#[[ and he even got sappy for a moment bc it was supposed to be a gift from your Rick x'D ]]

[countlessrealities]

[Delayed] Prank asks || no longer accepting

@advnterccs sent:

In the garage, Morty cleared his throat. Slightly confident about the plan he schemed up over the past week. To be fair, he did steal the idea from last year that concerned his Rick. So it was bound to work, right? He made his way to the other Rick. Carefully carrying the well dressed up milkshake. Complete with the classic glass cup, fluffy whipped cream, some sprinkles and a cherry on top."Uh, h-hey, Rick -- my Rick went out somewhere, but h-he wanted to give this to you," He let out a nervous chuckle, unsure if he would be able to get away with it. "Uh, enjoy it, i-it's vanilla!"And what Morty would conveniently left out was, within the creamy vanilla ice cream, large amounts of sriracha were mixed within it. To create a very spicy drink. { 🤭 because my Morty wanted to try his hand at pranking your Rick }

Rick paused mid gesture, hand frozen half way towards one of the many tools spread on the workbench. There was an odd device set in front of him, even if it would have been hard to tell if he had been assembling it or taking it apart.

The scientist rose an inquisitive brow at his other grandson, his eyes quickly falling on the drink the teen was holding. The question in his expression was clear, and Morty's next words brought him the answer he wanted.

The look on his features instantly softened at the mention of his boyfriend. They hadn't seen each other yet that day, if you didn't count he and his Morty spying on their counterparts reacting to the pranks. They had made plans to meet up after dinner, but he still missed his counterpart.

He always did when they were apart, no matter how brief the separation.

"Oh, s-shit, really? T-That's fuckin' thoughtful of him," he exclaimed, reaching out to take the milkshake. "I-I'll have to thank him proper later."

He grinned slightly, a hint of that smitten expression that he reserved only for his boyfriend touching his face. They had gone to grab some the month before and Rick had mentioned that they should do it more often since it had been ages since he had had one. Apparently other self had remembered.

Without thinking about it, he took a large sip of the drink, expecting the sweet, delicate taste of vanilla. And he did, for the briefest moment, before his tongue and throat were set on fire by the burning flavour of the sriracha.

Rick spluttered, almost dropping the milkshake in the process. His eyes watered and all he could do for several moments was hacking, so hard that he found himself struggling to breathe.

Eventually, the coughing subsided and he whipped around to face Morty, eyes bloodshot and face covered in sweat. His voice was raspy when he spoke and he sounded a little breathless, but his tone still sounded threatening and scary.

"M-Morty. I-I'm giving you a five seconds head start an-and then I'm fuckin' coming for you. I-I promise tha-that you will not like it if...when I-I catch you."

[leewritestoomuch]

or hot spring sex with hyoga...

Hot Springs with Hyoga

NSFW Warning

Kinda soft! Hyoga bc I can. I hc he’d be mfing WHIPPED if he was with somebody, but he’d never show it (on purpose, it slips)

Hours of walking might be light work for a man like Hyoga, but it wasn’t such a breeze to you. Your feet ache from the hard ground. Your sandals, from lack of good material, have rubbed up against your skin to the point of bloody blisters. Your back hurts from carrying a bag full of things Senku wanted you to transport back to the village.

After almost a full day of nonstop walking across the island, you and Hyoga stumble upon a hot spring. He doesn’t look the least bit interested, continuing on at the same pace, but you come to a screeching halt. Your hands on your knees, panting for breath from the humid air and hot sun of Japan.

“Hyoga, can we stop for a moment?” You heave out before looking up at him.

He hums, looking back at you. Not being straight up ignored was enough proof he was considering it.

“We have plenty of time? We’re running ahead of schedule.” You give him a look, hoping that’ll help push your usually cold boyfriend towards getting in a hot spring with you, or at least letting you get in.

“I’m aware of that.” He says simply, turning towards you. You go to say another word, but he’s already pulling off his cloak. You nod, and turn away from him to take your clothes off too before slipping in the hot spring. Hyoga isn’t the type of guy to be bothered with separating the hot spring for respect of either of your privacy.

You, on the other hand, are starting to think the hot water isn’t the only reason you’re feeling hot.

“Ahh, my muscles and joints already feel soooo much better.” You sigh, closing your eyes. “I don’t know why Senku had only the two of us go…”

“We’re capable.” Hyoga hums. You nod quickly, humming back.

“Yes, you more than I.”

“You know the way better.” He smiles and your heart stops for a second. The smile doesn’t look snarky or mocking this time. It doesn’t matter if he’s smiled like that to you before, it never stops shocking you to your core. You two don’t get much alone time, and even then he’s rarely affectionate. He’d never smile like that to or in front of anyone else, so this is a rare sight.

“I suppose I do know it quite well.” You finally speak up, pulling your knees up to your chest, smiling.

“Don’t get sappy.” He scowls a bit, causing you to laugh a bit louder than you mean to. He grumbles at that. “We should get going.” He stands to leave, and you react quickly by grabbing his wrist.

“We have plenty of time… Hyo.” The sight of his sculpted body seems to put an influence on your tone of voice, putting an emphasis on an implication you never meant to be there. Yet, you realize now, maybe you are a bit frustrated from the lack of intimacy you two have had in a while.

“Oh?” He smirks, hand moving under your chin, and flicking it up with his thumb so you’ll look up at his face, not wherever else you were looking. “And what are you suggesting we use this time for?”

“It’s been a while…” You say softly, gulping because you know he’s got you right where he wants you.

“Yes… and you have such a pretty mouth.” His eyes open a bit wider now, looking down at you. You can finally see his pupils as they bore down into your face. His thumb swipes over your lips as he steps closer, and you know what he wants to do with your “pretty mouth.”

“I can think of a way you can use it that isn’t running it.” He pushes his thumb between your lips, brushing it over the tip of your tongue. You can taste him on your tongue now. He retracts his thumb just as quickly as he inserted it, replacing it with the tip of his cock. His hands find your hair, tugging it back while his thumb coaxes your mouth open for him.

He looks down at you, wordlessly telling you to take it from here. You gulp before taking him into your mouth slowly, hands wrapping around the base. Your tongue flicks over the tip and head before you begin to bob your head.

He’s dead silent, staring down at you. It almost feels like you have no effect on him, not until he’s about to cum. His eyes widen a bit, and the way he looks at you almost softens. Suddenly, your cold boyfriend looks like a lovesick puppy. He’d never admit it, but he’s so lovesick over you. Everything about him seems more gentle when he’s about to cum.

And after, for a moment, he looks at you with a soft expression as he catches his breath. He won’t say it out loud, but his eyes told you he loves you.

[aliaology]

NEW JERSEY RED

summary: reader finds herself falling for the new jersey devil’s center even if her heart is supposed to lie with the new york rangers.

pairings: jack hughes x fem!reader

warnings: none..? just yn getting sappy as hell bc she fell for jack!! use of ‘daddy’ but not in a sexual way.

lowercase intended.

BASED ON “tennessee orange” by megan moroney

living in new jersey wasn’t much of a difference than living in new york, at least, not to you. at times it just felt less chaotic, in a way that made you miss the chaotic streets of nyc. but moving to new jersey to become a media manager for the new jersey devils was a pro and a con.

growing up in new york city, meant you and your family were very big rangers fans. your father had seasonal tickets, every year. you went to every game with him that you could.

when your family heard you now worked for the new jersey devils, it felt like hell broke loose. working for the.. enemy? now thats foul play, you just betrayed your home team! but you didn’t regret it.

see, there was this boy. specifically number 86, a center for the new jersey devils. jack hughes. he was cute, scratch that— he was hot. you, like many other girls, fell right at his feet. of course you didn’t out right do so or show that.

but he as well— fell hard for you, maybe even harder.

not only did you work for the ‘enemy’ but now you were fraternizing with one?

you had the day off, sitting at your now shared apartment with your current boyfriend of nine months. you didn’t tell your family about him, he didn’t tell his about you. the media had no idea that the jack hughes had a girlfriend either.

your thumb hovers over the call button. the stool under you creaked as you shifted your weight. you clicked the bright green button.

it rang until it didn’t, “hello?” the sound of your mother’s voice filled the room.

“hi mama.” you spoke gently. “ive got some news for you” you told.

“finally! i havent heard from you in so long sweet girl, please tell me everything!” you could hear her smile from the other end of the phone.

you smile. “just don’t tell daddy, okay? he’ll blow a fuse.” you chuckle.

your fingers tap against the counter as you anxiously listen to her laugh. “okay, sweetie. are you okay?”

“dont worry— im doing okay. listen— i know you raised me to know right from wrong, it aint what you think, promise.” you start.

“honey, you’re kind of scaring me.” your mother nervously chuckles.

“listen, okay? i um— i never thought i’d honestly see this day, seeing how scared i was with my past relationships—“ you cut yourself off with a nervous laugh.

“i met somebody.” you told. you heard a quiet gasp on her end.

“really? honey thats amazing! tell me about him— about your relationship.”

you let out a breath. “hes got blue eyes, the prettiest eyes ive ever seen, mama. hes so good to me too, he always holds the door open, he never makes me cry. there has never been a moment where he’s made me upset.”

“oh honey..” she trailed off, sounding happy.

“im not done, mama. last weekend he took me to michigan, where his family lives. we watched a football game, a college one. his brothers used to go there. he let me wear his cap that has been on his dash forever— mama i swear i fell even more for him under those stadium lights. hes perfect.”

“but..” you trailed off.

“but? there’s a but? honey… whats wrong?” your mother sounded concerned.

“mama, you cannot tell daddy— he’s gonna think its a sin. but mama hes a player on the new jersey devils— but forgive me, i really like him, mom. hell, im learning how to golf for him mama. hes perfect, hes got a smile, mama his smile is killer. ive never seen one like it.”

“honey… you’re dad is right here, listening.” you clamped your mouth shut. just your luck.

“does he make you happy?” you heard your father ask.

