I Could Crying Forever Over This Video, This Movie And This Song.

Haha !! This killed me !!

I've been thinking about how, when you're little, you're surrounded by adults who adore you, who you're never going to remember.

I don't mean like your parents and stuff, but like — I work in after school care, and I'm forever meeting five and six year olds who seem like the most incredible people on earth. Kids who painstakingly explain the rules of handball, kids who ask me to help them colour in, kids who feel really deeply wounded by a classmate's behaviour, just an endless stream of them.

Or like my friends' kids who I've babysat once or twice. A kid who played with me in a creek, a kid whose mannerisms are etched in my mind. Cousins' babies who I held for a while. Even just stranger's babies in shops who stare at me the way babies do.

One of my best friends has an online friend who's recently had a baby, and he tells me - someone who doesn't know the friend's name even - about that baby having their first bath. Because that's the kind of love and excitement that little children inspire.

None of these children will remember me.

I literally don't have a greater point here, it's just blowing my mind to think about how much love is directed towards people who can't remember any of us. They can maybe, I guess, if everything goes well, remember the feeling of safety that ought to go with that love.

Kagehina - My celestial being

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Kageyama has been fond of nature ever since he was a kid. For him, it was entrancing how the moon seemed to keep up with him when no one else would, how the sun is always peeking up the horizon, or how the stars twinkle and light up the darkest nights.

Out of all these, the stars held a place in his heart nothing could replace. Why? The reason being his very beloved soulmate, Hinata.

“Tell me, Boke” Kageyama said softly, staring at the azure sky and the tiny astral bodies glimmering “Do you think people turn into stars once they die?”

“Well for one, we literally decompose or turn into ashes” Hinata’s soft chuckle soon turned into a sad and thoughtful smile as he continued, “Kags, death is not as pretty and peaceful nor is it poetic like people portray it to be, it exists, and it’s pretty much the end? It’s like having to leave everything in a moment's notice. Because it is the end, it’s sad”

He tilts his head to stare into his favourite pair of blueberry eyes, “But you know what, It’s okay to look up at the starry sky and think of your loved ones who left this world. My mom used to say that the brightest star was my grandma looking down on me.”

A few moments of silence are shared while Kageyama ponders over Hinara’s words.

He finds comfort knowing that even if someone dies, you can always look up to the sky and find them there, looking down at you and always watching you no matter what. The very fact that death does not mean gone forever is warm and consoling.

“Hinata, we’ll always be under the same sky, right? Forever and ever?” Kageyama asks, sitting up slightly extending his pinky toward the older male, cracking a small smile when their fingers interlock.

“I promise!”

Promises are not meant to be commemorative or colossal. Just a few words that has you looking forward to something is enough to become a promise

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“Today was long…. Very long and tiring” Kageyama says stretching and walking to sit down next to Hinata in the cool grass, inhaling the scent of the pine trees surrounding the house, “But I’m glad you’re here with me”

“You know I’ll always be here with you no matter what” Hinata smiles, as he rests his head against a pine tree behind him.

The black-haired boy slightly grins as he stares at the twinkling night sky littered with stars. He reaches out his hands in an attempt to pinpoint the brightest one.

“What are you doing, Kags?” His lover asks curiously with a melancholic smile on his face.

“I… I am…. I am reaching out for you” Kageyama quietly whispers as tears he’d been holding back started flowing down his face, “Hinata, I want to be there with you, set to you, laugh and play volleyball, hold you and just…. Love you for eternity but … I will forget you one day…. Right?”

The older boy nods ever so slowly, a tranquil expression on his face as he began, “That is the beauty of life isn’t it? No matter what happens, no matter how low and hard you fall, life goes on and because life goes on, you eventually heal and move on as well. That’s just how it works”

“I… I don’t want to forget you… I don’t want to move on, there’s only one thing I want and that is you. I want you to come back.” Kageyama let’s out a soft and exasperated sigh, closing his fist around the brightest star he can see.

“Kags, it’s okay, You have to move and meet new and amazing people. You have to find a new perfect spiker for you. Someone capable and worthy of your perfect sets. You have to live on because you are alive. But hey, don’t worry, I’ll always be here looking over you and protecting you. For I am your brightest star aren’t I?”

For death does not mean gone. Despite you not being alive, you live on in people you’ve met in your lifetime, the words you’ve spoken and the countless memories you’ve created.

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Kageyama rushes into his house, throwing his jacket onto the couch upon entering with a gold medal dangling around his neck. He makes his way excitedly toward the balcony of the open plant sanctuary. His heart beats with thrill as he places his hands on the railings of the balcony. He tightens his grip as he stares at the night sky.

