "whoa!" they giddily look him up and down then shoot you a grin, "your husband is really tall!"

you snort out a laugh, "right? my husband's a volleyball player!" you beam.

your nephew/niece gasps again and you feel oikawa's shoulder tense up, "cool! can you teach me?" they ask him with anticipation and he gives them a big grin nodding his head, "of course!"

you couldn't help but smile and wonder why he was ever nervous about meeting your family when he's such a natural, "why don't we go inside? everyone's probably waiting." the kid nods and runs inside the house.

just as the two of you head inside, he pulls you in and whispers, "you didn't correct them..." he clears his throat, "about the husband thing..."

you tilt your head playfully, "hm? did you want me to?"

oikawa's features suddenly light up and his usual smirk finds its way back on his lips, "hmmm..." he trails off teasingly and confidently takes your hand in his, "nope, i'd rather you not."

❊ AKAASHI silently stands beside you with his hands clasped together behind his back, patiently waiting for you to finish your little conversation with an old friend.

"oh! i don't think we've met yet," your friend extends a hand to him and they shake, exchanging small smiles.

"oh! this is my..." you trail off, glancing at akaashi who wears his usual friendly grin. you bite your tongue, the urge to tease him just for fun crosses your mind. and without thinking much, you decide to do just that.

you carefully watch his expression before beaming, "...husband, keiji!"

there are two akaashi's you love: a smiling akaashi and a very very flustered akaashi.

and like on cue, his cheeks flush the deepest hue of red and you couldn't help but giggle, smitten like a kitten.

you exchange more small talk with your friend before you part ways. and when the both of you were far away enough, he pokes your arm and pouts, "what was that for?"

you hum in pretend thought, "i don't know..." you look up at him and flash him that smirk he can never resist, "just felt like it?"

he sighs running his fingers through his hair then adjusts his glasses, a lovable habit, "this is troublesome, y/n."

"hm?" you stop walking, confused by his sudden remark.

he turns to you, it was his turn to flash you a smirk, one he knows you can never resist, "i have to marry you now to keep up with your little act."

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Finding you can change  Learning you were wrong  Certain as the sun  Rising in the east   

 Beauty and the Beast but set it in the Philippines during the japanese occupation and also they’re both women

KILIG KILIG KILIG MARRY ME ALR BEEFY ARM OSAMU 🦋🦋🦋

call it a freak occurrence, an alignment of planets, or even mercury in retrograde, but osamu has no freaking idea how he ended up here.

or more specifically, here in 2012.

less than a minute ago, he was in his bed, ready to go to sleep next to you and all that, and now, well now, he’s definitely not where he’s supposed to be.

by the looks of it, or from what he can remember, he stands in front of the old inarizaki high school building, just a few steps away from the entrance gate.

how long has it been since he's last been here? maybe 5 or 6 years? he's lost count, or more accurately, he can't really remember.

osamu's confused. he's definitely dreaming, that's for sure. he can't remember getting out of bed or making plans of coming here, and even if he did, he would never come back here without you.

he shakes his head, "this is a weird dream."

osamu opts to look around the place, nothing much to do since it looks as deserted as it feels, but he takes one step too far to the right, and something crashes into him.

“sorry! i didn’t see where i was — samu?”

and it’s you — but then again it's not you. because the 'you' he knows is older, just as old as he is, a bit taller than the one standing in front of him, and definitely wouldn’t be here right now — it’s younger you.

“how’d you get here so fast?" you ask him, eyebrows knitting together as you take a step closer, "and what happened to your clothes?”

osamu swallows, unsure of what to say, of what to do, so he takes a step back, distancing himself away from your questioning tone.

you narrow your eyes, “what happened to you?”

he shakes his head again, “i’m not—"

“quit running from me!” an all too familiar voice interrupts him, yours and his attention coming to the source of the sound, and his eyes widen as much as yours does.

it's him — osamu miya, 17, ashy grey hair, in his inarizaki uniform, chasing his breath as his running comes to an abrupt stop in front of you — its younger him.

osamu's taller than his younger self, a whole lot taller that it makes a striking difference, his once grey hair now a stark black as he's let it grow out over time, and instead of an old uniform, he wears an onigiri miya shirt with a pair of black trousers.

he looks like himself but then again he doesn't.

“what the hell." you say aloud, being the first to speak after a very long minute.

younger osamu takes a step closer to you, eyeing the stranger in front of him with a glance that's almost threatening to be a glare, "who's the scrub?"