“yes he does, daddy. i know hes a devil but god you would love him! i know he aint where we are from, but he feels like home. hes got me doing things ive never done. he makes my stomach burst into butterflies, he makes me blush, he makes me feel loved.” you explained.

“and you know i still want the rangers to win, daddy” you told.

you heard him chuckle. “as long as he makes you happy, sweetheart.”

you grin. you stay on the call for what felt like hours, talking about jack. when you finally end it, you feel arms wrap around your shoulders and your chest. a kiss is pressed to your temple.

“i hope you know how much i love you” jack mumbled, trailing small kisses from your forehead to your cheek and your jaw.

“and just so you know, you look better in new jersey red than new york blue.”

i #hope this wasnt shit LMAO first time posting on tumblr 😻🤘

[tortoisebore]

time after time (because its a funny name) approximately 3 years 2 months and 19 days into the future s'il vous plait

specific & unusual asks game!!!

eeeeeeee 🤭🥹😊💞☺️✨💓 this is gonna be very short and purposefully a little vague bc i don’t want to spoil the epilogue but here’s a quick and fluffy little callback to a particularly sappy and mildly angsty moment in chapter 6, three years, two months, and 19 days later 💞💓💕💖💗✨💞

The end of January brought a biting cold that seemed to embed itself into Sirius’ bones. The commute to work had become more of a waddle to the subway down the street, hopping down the stairs and straining to get his arm high enough to scan his MetroCard around the layers and layers of sweaters and jackets and scarves wrapped around his body. Winter in New York meant looking ridiculous, sporting frizzy hat hair four months out of the year and sweating under two puffer jackets to keep the chill out on the way to work, but it was a small price to pay to live in the city again, happier and lighter outside of the looming threat of being sent back to Lenox Hill.

The problem now was that he woke up freezing, curled into a ball under the heavy duvet at seven in the morning on a Saturday he was supposed to be sleeping in. Watery gray light filtered in from the windows on the other side of the room as he squinted one eye open, frowning at the empty space on the right side of the bed and grumbling unhappily to himself. That’s why he was awake two hours early; his big and tall and gorgeous—and usually very cuddly—personal heater was gone.

That simply wouldn’t do.

Sirius slid out of bed with a list of demands ready to go. It’d been a long fucking week, what with the new exhibit opening and trainings at the rink in Brooklyn every other night, and Remus had promised a relaxing weekend after Sirius had stumbled home exhausted from the opening on Thursday night. A relaxing weekend did not call for waking up by himself, let alone by himself and cold, and his sleep-muddled brain was was ready to argue about it.

He shuffled down the hall with what he was sure was a comical kind of frown, stopped in the doorway to the kitchen-slash-dining-slash-living room and spotted the culprit there at the table. He was hunched over his laptop, typing furiously for a moment before sitting back with a huff, squinting at the screen, and Sirius wanted to smile. Of course Remus was up working, he was always working nowadays—writing papers and prepping for exams, meeting with his thesis advisor once a month and worrying to Sirius about it over the phone immediately after. Sirius had gotten very good at soothing his thesis-related anxiety, whether that meant talking him off the proverbial ledge or making him close the laptop and go the fuck to sleep, and his Remus-attuned instincts were telling him this was a go the fuck to sleep kind of moment.

And if that meant Sirius got another couple hours of nice, warm sleep himself, well that was just icing on the cake.

He padded through the living room, dodging the giant armchair that was definitely too big for the space but Remus argued was too soft and comfortable to get rid of, and wedged himself against the wall behind Remus’ chair. He bent over a bit to slide his hands around his shoulders, tugged him back and pressed his nose to the blissfully warm skin of his neck.

Remus turned his head a bit in surprise—he’d been too busy reading what Sirius could now see was his open thesis draft to notice he’d been coming—and leaned back into him, took one of his hands and muttered “Hi, baby,” against his knuckles. “You’re up early.”

“Cold,” Sirius mumbled, refusing to remove himself from the delicious heat of Remus’ skin for even a moment.

“You’re cold?” Remus asked, a fond little smile in his voice that Sirius had memorized the shape of a long time ago.

“Too cold without you.”

“I’m sorry,” Remus said through another kiss to his knuckles. “I just have to send this back for review by eight, I was coming right back.”

Sirius grumbled something incoherent even to his own ears, gave a light, displeased scrape of his teeth to his neck and said, “Come now, ‘m tired.”

“Hold on just a second,” Remus said, drawing little shapes on the back of Sirius’ palm to try and soothe him into patience. “Let me save it and send this email.”

Sirius supposed that was reasonable, but he made sure to voice his complaints at being kept waiting in the form of squeezing Remus tighter and mumbling vague threats against his neck. Remus just smiled, took Sirius’ promise to throw all of his clothes into the street in stride because he was a saint, and only reread his email twice before hitting send and closing his laptop.

“Okay,” he said, tapping Sirius’ arm twice in an attempt to get him to let go. “Come on.”

“You come on,” Sirius mumbled, holding him tighter, and Remus snorted a laugh before he got with the program and wormed out of his chair with Sirius’ arms still locked around his shoulders. Sirius realized quickly that he had miscalculated a bit, and when his feet threatened to leave the ground when Remus stood up straight, he moved his grip around his middle instead.

It was better, he decided as he pressed the side of his face between Remus’ shoulder blades, hands tight around his waist to feel a breathy little laugh vibrate against his ribs as much as he heard it. Remus’ hands circled his own as he started a shuffle back across the room, and Sirius smiled against his back as he was led back to bed.

[postapocalyptic-cryptic]

@lo-om asked for dratchrod and the whole NSFT Alphabet! Obviously, NSFT below the cut. Any questions that squicked me out or that I just didn’t have any ideas for are marked with “[pass].” Enjoy!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Drift and Rodimus usually somehow end up with more energy than they started with. Ratchet, on the other hand, is embracing being an old man and wants to nap. So lots of times, they’ll all cuddle for a minute and then Drift and Rodi will run out to get food or something and come back for more cuddles after.  

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Rodimus’s favorite body parts of his own are his thighs. He just thinks they have a nice shape! His favorite body part of Ratchet’s is Ratchet’s chest. He likes a guy with a big chest. Man tits. His favorite body parts of Drift’s are Drift’s finials. They’re very cute and expressive and he loves them. 

Drift’s favorite body part of his own is his waist. He looks good and he knows it. His favorite parts of Ratchet are Ratchet’s hands. He’s a soft sentimental bastard, what can he say? His favorite body part of Rodimus’s is his spoiler, which is very graceful. 

Ratchet’s favorite body part of his own is, like Rodi’s, his chest. His favorite part of Rodimus’s body is his face/helm. He strikes the perfect balance between handsome and cute. Ratchet’s favorite part of Drift’s is Drift’s waist, because, you know. It’s a great waist.  

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

[Pass]

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

[Pass]

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

All of them are pretty experienced! Ratchet is the least experienced just because he was never really as social or extroverted as Drift and Rodi, but I imagine after many millions of years he’s still plenty experienced. Rodi is also not as experienced as he would like people to think, even if he’s maybe more experienced than Ratchet. He’s got a persona to maintain, okay? 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

For all three of them together, they’re very much fans of the position where A is riding B who’s getting fucked by C. Using letters as stand ins bc they like to switch around a lot, but Rodi riding Ratchet while Drift spikes Ratchet is a fave within that fave. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

They’re goofy! They laugh and tell jokes and tease each other lots. They do have times when it’s more serious and intense, and generally as they get into whatever they’re doing, the lightheartedness tapers off, but they’re very comfortable with each other, and that means humor and smiles and all that sappy shit. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Unfortunately they are robots and do not have hair

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very. Drift and Ratchet are SO romantic with each other in MTMTE, and I imagine having Rodimus there doesn’t change that much. They love each other, and sex is a way to show that love. Lots of kisses and “I love you”s and fond touches. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Ratchet is a horny bastard. He’s DEFINITELY the one who jerks off the most out of all of them. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

BDSM, exhibitionism (mostly Drift and Rodi), voyeurism (mostly Ratchet), teeth/biting

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

OUGH see above exhibitionism. Closets have always been a favorite of Drift and Rodimus’s, but since they’re supposed to be proper grown up officers now they’ve done less and less risky stuff and now stay mostly within the confines of one of their quarters. Drift and Rodimus have always wanted to get it on in Swerve’s, though. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Dancing together, especially for Drift and Rodimus. Watching Rodi and Drift dance, for Ratchet. Watching Drift with his swords <3. Post-mission adrenaline. Play fighting. Rodi’s fire stuff. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

None of them like consent play. Rodimus hates having his mouth covered bc he’s claustrophobic. None of them like anything with fluids bc it just squicks them out. Nothing else, really! 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Mmmm projecting my stone butchness onto Drift but Drift LOVES to go down on both of them. He’s good at it, too. He could do it forever he just finds it very satisfying and almost meditative. And, of course, hearing the sounds he pulls out of them is always good. 

Ratchet is the king of focus and precision so he gives GOOD head. Doesn’t do it as often as Drift just bc he doesn’t enjoy it quite as much but DAMN he’s good at it. 

Rodi is very enthusiastic but a bit lacking in the finesse department. Mostly, it’s just not his favorite thing, but if he’s asked to do it, especially as part of a scene, he’s MORE than willing. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends totally on the context. They go with whatever fits the mood!

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sure! Ratchet is actually the most into quickies. Rodimus tends to want to drag things out and make them late (and be a brat about it) and Drift could take it or leave it. They’re not quickie-averse, and when they’re all so busy, quickies become a bit of a sanity-saver. Usually just two of them at a time, bc the logistics of a threesome aren’t exactly quick even if you’ve done it before. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Nah not really. They’ve all lived enough to do most of their experimenting before this, and 4 million years of war leaves enough trauma that they’d rather not go poking around for new obscure triggers. They’re old!! They’re more than willing to play it safe at this point. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Hmmmmm I don’t know. Whatever’s standard robot stamina I guess? Rodimus tends to last a bit longer than Drift and Ratchet.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

They’ve got a pretty decent collection between the three of them! They’ve all got things they use on themselves, but some stuff is for group sex. A nice vibrator, a spreader bar, a few dildos, some handcuffs, some rope, the works. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh Rodimus is SUCH a tease. He loves kissing and he’ll make out with them forEVER. Just kissing and touching. Being a fucking tease. You know how it is. 