“Say… Hinata, are you proud of me?” He lifts her gold medal and places a gentle kiss on it, “We won the olympics today. Just like I had promised you, I’d become the best setter, and set perfectly for another…. And win...” He chuckles softly continuing, “Everyone went out to celebrate except for me, you’re still the first person I share my happiness and sadness with...”

“I am so very proud of you, Kags. So much so that no amount of words could describe it.” Hinata smiles back widely, a luminous glow surrounding him under the pale moonlight. “You’ve made me the happiest I’ve ever been and I am eternally grateful to know you feel the same way”

“Hey… Why are you crying? Today is a happy day isn’t it? Your dream came true!” The older boy states quietly, heart aching at the sight.

“What if… What if I never move on Hinata? What if I’m stuck right here forever, searching for you? What if I can never forget you?”

“HEY! You don’t have to forget me! It’s okay to remember me and love me, and cherish all our moments together” Hinata smiles gently, “but you are already doing amazing… You get up each day and live, you’re moving on slowly but surely, Kageyama you may not realise it right now but every little step is a big step toward healing.”

And Hinata is right

Healing is not linear, it’s not sudden. You don’t wake up feeling okay one day, that’s not how it works. It’s rough and patchy and requires a lot of work. You fall down again and again, you do well on some days while the others are absolutely trashy. You want to give up but you don’t, you keep living because you are alive, because it is something you must do.

And you don’t even realise that these ordinary tasks of everyday life are a step towards growth and healing.

Moving on doesn't mean forgetting the people you loved, it doesn’t mean letting go of what is no longer in your sight and control, it means life goes on and you live on.

Kageyama has been fond of nature since he was a kid because nature is warm, like a blanket of love, on cold rainy days.

And what more does anyone desire from life except for being loved and protected?

THE END

“And for a moment I thought that Niwa had come back to life, only to discover that it was just a trick of the eye.”

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HAPPY 9TH ANNIVERSARY, BTS

Mission Possible

genres: elementary teachers au, fluff pairing: reader x seungkwan words: 1.2k warnings: none! notes: a short fic for seungkwan day!! I'm slightly late because I am me, but an anon requested early education kwannie and I thought that was so cute!! hopefully this lives up to their idea 😊

One of Mr Boo's students sees his brand new engagement ring.

Mr Boo's fourth grade class has been on a group mission ever since their orchestra field trip.

Their mission — and they did choose to accept it: get Mr Boo (the funniest and most glaringly obviously single teacher at Greenfield elementary school) together with you (the new music teacher Mr Boo's students always catch him smiling at while you're not looking).

Future president ten-year-old Kim Sujeong is at the head of the operation. She was behind most of the class's best efforts, including but not limited to running allllllll the way across the school from the music room to his classroom and telling him you had fallen and died and that he needed to come help! or else you might, er, die harder. Despite the flimsiness of Sujeong's story, Mr Boo had gone running full-speed down the halls to you (whom he found perfectly fine and not dead, just wide-eyed at his sudden — and out of breath — appearance in the music room with Sujeong beaming behind him when you were certain she was supposed to be in the bathroom), so she counted that as a success.

Now, future marine biologist Kim Sujeong — she’s still between that, president, or interior designer — is in a fit, arms crossed as she watches the kids of Greenfield elementary run around the playground. She huffs. Can’t the rest of the fourth graders take this seriously? Will they let the mission go? Just like that?

Recess is great, sure, but this is no time for play!

This morning, though Sujeong didn’t notice until a couple minutes before the first recess bell rang, Mr Boo showed up with a shiny silver ring on his finger. His left ring finger.

Sujeong huffs again.

“Are you okay there, Sujeong?”

On supervision duty today, you sit down on the park bench next to Sujeong, slightly concerned. She looks up at you, uncrosses her arms, and whimpers out your name. “Are you devastrated?” she asks you on the verge of tears.

“Devastated?” You point at yourself. “Me?”

Tears brim at the corners of Sujeong’s eyes, and her bottom lip quivers. “Mr Boo!” she cries out. “He’s getting married!”

You blink.

For a few seconds, you say nothing, just staring at Sujeong, and she thinks — oh, heartbreak! — you must have already given up on Mr Boo, must’ve heard about it already and cried before recess started, and, oh! What a cruel man Mr Boo is, to do this to you!

“Oh, sweetheart,” you say, smiling and gently taking Sujeong’s hands in yours. What a strong person you are, she thinks, to smile through such pain… You smooth down her hair, which, although her mum had done it in pretty braids today, has gone a bit wild in the wind. “Mr Boo getting married doesn’t make me sad.”