"he's..." you don't know what to say, "i don't know."

osamu, the original one as he likes to name himself, feels very much like the villain here, and to that, he scoffs.

how is he the villain here?

yeah, he gets how a grown man approaching a bunch of kids in a school campus is sketchy, but hey! he didn't ask to be here. he doesn't even know why he's here. heck, how can he even be sketchy one of the kids in question is literally a younger version of himself?

osamu takes a deep breath, already peeved and ready for this dream to be over, but no matter how much he tries to pinch or will himself awake, it seems like he's stuck here for the time being.

so he looks at you, you and your confused look matched with his younger self's unrelenting glare, and he takes the time to explain what he thinks might be going on here.

( the only sane conclusion, omitting the fact that he's probably just dreaming all of this, time travel! )

“i don’t trust him.” his younger version tells you, although by the way he keeps his annoying gaze on him, osamu has a feeling that he wanted him to hear it as well.

you pull on younger osamu's arm, “i kinda do.”

and he turns to you, “he’s a stranger!”

“technically, i'm you.” osamu interrupts, shrugging, and this earns him another glare from the younger version of him.

he rolls his eyes, “alright, where's tsumu? i'm gonna kill him for pulling such a stupid prank.”

“tsumu should be in the gym with kita right now.” osamu looks back to the campus, then he turns his head to look at you, and then back to his younger self.

he finishes, "he stayed behind on purpose."

“yeah...” there's a slight dash of pink on his younger version's ears, “how'd ya know that?”

and osamu grins, thought it’s too small to actually tell, “i remember today.”

that's why this place feels so familiar.

it isn't just the place or the weather. it’s this specific day.

he remembers asking atsumu to stay behind so he can walk with you alone, he remembers making jokes and chasing each other around the empty streets, and he remembers how it felt to kiss you before running home.

he remembers today.

osamu looks at you, “i kissed ya for the first time here.”

he says it so casually, like he's kissed you a hundred times over to even be ashamed or embarrassed about it.

you snap your head to the boy next to you, “you were gonna kiss me!”

and he yells, defensive, “what — no!”

osamu turns to you, now an amused smile on his face, “and you punched me in the gut.”

“you punched me after i kissed you?!”

“must be because you were so bad at it!”

it goes on like this for another second or two, just two flushed and flustered kids bickering and yelling, and osamu almost feels too old to be involved in it.

you look at him again, “so — uhm — if there’s a samu in the future, is there a me?”

and for the first time today, osamu smiles, one that you easily recognize, “there is.”

“do we stay friends?” this time it's the younger version of him who asks this, standing next to you tightly as if he's almost embarrassed to ask the question.

osamu takes a second to pause, “no.”

the minute feels longer again.

osamu's stirring awake, he knows this because he feels it, something like a yawn coming up in the back of his throat or a hug coming around his chest to pull him away from his sleep.

he's waking up soon, but this — the school, the memory, you and the younger version of him — it still feels way too real and vivid.

“i have to go.” he tells you specifically.

and all you do is nod, unsure of what to say.

“don’t screw things up.” he looks directly at his younger self this time, “if i wake up, and i'm not married anymore, i'm gonna come back just to kill ya.”

he takes one last look at you standing next to younger him, both a bit flushed after you both seemed to have spotted the gold band he wears on his ring finger.

and he blinks, and he's gone — just as fast as he got there, he's back to where he started.

cold comforters, sunlight peeking through his hooded eyes, and the gentle stroking of fingers tangled in his messy morning hair.

he opens his eyes to the bright sun, a cluttered apartment bedroom with socks and shirts on the floor, college books stacked on a study table, and an apron dangling on one of the door hooks.

2018.

he turns to his side, finally seeing you after a cruel amount of time, and the first thing he does is pull you into a quick kiss.

“hello.” you smile, pulling away from him, “you were talking in your sleep.”

osamu stirs, disturbing the heavy comforter as he does, and he yawns before blinking away the last of his drowsiness.

“i say anything interesting?” he looks at you, turning on the cold pillows.

you nod, laughing lightly, “i punched you in the gut apparently.”

he quirks a brow, “oh, is that why my stomach hurts?”

and you smile, “ah well you know me, i've got a strong punch.”

for a second, his hand greets yours, him gently lifting up your fingers to see the matching ring he has with you, and he smiles timidly once he sees it there.

“something wrong?” you ask, and osamu pulls your hand closer to his face to kiss on the back of your fingers.

and all he tells you is, with a gentle smile on his face, “i'm just checking.”