The other two are much more direct. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Rodimus especially is LOUD. He’s very insistent about what he wants. Ratchet is next, with a lot of moans and swearing, and Drift is usually the quietest. Mostly just some panting and sighing from him. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Rodimus and Drift are Amica Endura, Drift and Ratchet are Conjunx Endura, and they’re considering doing a new three-way Conjunx bond with all of them at some point in the future. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

[pass]

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Ratchet and Rodimus are both around whatever “normal” is for giant robots, and Drift is on the lower side of the sex drive scale. They’re all really busy, too, so they generally don’t manage sex with all three of them more than like twice a week. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I sort of touched on it in letter A, so this is a perfect way to bring it full circle lol. Drift and Rodimus don’t fall asleep quickly after sex. They’re actually kind of wired for a little while. Ratchet falls asleep right after, though. He’s a grandpa at heart. 

Thank you so much for the prompt! I love them a normal amount. 

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

praying to a ghost that refuses to stay buried

praying to a ghost that refuses to stay buried https://ift.tt/AJ8gzwG by ijusthavealotoffeelings “It was always going to be you, and Cas knew it. He was dead from the moment he met you.” Dean swallowed thickly but he refused to break Gabe’s gaze. “You never cared about him,” Gabe spat. “You only cared about what he could do for you! And you know what? He knew it but he did it anyway! He deserved so much better than you.” “No,” Dean whispered. “No, you don’t get to do that.” Dean shoved against Gabe hard and he stumbled back a step with the force of it. Dean could feel tears stinging his eyes but he refused to cry like this. “You don’t get to tell me how I felt about Cas! Don’t you for one second believe I loved him any less than you did! Hell, I loved him more! More than anyone! I would’ve done anything for him!” Dean is grieving and Gabriel just wants his brother back. With Jack gone, Sam's just trying to hold onto the little family he has left. Even when Cas returns from the dead, with Jack by his side, things don't just magically become okay again. It seems they may all have some truths they need to confess to. Words: 13718, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Gabriel (Supernatural), Jack Kline Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Gabriel & Dean Winchester, Jack Kline & Dean Winchester Additional Tags: Post-Season/Series 15, Post-Canon Fix-It, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Castiel is Saved from the Empty (Supernatural), Love Confessions, Sam Winchester Knows, that tag is still objectively hilarious to me like, we as a fandom collectively agree that sam definitely know dean and cas are in love, gabriel knows too, fight me on this, Dean Winchester Lives, lets just pretend the finale didnt happen okay, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, I am physically incapable of writing sad endings, so fear not dear readers, idk what else to put, First Kiss, warning for alcoholism in the beginning, look deans not good at coping, Grief/Mourning, may as well tag it its kind of a central theme in this fic, But dont worry!, they get their happy ending!, as they should - Freeform, also, Jack Knows, but in a, he asssumes theyre already a couple, kind of way, headcanon: cas blows out all the lights the first time they kiss, married couple bickering, okay its actually a lot heavier than that, our boys need to work their shit out, dean and his tendency to say bad things in the heat of the moment, listen, I Love Dean, but he has no filter when hes angry, loving someone to the point of self destruction etc etc, Complicated Relationships, because, yeah - Freeform, what they have is def complicated, featuring deans inherent tendency to self sabotage, bc he definitely does that a lot, or am i projecting? maybe im projecting, either way you get the idea, ok these tags are becoming ridiculous, Im gonna stop now, rating is mostly for language and heavy themes, and one kinda smutty scene, dean drinks whiskey in this bc thats what i drink when im sad, whiskey hangovers SUCK, ig dean is just very me coded in this, Dean Winchester Uses Actual Words, as he should, yes there is a halsey quote in here that i stole, dont judge me, overly sappy declarations of love and devotion, living on being the ultimate act of loving someone, but maybe thats just more of me projecting, is anyone even going to read these tags?, okay this was only supposed to be like 3k words and it just got away from me via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/8ANmeK2 July 29, 2023 at 08:54PM

[milkacchan]

More self-indulgent peaky blinders x reader bc I've always struggled with my femininity as a woman, especially when it came to trying on feminine clothes like dresses.

"No. I don't want to." You mutter, pouring the boiling water over coffee grounds.

"Why not? It's just like looking for a suit." Arthur spoke from the table.

"Except it's not." You hum. "The complete opposite, actually."

There was nothing more irritating to you than trying on dresses. Even getting fitted for them, you hated it. Every fucking minute of it.

"Still haven't grown out of that then huh,"

"I don't see why I can't just wear a suit to the damn thing, all of you are." You mumble, ignoring Tommy and taking a sip of your coffee. "I look better in those anyway."

"Is that what this is about?" John sighs, walking in the kitchen. "How many times do we have to tell you? You look beautiful. Always."

"Don't get fucking sappy," you roll your eyes. "I just don't like dresses. Or trying them on." You state, sitting down at the table.

"Nonsense. You love dresses when you feel good in them." Polly cuts in. She sets a plate in front of you.

"Thanks Pol," you nod. "But that's how clothes work, in general. Not dresses."

"But that's what this is. Still the irrational thought you don't look good."

"'Pol," you whine.

"You know, your mother carried you for nine months, gave you that body and face just for you to hate it."

"Pol how many times are you going to use that?" You groan rubbing your face.

"As many times as it takes for it to stick. You don't look bad, at all. I'm not just saying that because I've raised you."

"I look good in suits, yes. Thank you. Why can't I wear one of those?"

"It's too formal of an event, poppet. A suit won't work."

"Pols right," Tommy looks up from his paper. "As much as I'd like to let you wear a suit, it's too formal. We'll have to get you in a dress."

"Tommy.."

"I know, I know, you don't want to. We'll look around some shops, whatever you like We'll get, no questions asked. Whatever color, style- if you feel it looks good on you, we'll get it. And if you really don't see anything you like, we'll get one made, alright?"

You murmured something under your breath.

"What was that?"

"Yes. Fine, yes."

And so it began, within the next hour you were in town with your brothers, dress shopping.

"What about that one?"

"Wouldn't fill it out right." You mutter with hands in your pocket.

"You didn't even look at it poppet,"

"I did, already, over there when Pol was talking about that red one."

Arthur sighed, "Why don't you at least try it on?"

"I suppose so, if it'll make you happy."

"I think Pols got some too," John looks over to you, taking his attention away from the dress he was running his fingers across. "What about this one?"

You turn your attention from Arthur, who was grabbing the one he was eyeing to the one John had pulled. The fabric seemed soft. It was a lovely shade of green, with silver beads that adorned it simply.

"It's nice," you mutter. "Soft," you mumble once you've got your own hands on it.

"Isn't it? I really like the color. I think it'd fit your skin tone."

"Since when did you become so knowledgeable on the things of a woman." You smile.

"Since Esme, she's adamant I learn. I guess she was right that it would help." He hummed, "after all i have to be able to help my baby sister and keep my title as the favorite brother."

"Oh, you think you have that title?" You side eye him and lift dress off the wall.

"Oi," he makes a face, "Who does then?"

You say nothing, just smiling as you take a step back to move to another part of the store.

"Oh come on you have to tell me, come on. Who is it then?"

"Tell you what?"

"Who the favorite is."

"I can't tell you that, power shift and all."

"I've got some dresses dear," Aunt Polly gestures to the ones in her hand. "Let's try these on, okay?"

"I've got one for her too," Arthur holds his up.

"And I picked that one for her to try," John points.

"Mines prettier."

"Oh this is a competition now?"

"Oh Hush. Hand them here." She snaps. "You boys wait out here, we'll come show them once she's in them."

"Yes Pol," the chorus plays.

You make a face but ultimately follow Pol to the back room.

The first one up is a black one with gold beading, all you have to do is look at it before you know you'd not like it.

"No," you immediately turn it down. "I'm sorry aunt Pol, but I really don't like that one."

"Alright," she took a deep breath and set it aside. "Let's try this one then."

The next one was white. It was long, looked like it'd be form fitting to an extent, in the bodice anyway. The skirt was flowy with tassels that made an almost scale pattern. It was pretty, you had to admit.

You stared at it for a few moments before starting on your suit, unbuttoned the shirt (your jacket had been left with Tommy, good lad,) and slipped it off. Followed by your pants and shoes.

You held your arms up and the dress fell down your body.

You hesitantly open the door and walk out to where your brothers are.

"Oh that one's a nice one," John smiles. "Like mine better though."

"'I picked that one out," Tommy grins.

"I mean its nice," you nod, looking at yourself in the big mirror. "But it looks more like a wedding dress Tommy, you trying to see me off already?"

"No," he mumbled, watching you step off the ledge. "Just thought it was pretty "

You wave him off and walk back into the dressing room. The next one is one Pol had picked, she said anyway.

It was a light pink, a color you had to admit you enjoyed, so it was a downer when you looked in the mirror and hated what you saw.

"Let's just try the next one," you mutter

"You don't want to show the boys?"

"No Pol- no I just really want to take it off," you mutter, still scanning your form. 

She stares for a few moments but ultimately nods.

The next is the one Arthur had picked. Red with black beading. Tassels that fell down your arms. It was elegant. You left the room and walked towards the boys.     

"That one's awful nice on you," Pol smiles.

"I have taste, see?" Arthur grins. "Do you like it?"

You stare at yourself in the mirror. "It's...I mean its a nice dress, really."

"But...?" John pushes.

"Not for me. I don't fill it out right. I look like a man."

"If you don't like it, it's no trouble. Try on the next one." Tommy leans back in his chair.

"Sorry Arthur," you mumble.

He just waves it off with a small smile.

Then it's John's choice. The green one, forest silk with the simple sliver beading. It's a longer dress, and honestly you don't mind.