Sujeong sniffles. “Why not?”

You chuckle slightly, but Sujeong doesn’t know what’s so funny. “I’m happy for him. It’s not every day you find someone willing to marry you. I bet he loves that person very much.”

“But…” Sujeong pouts, breath a little shaky. “I thought… he loved…”

Your left hand comes down from her hair to hold her hands again. “Hm?”

Dropping her head, Sujeong is about to mumble “you”, but instead, she gasps at the sight of your ring finger.

Which sports a silver ring she’s never seen on you before.

“Not you too!” she squeaks, utterly betrayed.

“Ah— Sujeong, it’s not—”

“They’re not better than Mr Boo, are they? I know he’s a meanie because he’s getting married but— but, you’re doing it too! You’re getting married and he’s going to be sad because he loves you! He does! I saw! He looks at you like the boys in the movies! And he talks about you all the time — even when it’s math time! You’re the music teacher! There’s no music in math!” Sujeong is starting to lose her breath, using it all up, but she can’t stop. “So you can’t marry someone else because Mr Boo loves you! He— he shouldn’t marry someone else either, but that’s why we have to stop him! I can take you to him right now. We can show him how sad you are, because you are devastrated—”

“Devastated, sweetheart,” you say, then shake your head because that’s really not important right now. “I mean, I’m not devastated. I’m very happy.” Smiling, you hold up your hand and show her your engagement ring. “I’m going to marry someone I love, and so is Mr Boo. It’s a good thing. We’re both happy.”

Sujeong looks up at you through wet eyelashes, taking in deep breaths. She pouts, but doesn’t say anything.

You sigh, still smiling. “So be happy for us, okay?” You lift her chin with one finger, your other hand giving her smaller one a soft squeeze. “Don’t worry about our boring grown-up problems, and go play with your friends while it’s still recess. You know it’s social studies after, right?”

Sujeong lets out a little gasp. That’s right — there must be only a couple minutes left of recess, and she needs to gather up her classmates for an emergency meeting.

New mission: find out how to break an engagement.

Two of them.

Future president marine biologist interior designer divorce lawyer Kim Sujeong has her work cut out for her.

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Once all the students have been picked up and all his prep work for tomorrow gets finished, Seungkwan packs his things and heads to the music classroom. The door is open, but he raps his knuckles against it and leans against the door frame when you look up from your desk and smile at him.

“Ready to go?” He smiles back.

“Just a second, Mr Boo.”

You throw your things in the backseat of the car before getting in to the passenger seat next to Seungkwan.

“Sujeong seemed pretty put out with me today,” he says as he starts the engine, a slight smile teasing at his lips. He lifts his left hand and wiggles his fingers at you, the silver ring glinting in the sunlight. “Didn’t like my choice of accessory, maybe?”

You snort. “Yeah, that tie is pretty ugly.”

Affronted, Seungkwan gasps and puts a hand over his heart — and pink, star-patterned tie. “You love this ugly tie.”

“I do,” you admit with a sigh. “I really do.”

He likes it when you smile at him like that. You’re tired from the day, but you still laugh with him. It’s a beautiful feeling.

“Sometimes I feel like we should just tell everyone,” you say, staring at the ring on Seungkwan’s finger.

He chuckles. “You’re the one who said you wanted to hide it.”

“Yeah, from the faculty while I’m still new — I could already tell they wouldn’t want a couple working at the same school just from the interview.” (Seungkwan thinks that the rings are a dead giveaway, but you seemed so excited to wear them this morning that he hadn't said anything, and he's not going to now.) “I didn’t think the kids would get so invested, though" you continue. "Sujeong’s mad at you for ruining her OTP, by the way.”

“Just me? You’ve got a ring too, y’know.”

“Yeah, but Sujeong likes me more.” You stick out your tongue at him.

Seungkwan scoffs in disbelief. He reaches over the gear shift and grabs your hand, linking your fingers together. “Whatever. Sujeong will have it all figured out by next year.”

You raise an eyebrow, but give his hand a squeeze anyway. “She will?”

“Well, it’ll be pretty obvious when you have my last name.”

It’s your turn to scoff. “As if. You’re taking my last name.”

Seungkwan doesn’t argue, he just pulls your hand up in his and presses his lips to your knuckles.

“I don't mind the sound of that.”

Louder for the peeps in the back ✋✋

Some people will stand up and fight for injustices happening to fictional characters but won't show the same passion to stand up for real, actual living people.

就应你说的吧。从今往后，天下英雄永不陌路。 I accept your advice. From this day on, heroes will always look out for each other.