Aunt Pol helps you slip it on. "Oh..." She breathes. You look fantastic. It frames your waist and your hips before falling freely around your legs. It's sleevless, the silk coming up your back in a V to cover your shoulders.

"It's so nice," you whisper, fingers trailing down your sides.

"How do you feel?"

"Like a princess," you hum.

"Go on then, show the boys." Pol all but shoves you through the doors.

"Alright alright," you lift the skirt and hike up the platform.

John was smug. "You like that one don't you?"

"I do," you whisper with a nod, till staring at the dress. "God I love it," you laugh softly.

"Give us a spin," Tommy smiles, moving his hand on a small circle.

And you do. You spin with a stupid grin on your face, looking at your brothers when you've finished. "Does it twirl? Tell me it twirls."

"It twirls," Arthur laughs. "You look beautiful."

"Who's the favorite?"

"Oh hush John,"

"That's the one then?"

"Yes, this is the one." You hummed. "Not to much for you is it?"

"Never," Tommy stands, "go on get dressed, we'll pay and go home."

"Yes Tommy," you step down.

The boys would always take care of you.

[s4turns-r1ngs]

DSMP - "i hate you /j"

Summary: We all love playfully bullying our friends.

Pronouns: they/them

Warnings: Swearing

-> [a/n] - HELLO ANON THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS I LOVE YOU /P also i went for c!bench trio bc i need to start writing more character stuff and please im in desperate need to write something like this about the characters. did add a little sappy shit in there tho so hee hee. reader is blue text :]

-> p!c!bench trio + reader

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The four of you laughed as you sat in your respective spots on the bench.

"You're so dumb. Why would you even do that? You knew Bad was gonna lose his shit." You laugh, hold a hand over your mouth.

"And? What's that supposed to mean, dickhead?"

"You know what it means."

"They aren't wrong, though."

"He was being annoying!" Despite the tone in his voice, it was obvious Tommy found it funny as well, despite the obvious pain he went through. (He was fine. Just a couple of scratches here and there. They weren't even from Bad, it was just because he tried while running away.)

"You say that as if your 'catchphrase' isn't: 'Well, most people find me annoying at first-'" Tubbo was cut off by a punch to the arm, courtesy of Tommy.

"Shut the fuck up!!"

"Tommy, please. You knew it was gonna happen. It's BadBoyHalo, and he has zero tolerance for swearing when he's around. Are you really surprised?"

"Okay, Ranboob."

"Okay, Tomathy."

"Fuck off, man."

"no <3"

You laughed, while Tommy started shouting: "This is bullying! You guys are bullying me! I will not stand for this."

"But you're sitting, boss man."

"Tubbo's got a point there, Tom."

Tommy grumbled, mumbling about how he could believe the four of you were friends (in a lighthearted way, of course).

Hearing (most of) the mumbling, you respond with: "You do realize that you were the one to drag me into your little friend group, right? If I hadn't met you guys then I'd still be going who-knows-what out in the middle of nowhere."

"Yeah, and we've been friends for years. Phil literally found me in a box!"

"I don't remember all the details, but I believe you were one of the first people I met here, too."

Placing a hand on Tommy's shoulder, you smile. "We're glad you brought us together, Tommy. Don't forget that."

With a smile, he rolls his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. I know I'm Awesome and Very Cool, there's no need to flatter me."

You shove him away. "Oh, come on, man! You ruined the moment!"

"Should we start talking about Ranboo almost lost all his shit the other day? I'm tired of talking about all this sappy shit." Tubbo asks, swiping a piece of hair out from in front of his eyes.

"Hey! Wait! I didn't agree to talk about this!" Ranboo exclaims, unwrapping the tail he had previously around Tubbo's arm.

"Ooo! What happened?" You question, dramatically putting your hands on your face, as if to make the question sound over-exagerated.

"Yes. Let's bully Ranboo now."

"No! Let's not bully Ranboo!"

"Too bad. <3"

"I hate you guys."

"Okay, so anyways, Ranboo and I were mining the other day-"

[awkwardtickleetoo]

Tickling 101 (Guide My Hand)

did I title this like a song title of an overrated pop punk band? yes. yes I did.

no prompt this time!! just from ye olde brain :)

also!! I use he/they pronouns for dreamxd, just bc it makes sense in my brain. also he has the classic 4 arms and the mask and the cloak and everything.

summary: dreamxd catches a glimpse of george tickling someone, but he isn't sure what he's doing. he decides to ask about it, and george decides it might be easier to just show him.

lee!dreamxd, ler!george, 3.3k words

enjoy! :)

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"Can I ask you something?" DreamXD said suddenly from where he was sitting cross-legged on the floor of George's bedroom, peacefully watching George search through chests for items to craft more arrows. George looked over at them as they spoke.

"Ask away."

"Earlier today, while you were downstairs talking to Karl, I got bored of waiting up here so I went to wander around a little, and when I did I saw you and Karl talking for a little while. I was too far away to hear anything, but I saw you, uh… I don't really know… I saw you, like, poke at him? And it looked like he was laughing? And I was just curious as to what you guys were talking about," XD rambled on, looking up at George at the end from where he was tracing the lines on the wooden floor with the tip of his finger. 

"Oh! It wasn't anything monumental, we were just talking about our plans for the next few days, and he was telling me about a date night he and Sapnap had planned for tonight so I was just poking at him and tickling him to tease him. All in good fun, obviously, I don't mean anything by it, they're just dumb and sappy together. That's all it was," George explained, looking down at the chest before looking back over to the God beside him when he was met with silence. DreamXD's head was tilted to the side, and even with the smiling expression on their mask George could practically sense their furrowed eyebrows, and he let out a small chuckle at their bewilderment. "What's got you so confused?"

"What… what is that?"

"What is… what?"

"The thing you said. Tick-l-ing?" XD said slowly, sounding out the new word. "What is… tickling?"

George looked at them, blinking a few times, utterly shocked.

"You don't know what tickling is?" XD shook his head, staring up at George. "You helped create the universe and you don't know what that is?" XD shook his head again. The room was silent for a few seconds, before George's face broke into a wide grin. "Do you want me to show you?" 

XD seemed to consider this for a moment, still confused, before nodding slowly. George put the items he was sorting back in the chest and closed the latch without a second of hesitation, standing up and walking towards XD.

"Come up here and sit on the bed," George instructed, gesturing to the bed beside him as he did. XD did as he said, standing up and moving to sit in the same cross-legged position on top of George's soft blankets. "Okay, you're gonna have to trust me a lot for this to work, okay?"

"Trust you? I mean, of course I trust you, but why does it matter?" XD asked, seeming slightly nervous and confused at George's words.

"Just 'cuz. It's important. Do you trust me?" XD chuckled, and George was sure he'd be rolling his eyes right now if he could.  

"Yes, George, I trust you."

"Great." George stood next to the bed and pushed on one of XD's shoulders gently until they got the message and slowly laid down, head resting on the multiple pillows George had on his bed so they weren't laying uncomfortably against the wall. George gently tapped on his knees, silently asking him to unfold them. He did, his feet resting on the bed and knees slightly bent.

George smiled at them, heart warmed by XD's willingness to listen to him and chest swirling knowing what was about to come next. 

"Okay," George muttered, climbing onto the bed to sit right next to XD's bent knees. "Ready?" 

"I'm still not sure what I'm supposed to be ready for." 

"That's why I'm gonna show you first before I explain it, nimrod. It's more fun that way."

"Oh," was XD's only response, tapping the fingers of his lower set of hands nervously against the sides of his thighs, while his upper set rested on the blanket by his sides. "It's not gonna hurt, is it? I like you but if you hurt me unfortunately I am going to have to smite you."

George couldn't help but laugh at that, shaking his head.

"Noho, no, it's not gonna hurt. I'm gonna do it now, okay?" He asked, curling his fingers into claws shapes and holding them right above XD's sides. XD looked down at the hands, unmoving, seeming even more confused than earlier, before nodding to signal that he was ready. George giggled to himself before bringing his hands down to squeeze at XD's sides.

The God reacted immediately, tensing up and letting out an undignified squeal. They reached out and grabbed George's wrists with their upper hands, pulling them off their torso and holding them tightly. George only burst out laughing at the response. 

"Wh-what was that?!" XD stammered, looking up at George for some sort of explanation and getting noticeably more flustered when he was met with more wild laughter. "What did you just do?!"

"That's tickling, XD. Well, a very small amount of it, since you stopped me before I could really even do anything." George said after his laughing fit was over, letting his wrists slip out of XD's grip when it loosened. "What did you think?"

"I-I don't know, I don't even know what happened, it felt like you electrocuted me but… not painfully?" XD tried to explain, lower setting of arms wrapping around his torso while his upper ones still held out towards George. 

"Yeah, I guess you could think of it like that. I don't know all the science behind it, but it's got something to do with nerve endings or something. Basically, tickling is when you touch someone a certain way in certain spots and it makes them laugh. They can't control the laughter, it's just what their body does in response to the tickles."

DreamXD seemed to let this play over in their mind a few times before nodding in understanding.

"Did… did you want me to try again?" George asked, giving XD the opportunity to stop if he really wanted to, even though there was something about him that suggested he didn't. 

"Yeah, I-I think so. I wanna know more." George smiled down at XD, instantly reaching over to wiggle his fingers into their tummy, giggling to himself when they squeaked again and tried to curl up to evade his fingers. 

"You should laugh, XD, that's the whole point of tickling!" George added his other hand into the mix, returning to squeezing up and down XD's sides. This got the first bit of laughter, as they reached their lower hands down to hold onto George's wrists but didn't push them away just yet. "There you go! Yeah!"

"Geohorge!" XD leaned over onto his side, knees pulled further up to his chest and arms clamped down to his sides while he held George's wrists, giggling frantically. His upper arms came up to cover his already masked face, unsure of what else to do with his hands. "Ihihi– I dohohon't– I-I cahan't–" They stuttered out, unable to form their thoughts into proper sentences. George paused, wanting to let XD speak.

"What's going on, what are you thinking about?"

"Ihi don't knohow, I'm…" XD dropped his hands in front of his face, falling into more jittery giggles when he saw the mischievous smile on George's face. He turned his head to half hide it in the pillow, the side being covered by the hood of his green cloak.

"Are you having fun?" George asked, quickly skittering his nails up XD's side to watch him squirm and giggle.

"Yeah, I thihink so…" George couldn't help but soften his smile at that, the soft admission so sweet and vulnerable that it almost made him want to coo out loud.

"That's good, I'm glad."

"Can you keep going?" XD asked hopefully, looking up at George from where he was still curled up on his side.

"Of course. But, I have an idea." 

George gestured for XD to return to their back, and he swung his legs over XD's to straddle their thighs. He rested one hand in a claw shape right on top of XD's tummy, reaching over to grab one of XD's wrists and wrap their hand around his wrist. 

"I don't want you to get overwhelmed, since this is your first time finding out what tickling even is. So, when I count to 3, I'm gonna start wiggling my fingers, and I'm just gonna keep wiggling them. Like this," George wiggled his fingers to demonstrate, earning a soft gasp from XD when he found it was much harder to squirm with George sitting on him. "Your job is to guide my hand, okay? I'll help a little bit, of course. Since you don't know where your tickle spots are, when you wanna move I'll push a little more towards some common spots you might wanna test, but overall you're in complete control of where my hand goes, and if you want it to stop for any reason you can just push me away, or say stop, and I will, until you want me to start again. That sound good?"

XD stared up at George, nodding slightly. 

"Yeah, that sounds fun." They said softly, stomach still tense where George's hand was resting. "Does— does tickling make everyone nervous and excited like this?"

"Sometimes, depending on how ticklish you are. And if you like it.".

"It feels like my nerves are on fire."

"In a good way or a bad way?" 

"Good way, I think. I like it." XD explained, voice soft, almost embarrassed to be admitting it. 

"Aww, that's good." XD whined at the coo, reaching his free hands up to cover his masked face and letting out a quiet, mumbled complaint as George reached under his hood to ruffle his hair. "Ready to start?" XD nodded, squeezing George's wrist once to let him know he was. "Okay, here we go! In 1… 2…" George purposefully dragged out the numbers, fingers flexing just above XD's tummy. "2 and a half… 2 and three quarters…" 

"George!"

"Aaaand 3!" His fingers immediately dug into XD's tummy, wiggling around but staying in that one spot, just like he promised.

"AH! Geohohorgihie!" XD giggled, fingers flexing and squeezing around George's wrist instinctively to keep himself from pushing the hand away yet. 

"Yeah? What is it?" George asked teasingly, smiling down at XD as they dropped their head back against the pillows as they laughed. 

"Ihit- ihihit's tihicklyhy!" George gasped at that, exaggerating the exclamation. 

"It is?! I had no idea!" George giggled to himself as XD shook his head, final free hand that wasn't covering his face or holding George's wrist reaching over to grab the blanket and grip it tight. George admired his self control; he could barely figure out what to do with 4 limbs while being tickled, let alone the 6 XD was dealing with currently.

"Shuhuhut ihit!" XD's tummy fluttered as he accidentally pushed on George's wrist, which caused the tickles to turn feather-light as only George's fingertips and nails grazed the skin now. "NOHOHO! Thahahat's sohoho muhuch wohohorse!" XD arched his back on instinct, letting out a loud squeak as it only made the tickling worse before falling back onto the bed and sucking in his tummy. "George plehehehease!" XD squirmed as much as they could, torso shaking with laughter, as George pushed against their hold to continue wiggling around their tummy.

"You can move me if you want to!"

"Ihihi dohohon't know whehere to gohoho!" XD explained, practically whining. "Just- juhust pick somewhehehere fohor mehe, please!" 

"Alright, how about…" George dragged out his decision, even though he knew where he wanted to go next. "Here!" He said as his hands migrated down to DreamXD's lower sides, down near their hip bones, moving in more of a claw shape this time as he lightly scratched his nails over their skin. The reaction was instantaneous, the muscles in his tummy and sides tensing up as he inhaled sharply and let his head fall back into the pillows. "Come on, where's that smile gone, huh? It's not as fun if you don't laugh."

"Yohohou're so stuhupihid!" XD teased lightly, shaking his head as the giggles flowed out of him happily, occasionally interrupted by soft hiccups.

"I try, thank you," George replied, adding his other hand to the mix with a smug smile. he mirrored his movements on the opposite side of XD's torso, earning a squeak as one hand flew down from his face to grab at the wrist and push it away.

"Nohohot fahair! Juhust that one!" George couldn't help but laugh at the response, smiling at just how childish the God sounded. 

"Alright, fine, I'll be nice. Just this once, though. Next time I get you, you better be prepared," he teased, smiling as XD looked up at him in shock.

"N- whaha- next tihime?" 

"Yeah. Wishful thinking, I guess. I'm having just as much fun as you are." 

XD's smile widened as they stared up at George, and George suspected it wasn't because of the tickling this time. 

"Alright, that's enough of that," George cut off the vulnerable moment by moving his hands up at squeeze at XD's lower ribs, drilling his thumb into the bottom most rib. This earned him a loud squawk of laughter that caused XD to immediately slap a hand over their mouth, squirming around as George's nimble fingers continued drilling at each of his ribs. 

"OKAHAY okahahay! Thahahat's a lot! Thahat's a lohohot to hahandle!" They said between laughter, pushing at George's wrist and moving it back down to his sides.

"Alright, sorry, sorry," George let out a small chuckle, this time switching up the technique and only scratching his nails at their sides. "Another time, maybe. Can I try something else?" They nodded, giggling out a small "mhm" as well.

George moved his hand up to XD's neck, lightly wiggling his fingers underneath his chin and jawline. XD practically melted, gasping softly and shoulders relaxing into the pillows underneath him. George felt his fingers flex around his wrist, almost struggling to keep holding on as they were barely even controlling his movements anymore. Giggles flowed out of him, his hiccupy and squeaky breaths returning. 

"Seems like you like this spot?" George observed, earning a nod from XD. Suddenly, he let out a snort when George's fingers trailed up to the side of his neck and behind his ear. He flushed at the noise, both upper hands coming up to fall over his face in embarrassment. "Aww, is someone getting all shy on me?" XD shook his head, clamping his mouth closed when George pulled another snort from him. "No? I can practically feel how flustered you are, XD, you don't have to be embarrassed."

"Shuhuhut UHUP!" George giggled at this, reaching his free hand up to take hold of both of XD's thumbs, pulling his hands away from his face and earning a breathy giggle in response. "Yohohou're evil," XD tried to sound mad, even though it was obvious he was still enjoying himself considering he hadn't pushed George's hand away. George moved his hand back to underneath XD's chin, smiling wider at the squeaky laughter he received. 

"Tell me what's going on in your mind right now," George prompted, not stopping his wriggling fingers. "What do you think so far?"

"Ihihi- uh… Ihi thihink I lihike ihit?" XD hiccuped, head shaking on instinct even though he didn't really want George to stop. "Ihit's fun. I lihike thihis spohohohot."

"That's great."

"I liked it, uh…" XD pushed at George's wrist, pulling it off his neck and dragging it down to his tummy again. "I liked it here too–" XD was cut off by a soft squeak as George moved his fingers again, giggles increasing as he switched to scratching his nails instead.

"Like this?"

"Yeheheah!" XD's fingers tightened around George's wrist, pushing to the side until they landed on his side right under his ribs. "Thihis wahas nihice too!" George hummed in response, stopping for a second to tap his fingers against their ribs before scratching at their side again.

"This was too much, though, right? At least for this time." They nodded in response, instinctively bringing his hand that had been gripping the blanket over to place a hand over the spot.

"Ihit's lihike… ihit stihill feels weheheird, like– uh-haha– Ihit stihihill feels lihike myhy nerves are on fihire, buhut, like, in a good wahay? Ihit's kinda relahaxing, sometihimes."

"That's a really cute way to put it." George teased, slowing his fingers to a halt as XD stared up at him, almost offended. 

"Cute?!"

"Yeah! It was just sweet, the way you described it. It was kind of adorable." XD grabbed one of the pillows from behind his head and pulled it out, letting out a flustered whine as he covered his face with it and wrapped his upper arms around it.

"Aw, what? You're getting all embarrassed on me again? Come one, I was just trying to compliment you!" XD simply flipped him off in response, making George burst into laughter, which caused him to let out a few muffled giggles from behind the pillow. "Alright, fine. I have one more spot I wanna try, for the grand finale, will you let me?"

XD nodded after a second, squeezing the pillow tighter as he let George pull his wrist down more towards his torso again. The room was silent for a moment, so quiet all they could hear was XD's gasp at the anticipation, suddenly realizing that maybe covering their face with a pillow was kind of a bad idea now that they couldn't actually see what George was doing. After a few more seconds of anticipation, however, George let his fingers drop down and scratch at XD's underarm. 

XD immediately yelped and burst into laughter, body squirming as much as possible as he struggled to keep the pillow held to his face. 

"GEOHORGE!" They said through their laughter, attempting to squeeze their arms to their side, though that did nothing to stop the tickly fingers from wiggling around.

"Yes?"

"IHIHI CAHA-" XD started, unable to finish their sentence before trailing off into more loud laughter. After a few more seconds of this, he finally seemed to have enough, as he pulled George's wrist away and held onto his hand with both his lower ones to make sure the tickling was over. "Thahahat spohot reheally tihihickled…" He giggled out, coming down from his tickly high and taking deep breaths.

"That's why it was the grand finale, XD," George teased, reaching his free hand over to clamp around his and XD's intertwined hands. He rubbed his thumb against the back of XD's knuckles, letting them relax after everything they had just gone through.

"That… was actually really fun," XD said after he had calmed down, letting a moment of silence pass before throwing the pillow at George and hitting him square in the face with it.

"WHA-"

"You're still stupid for it though!" XD said before giggling, this time pulling the pillow back and hugging it to his torso when George let it drop.

"Don't test me, you're forgetting there are so many spots we didn't test today that I could go for right now." XD's eyes widened a bit, arms instinctively squeezing the pillow a bit tighter before an idea popped into their head.

"Well, I think I deserve to test them out on you at some point too, don't you think? So I wouldn't test me either, Georgie," he replied, voice sickeningly sweet, and George could pretty much feel his heart skip a beat.

This was gonna be a long, interesting night.

[prince-kyloren]

Tragodía

This was written for the summer 2021 fic exchange(@adcuficexchange)

Summary: Tragedy: (from the Greek: τραγῳδία, tragōidia[a]) is a form of drama in theatre based on human suffering and, mainly, the terrible or sorrowful events that befall a main character

Adam Sackler was an up and coming theater actor when tragedy struck. Now his soulmate is left to pick up the pieces and discover what love after death truly means.

Pairing: Sackler x AFAB!reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: major character death, piv sex, oral (f receiving, L-bombs (it’s sorta sappy okay), afab!reader, light dirty talk bc it’s Sackler.

Just having given his second to last performance, he bowed as the audience cheered, and finally stepped off the stage as the curtains drew. Adrenaline rushed through his veins, a satisfied smile etched across his features. It was another successful show under his belt, and he really felt like things were starting to go in the right direction for him. He was starting to land more roles than he ever had before. His schedule for the upcoming few months was jam packed with new opportunities. As he started to make his way backstage, he made eye contact with one of the stage crew, a new guy who he had only seen the last few nights of the play's run. A shout of his name left the stage hand's lips before he felt an immense amount of pressure come down on his head, his knees buckled, before his back hit the wood flooring, his vision going black.

You woke with a start, head pounding, heart hammering against your ribcage. You reached your hand out, fumbling with a shaky hand, as it wrapped around the glass of water on the nightstand. The same dream had been haunting you every night for the past year. Each time, the dream was from his perspective, as if you were in his body, living out his death over and over and over again. And it hurt, god did it hurt. It wasn't just the physical pain of feeling exactly what he felt in his last moments and inevitably waking up with a pounding headache, but it was the pain of knowing that the person who you were supposed to live the rest of your life with once you found them, who was literally made for you, was gone.

The first time the dream occurred, was around the time that it had actually happened. The morning after, you had googled the incident, a simple search of "theater accident" had done the trick, and there on your screen was a photo. A photo of your soulmate who had tragically died in a freak accident. It was a fucking sandbag that killed him. A rookie stage crew member had lost grip on the sand bag as your soulmate was walking past. It was a case of precisely the wrong place at the wrong time.

The photo almost hurt worse than the dream itself. He was beautiful. Shiny soft black hair, pale skin dotted in a constellation of freckles and beauty marks, full lips that quirked to the side, and deep hazel eyes.

Adam. His name was Adam, and just looking at him you felt it. You could physically feel the pain in your chest. Feel how much you would have, and did love him, not even having been able to get to know him while he was alive. The love was ingrained in the deepest part of your soul, just as much a part of you as your genetics were.

It was hard, going about daily life knowing you're soulmate was deceased. Hard seeing couples spending time together, knowing that would never be you. Talking with friends, hearing of their loved ones, of how they met, what they did on a nightly basis. It stung when they thought they were being thoughtful. Stopping mid-sentence to ask you if you wanted to change the subject because "well you know.".

Around a year and a half after Adam had passed away, you awoke from the dream. A cold sweat dotting your brow, head feeling feeling as though it may combust, you reached for the bottle of Advil you began to keep in your bedside table. The room dark, you gently felt around for the glass of water you got before bed, not wanting to knock it over, and not wanting to turn the blinding lamp on to disrupt your sleepiness.

A dull scratch sound met your ears.

Confused and a little frightened by the noise you knew very well you didn't make, you stilled your outstretched hand.

The same sound again, only this time, the sound was only silenced once you felt the cold glass of your water cup meeting your still unmoving hand.

Slowly, you reach your hand a little upwards, to turn on the lamp.

The room was void of anyone besides yourself. The door was closed, and you knew you would have heard it if someone had opened it to escape.

You must have been hearing things.

After having taken some Advil, you flick the lamp off and hunker back down to sleep. Just before dozing off, you feel what you can only describe as a hand caressing your cheek.

You jump, turning the lamp back on, eyes darting around the room, hand reaching to grab at your cellphone just in case you need to dial 911.

"Hello? Is someone in here?" words leaving your mouth with false bravado.

A beat of silence.

But then you hear it. A voice. A deep voice.

"So you can feel my touch?"

You felt your heart sink to the pit of your stomach like a rock.

"Yes. Who are you? Why can't I see you?" you looked around, holding your comforter close to your chest.

"I still haven't figured out how to physically show myself to you yet."

Another beat of silence,

"And Adam. My name's Adam."

"That's impossible, Adam's dead. What kind of sick joke is this?" Frustrations builds up in your voice, head swimming with possibilities of who could be fucking with you like this.

"Why do you think you can't see me kid?" he says with a sad chuckle.

"You're telling me, that I am speaking with the ghost of my dead soulmate?" it was your turn to chuckle, but for you it was in disbelief, and a little bit of sad hopefulness.

"That's exactly what I'm saying. And I'm so glad you can finally hear me, I've been trying to talk to you for months."

You felt it again, the touch of an invisible hand against your cheek, only this time you couldn't help but turn your face into the touch.

The months that followed after having learned that you could communicate with Adam were interesting, and far less lonely than before.

After longs days at work, you would come home to your apartment tidied up. Or loving words scrawled in the steam on the mirror when you took hot showers. You would spend hours into the night speaking with him, getting to know the real him, not just the Adam you read about in play reviews and theatre write-ups. The two of you would laugh for hours before you fell asleep, now being able to feel the presence of Adam laying beside you on the bed.

It was strange at first, feeling as though you were talking to air, or falling asleep next to nothing, when in fact you knew he was there.

You're dreams were no longer consumed by that same awful dream. They were now filled with memories from his life that Adam wanted to share with you, or dreams of dates with him that felt so real that you sometimes felt that they had actually occurred in the physical world.

But most recently, your dreams consisted of things far less innocent than the dream picnics and movie dates you had had before.

His arms wrapped around your thighs, calloused hands placed firmly on your belly keeping you still as he ran his tongue up and down your dripping cunt.

"I've wanted to do this since the moment I saw you." Adam mumbles around your clit, eliciting a moan from you caused by the vibrations of his words. His hands move south, thumbs spreading you wider, granting him better access to circle his tongue slow and gentle. Your hand gripped tightly in his dark waves, grounding you as Adam brought you closer to the edge. Every swipe of his wet tongue made you feel as though you were losing grip on reality, but then again you supposed you had already.

"You're so fucking wet, this all for me?" he pumped two digits into you, looking up at you with dark eyes. You nodded at him, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

"You want me to fuck you don't you? Wanna finally feel my cock inside you?" he withdraws his finger, licking them before making his way up your body, positioning himself between your thighs.

"Yes, please Adam." you wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him closer, until you feel his hardness press against where you so desperately want him. He noses against your neck, kissing and licking at your sweet spot before lifting his head to look in your eyes as he enters you for the first time. You both gasp, the feeling of being one at last too much.

It's too much, as he begins pumping into you. As he hangs his head in your neck, as you grip at his back, holding him as if he might disappear, and you think he might. He runs one hand between your bodies, thumb toying with your clit, hips moving faster, harder, bringing you closer and closer to the edge all over again.

"God, fuck I love you." It's not the first time he says it, but something about it nearly brings a tear to your eye. You think it might have something to do with feeling so encompassed by Adam in that moment.

"I love you too." you manage to get out between breathy moans.

You cum with a cry, eyes never leaving Adam's as he too reaches his climax. He doesn't pull out, there's no need to when it's just a dream. He collapses on top of you, being careful to not crush you as you both try to catch your breath. You run your fingers up and down his back as you hold him to you.

"I really mean it you know. I do love you." he whispers into your chest.

"I know Adam, I love you too."

It finally happens one day when you're getting ready for bed, years later. You sit up in bed, fingers turn page after page of your book.

"Look up." Adam says.

Your eyes flick up and glance at your bedroom door, confusion knitting your brows together.

"The corner." he says, amusement evident in his voice.

You look to the mirror in the corner of your room, a gasp escaping your lips. There you find his reflection staring back at you.

"Adam..."

"Hey kid."

[if-music-be-the-food-of-love]

Loving your headcanons so far. Do you have any others you're sitting on? Like about the future, maybe after college. <33

Hi, anon, sure. And thank you!! 🥰 Here you go:

I definitely agree with most people who say Robbe and Sander don't move in together right away. It's just not practical. Robbe wants to be there for his mom. They're young, and it makes way more sense to save the money for when they're ready. That being said, I think they do move in together maybe around Robbe's last year of uni. Sander has a job and wants his own place. Of course, Robbe comes along when Sander starts looking around, and when Robbe asks why they're only looking at places with two bedrooms, without batting an eyelash, Sander says, "My studio has to be in its own room, so there's enough room for you...and your things. So you have your own space to work." Then he lifts an eyebrow, eyes slightly nervous, and asks, "Move in with me?" Robbe gasps, his eyes widening, and looks around the flat they're in. A squeaky "Yes," tumbles out of his mouth, and he throws his arms around Sander. So it's in that kitchen that Sander teaches Robbe how to cook; it's on their couch that Robbe studies for his exams; it's at the desk in their bedroom that he writes his thesis; it’s in their home that he applies to grad school; and it's in their bed that Sander distracts him when he has to be reminded to take a break.

In my mind Robbe continues to grad school right away and possibly to a PhD. He strikes me as the type who will choose a field that requires years of education and training (that's why he's a chemical engineer in my last fic). Sander, on the other hand, likes to be doing things. He finishes his degree and immediately looks for work. He wants to be out there, observing life, experiencing life, and he knows that he'll only get better by continuing to practice. So he supports Robbe through grad school, either working freelance or finding a steady gig that gives him the free time to work on his own projects. Robbe always feels a little guilty, though. He spends his day studying and teaching undergrads, and then he comes home and sees how tired Sander is or how draining it is for him to balance several projects at once. He can’t help feeling like he’s the reason Sander has to work so hard. Sander, however, disagrees, always reminding him with a hug and a lingering kiss that his job is to study so that he can be his “sugar daddy” later. He really doesn’t mind because he’s so proud of Robbe, and he has unwavering faith in how successful he’s going to be. And Robbe is focused, sometimes too much, so Sander takes his distraction job seriously. The first few times he forces Robbe to stop working/studying, Robbe is upset. In his mind he has to succeed to even things out with Sander, to make all of Sander’s sacrifices worth it, but once he realizes why Sander is doing it and that it actually helps (and is a lot of fun 😏), he gives in and doesn’t complain. Sander only does it when he thinks it’s necessary…usually…mostly...Robbe’s not complaining anymore, so…yeah.

Several people have written about how they think the proposal will go down, but I’ve always thought it would be like this. Sander, being the one who likes grand gestures, will buy a ring and have everything planned out to the last detail. And then, the week before he’s going to do it, Robbe will roll on top of him in bed, or look up at him at the dinner table, or poke him in the ribs with his toe as they’re watching a movie on the couch, and just blurt out, “Marry me?” Robbe will look all shy, slightly embarrassed that he couldn’t control himself, but he couldn’t help it. He loves their life together, and he wants it to always be like this. It’s the little things that make him happy, make him feel loved and safe, so it just came out in a moment where he felt overwhelmed with the rightness of it all. Even though he hadn’t planned it, he doesn’t take it back. He means it and looks at Sander with glowing, nervous eyes. Sander is dumbfounded, his mind processing the change of plans. Without a word, he leans over and pulls a black box out from its hiding place under the bed (for this scenario let’s pretend they’re in bed). In answer he hands the box to Robbe, saying, “I was going to ask you on Saturday, but...you beat me to it.” Robbe looks at the ring in wonder, his eyes shiny. Still focused on the box, he whispers, “So which one of us is supposed to say yes?” His question breaks the tension, and their eyes lock, their lips lifting into crooked, dopey smiles. “On three?” Sander asks, and at Robbe’s nod, he counts, and they both say “Yes” at the same time. A moment passes while they both exhale and then Robbe throws himself at Sander, tackling him to the bed. Neither of them can decide whether to laugh, cry, or kiss, so they do all three at the same time, and eventually Sander berates him for ruining his romantic proposal, though he’s not really upset at all. Robbe apologizes with a kiss, but says, “I prefer this. It was sweet. We can still go on your romantic date, and if you want to ask me again then, I promise I’ll say yes.” Sander hugs him closely and murmurs into his neck, “I’d happily ask you every day.”  Robbe kisses his ear and whispers back, “And I’ll always say yes.”

(Okay that one got really sappy...oops)

Do they adopt a kid(s)? Probably, but I don’t know when or how. For canon Robbe and Sander I can’t guess when they’d be ready. I don’t see them being nearly as young as they are in my fic, but I do see it. Sander would be such a fun dad—playful with lots of ideas. Robbe would probably have to rein him in and be the more practical parent. And here’s the one thing I am so sure about and don’t ask me why bc I don’t know: they NEVER use a stroller. Sobbe with a stroller just doesn’t compute for me. One of them wears the baby in a carrier, and the other one wears the backpack full of crap. They take turns, and both of them would rather carry the baby.

Okay, here’s the last one, and I’m kind of embarrassed about it, but I also think it’s a very Sander thing to do. If that wtfockdown clip bothered you (as it scarred me), maybe stop here. It’s not bad or graphic, but it’s based on that clip. So we know how Robbe took his shirt and belt off in that clip, and we can assume it happened more than once (bc those two were such a disaster during quarantine, Sander especially). Well, it all happened around Sander’s birthday…now Sander associates Robbe stripping with his birthday, so it’s the only present he wants for his birthday, that Robbe give him a little strip tease. Every year. Robbe’s all blushy and shy at first, but he grows more confident; and they end up having a lot of fun with it.

Thanks for asking! This was a lot of fun, and I’m always up for more if you’re interested. Have a lovely day!!💕

[serendipityseulgi]

8 Ways of Love;

— park seonghwa

according to the ancient greeks, there are eight different types of love. here is:

･*:༅｡ the one known as pragma, the enduring love.

aka, the kind of love that matures and develops over a long period of time, and somewhat rare to find. 

8 ways of love series; version i

A love story that shows the progression of yours and seongwha’s relationship from the moment you two become friends, to lovers, to exes, and everything else in between. 

love catalyst: the subconscious.

At the age of six years old you declare Park Seonghwa to be your boyfriend, solidifying your “relationship” with a hug.

“Eww, y/n, you have cooties!” your best friend barks, pushing you off him.

“Wha- hey no I don’t!” you squeak.

“Yes you do because Mingi told all the boys not to touch the girls because they have a disease and it’s going to eat our bodies alive!” he practically screeches getting up from the sandbox about to walk away from you.

“Seonghwaaa he’s lying!” you whine out and he huffs turning around to face you.

“Well all the other boys are listening to him so he has to be right.” 

“Well I touched you yesterday when we were playing tag and you’re fine!” you defend. “And if all girls have cooties then how come your mommy still hugs and kisses you goodbye in the morning? Wouldn’t you be dead now?”

Even at the age of 6 you were the biggest smartass Seonghwa knew.

After a moment of deliberation, he sighs. “Okay fine, you’re right.” your friend huffs. 

“So are you gonna back so we can play again?” you ask, arms crossed over your little body. 

Seonghwa nods before grabbing onto your hand to drag you back into the sandbox. 

The two of you return to making your sandcastle and it’s only a mere two minutes later does your friend speak up.“Am I actually your boyfriend now?” he asks suddenly and you whip your head towards him.

“Well I hugged you so yeah.” you roll your eyes at him and his soft little laugh makes your tiny heart jump.

Within the next week you two forget you’re “boyfriend-and-girlfriend” and go back to being the best friends you’ve always been, playing in the sandbox after school, watching cartoons at your house, and never missing a single dinner together while your parents listen to the two of you talk your little heads off.

For the record, there wasn’t much of a difference in your so-called relationship and your friendship in the first place when you were just six years old.

 At thirteen years old, your best friend confesses he likes you.

“Okay I know this is weird because, I should see you as like, a sister or something, I don’t know!” Seonghwa rants, pacing back and forth in your bedroom as you watch him frantically explain the way he feels about you.

“You know what I mean though? You’re like, practically family to me! Right? Right...” you figure he’s talking more to himself than to you as he asks himself questions that he’s quick to answer to. “Like you’re probably gonna think I’m weird or something, but you are my best friend and I don’t want it to be weird-”

“Seonghwa for the love of god can you just get to your point.” you interrupt impatiently.

“I like you okay?” he says quietly, avoiding all eye contact with you. 

His heart is beating so fast he feels like it’s actually going to rip right through his chest. He’s never been nervous around you ever. You’re his best friend, and you have been since you were 5 years old, and he doesn’t know why he suddenly feels like you’re the only girl he wants in his life. 

When he hears you laughing at him his heart drops to his stomach and he braces himself for the upcoming rejection.

“Can you come sit next to me.” you ask, gesturing to the empty spot on your bed. 

Seonghwa complies, yet his anxiety is rising by the second. He has never been so nervous in all the thirteen years he’s been alive. He almost wants to vomit as his stomach churns at the thought of you telling him you didn’t feel the same way.

“You’re rejecting me aren’t you...” he sighs, plopping down onto the spot next to you.

You shake your head with a smile. “No idiot, I like you too. Obviously.” you roll your eyes at him.

“Wait, what? Seriously??” he almost goes into shock. “Are you joking?”

“I mean, I thought it was pretty obvious.” you shrug. “I was throwing subtle signs at you for the longest time.”

“Like what?!” 

“Like the time I kept pestering you to take me to the Valentine’s Day dance, and when I made you hold my hand during that scary movie when you know I never get scared of horror films. Oh, and the time you kept badgering me about why I rejected Hongjoong for no good reason. I kept telling you that you were the only guy I needed in my life and you were too oblivious to realize I didn’t mean it in the friend way anymore.” you chuckle.

“Oh... Oh,” Seonghwa realizes. “I really am oblivious then.”

“It’s okay, I already knew you liked me back anyways.” you smirk at him, grabbing your remote off the bedside table.

You flip the TV on as you feel Seonghwa’s heavy gaze on you. “So does this mean you’re my girlfriend?” he asks you and you pause.

“I mean technically we never broke up when we were six so you’re basically just re-asking me out.” you tease, pulling the blankets on both your bodies as you settle on a show to watch.

“Oh god, you still remember that?” 

Of course you do. 

“Obviously, how could I forget you screaming to the entire park that I had cooties.” 

He laughs at that and you can’t help but smile widely hearing him. You both lay comfortably next to one another, watching intently at the show in front of you, yet both your minds were racing at the fact that officially, you could say you were boyfriend and girlfriend. 

“So when did you start liking me?” he asks you. 

“Honestly, I think I always did.” you answer truthfully. “But, like actually realizing my feelings for you?” you pause for a moment to think. “I think it was when you got really sick that one time and your parents were away for a business trip, and my mom made me drop off soup to your house. And I was only supposed to drop off the soup but I took care of you because even when you were all snotty and gross and barely awake to hang out with me, I kinda just realized I’d rather spend my time with you doing that than anywhere else.”

His eyes soften at you. “Aww.”

“Buuut then before that, there was also that time that Ashley told you she liked you and I got super jealous and I was actually going to shove her into a brick wall, so ...I kinda just figured...” you add.

“Way to ruin a sappy moment, moron.” Seonghwa playfully shoves you and you laugh. 

You cuddle up next to him returning your attention back to the show in front of you. Only a few minutes pass before Seonghwa speaks up again, and his question catches you off guard.

“What if we break up... like eventually?” 

You think about it for a second. “Then we go back to being best friends.”

“That easy?”

“That easy.” you nod. 

“For the record though, I don’t ever want there to be a time where I don’t like you. I hope there isn’t.” he says.

“I hope there isn’t either.” you assure, and just like that, you two go back to watching tv.

You’ve always had a soft spot for Seonghwa so it never came as a surprise to you, or anybody for that matter when you figured out you had a little crush on your best friend. 

In a hypothetical situation, if somewhere along the way your feelings ever started to fade, you still couldn’t picture a life where he wasn’t right beside you no matter what. He was your person, and he has been since you two were five. There was nobody in this world that could replace the bond you had with him.

Even at the age of thirteen, you knew you wanted Seonghwa to be there for the rest of your life.

At the age of fourteen and a half, you and Seonghwa have your first ever fight where he conveniently declares that he loves you for the first time. 

seonghwa <3; received 4:24 pm

y/n can u not be like this and talk to me :( 

plsssssss

i’m sorry

can u let me come over and talk to u

Your phone continues to buzz as you stare at it beside you, rolling your eyes at his insistent messaging.

You try your best to ignore it but the continuous beeping irritates you to no end.

you; delivered 4:26 pm

no

i’m mad at u.

seonghwa <3; received 4:26 pm

:(

you; delivered 4:27 pm

can u like do smth with ur life instead of bothering me

seonghwa <3; received 4:27 pm

ouch.

Okay, you admit. That one was a low blow and for a second you almost feel bad until you’re reminded of the fact that you were still royally pissed at him.

you; delivered 4:28 pm

ur actually annoying

seonghwa <3; received 4:28 pm

ya ik i am

but yk what i’m not

someone who is going to do nothing about their gf being mad at them

so open ur window bc im climbing up so i can apologize

stop being a meanie and let me say sorry

Despite how mad you still are, your heart can’t help but skip a beat reading his messages. No matter how hard you wanted to stay angry at him and tell him to go away, you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist him even if you tried. Seonghwa was charming like that, always managing to sweet talk you in every way. 

You crack open your window and see his tuft of black hair climbing up your ladder. As he hops into your bedroom you fold your arms across your chest, not daring to say a word to him until he speaks first.

“Look, I’m sorry for being an ass earlier.” Seonghwa apologizes, and all you do is look at him. He sighs before continuing. “I was just having a bad day and took it out on you and I shouldn’t have blown up on you during class. I get it. Dick move.”

“But then you had to go and talk to Ashley about it?” you added. “That was like the worst part of it! Do you trust her more than me or something?”

“What? No! Of course not!” he panics. 

“You, and everyone else and their mother knows she’s like obsessed with you!” you shout in frustration. “She’s liked you for so long, do you know how stupid you made me look running off to her knowing how she feels about you?!”

“That wasn’t my intention-”

“Were you trying to make me mad?”

“No, y/n.”

“Did you do it to make me jealous?”

“No!”

“So why Seonghwa, did you have to go and vent to her after you yelled at me in front of everyone when all I did was try to help?”

“I don’t know, okay!”

“I just don’t understand why me of all people you had to take it out on. When all i’ve literally done for you for like the last ten freaking years of us being friends was listen to you when you had a bad day or try to cheer you up when you were down! Never once when I was feeling crappy did I take that out on you. Never.” you explain with a heavy sigh. 

“I’m sorry.” he doesn’t know what else to say because he knows he’s in the wrong. 

“Do you like her or something?” your voice is quiet and the hurt is evident. “Cause if you do just tell me.”

Seonghwa is quick to shut you down as he pulls you into his arms.

“No, no, no. Y/n, I don’t like her. I don’t. Please believe me.” he begs. “Look, I don’t know why I went to her when I should’ve gone to you. I couldn’t even begin to explain what was going through my head at that point because I don’t know. But I love you, okay? I would never, ever like Ashley.”

Your eyes widen and you pull away from him. “W-what did you just say?”

“I... um...” Seonghwa starts to fumble over his words because he didn’t exactly intend to tell you, but it sort of just came out and now he’s starting to panic.

“Do you mean it?” you ask.

He just nods, a little embarrassed at his sudden declaration.

“I love you too.” you say softly, and he relaxes.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

"I’m really sorry, y/n.” he pulls you close to him, burying his face into your hair as he hugs you tightly.

“I’m sorry too.” you murmur against him.

“I hate fighting with you.” he mumbles.

“Me too.”

“I promise I’ll never take my anger out on you again. And I’ll never talk to Ashley again. And I’ll literally do whatever you want me to if it means you won’t stay mad at me because I don’t like it when you’re mad at me, and I hate making you sad.” he rambles and you let out a small chuckle.

“Just come lay down and watch Friends with me.”

“Okay.”

And you ultimately forget that you’re mad at Seonghwa because you decide that you can’t really stay mad at him after he tells you that he loves you. And although all is forgiven, he still decides to grovel for the next week as a reassurance that he really meant his apology.

So at fourteen years old, you have your first, and last fight with him.

At the age of sixteen, you celebrate your three year anniversary with Seonghwa, and decide you were ready to lose your virginity to him.

“Okay I know you said that the expensive dinner date was enough of a present for you, but you know me and always overdoing it....” he says behind you as you hear the crinkling of a bag behind you.

“Seonghwa...”

“Trust me, babe. You’re gonna love it.” he assures as he walks over to you.

Your eyes instantly fall onto the small red velvet box in his hands and your mouth falls open.

“This was expensive wasn’t it?” you pry and he shrugs.

“Maybe, but I was saving up for it for a while now.” he responds, sitting next to you as he hands you the box.

“I always feel bad every time you spend money on me.” you sigh as your fingers smooth over the velvet.

“I know but it was worth it, trust me. Open it.” Seonghwa urges.

You pull apart the bow and lift up the lid, your eyes widening in awe at the shiny ring placed inside. You lift it out gently noticing the small engraving on the inner part of the band, with both your initials and a small ‘i love you 4ever’ written underneath.

“Oh my god,” you utter. “I love it.” you place the ring on your finger.

“Good because I have a matching one too.” your boyfriend grins at you as he pulls out another box lined with a silver band with that very same engraving. 

You pull him in for a hug as he wraps his arms around you instinctively and all you can feel right now is an overload of gratitude for him. 

“I actually love you so much.” you say, pulling his face towards you to press soft kisses all over his face.

“Yeah, I know I’m the best,” Seongwha chuckles. “But I love you too baby.”

Your lips mould together perfectly, the kiss slow and soft at first. His hands wrap around your waist and your mouth moves gently against his. But soon enough you’re clinging to him and his body is pressed against yours, the kiss growing more needy and intense.

You knew when things started to get heavy he would stop the both of you from going further, never wanting to push you to discomfort. The furthest you had gone with one another was only third base, but it never went further than that and Seonghwa always left that decision up to you if you wanted to take it there.

You figure if you don’t speak up now, he was going to cut this short, so it’s only then at this very moment do you decide you wanted him to be your first.

“Do you want to have sex?” you blurt out suddenly and you swear you’ve never seen your boyfriend’s eyes go so wide before. 

He opens his mouth to speak but he can’t seem to find the right words to say. “I- um, wait, are you being for real?” he stutters. “I mean, I do want to, but, are you sure you want to?” he asks, still in disbelief from your question.

“Shit, sorry I know that was really sudden to ask, but I do want to.” you assure. “But only if you want to.”

“Of course I want to.” his eyes soften, and his hand finds yours in an instant delivering a comforting squeeze.

“Okay so come here and kiss me again please.” you say quietly.

And just like that, Seongwha’s soft lips land on yours once more. Without breaking apart he gently guides you to the head of his bed, laying you down underneath him as your bodies press up against each other.

You swear you can kiss Seongwha for hours and never grow tired of the feeling. You get drunk off his kisses, unable to think of anything else but him. It’s dizzying really, but you love it. You find that off all the things you love about him its his lips, and how impossibly soft they are and how familiar they feel against your own. How much comfort it would bring you, and how all you had to when you had a bad day was just kiss your boyfriend for however long he let you.

It felt like home.

His lips trailed lower to your neck, littering soft pecks across your skin. Quiet noises escape your lips and Seongwha can’t help but grind against your lower half. His hands travel across your body and the ache between your legs grows by the second, and the only thing you can think of is how much you love him, and need him.

Your mind kind of blurs because the next second you find yourself both naked and he’s fiddling in his drawer to find what you assumed to be a condom. He notices your curious stare as he opens his mouth to speak. “M-my dad told me to keep these in here,” Seongwha stutters. “He said to be prepared in case the time comes, and well, here’s the time I guess.” he laughs lightheartedly and the very sound makes your heart swell. 

“Nice call on Papa Park I guess,” you joke and Seongwha chuckles.

He climbs over you and delivers another peck to your swollen lips. “Okay, no more mention of my dad please when I’m about to put my penis in you.”

“Sorry, sorry.” you chuckle nervously as your boyfriend pulls you in for another kiss. 

"Okay, if it hurts tell me to stop and I will, alright?” his eyes stare deeply into your own.

You nod at him with a small smile, admiring what little of his face you could see in the darkness of his room. “I will, don’t worry.”

“Okay.” he sighs, positioning himself in front of you. “I love you.” he whispers against your lips. 

“I love you more, baby.” you say to him before you feel him push himself inside you. You gasp at the feeling and he stills in his spot to let you adjust. 

And once you signal that it’s okay for him to move, he does at a slow pace, and you gasp at the intense pleasure. Even though the pain has subsided his thrusts are still slow and controlled, and you don’t know if it’s because he’s afraid to hurt you, or if he just wants to revel in the feeling of you around him. Either way your heart fills with love for this one boy. 

“I love you so much, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you  know that?” he whispers in your ear and your eyes shut at his words and the newfound feeling you would grow to love. “and thank you for trusting me right now...” his breathing grows heavy. “because I would do anything for you, and I just want you to know that, okay?”

You almost feel like you could cry because above all the pleasure that you’re experiencing right now, his words feel different, more intimate, and all the more meaningful to you. 

And you believe every word he says because you know he truly means it.

“I would do anything for you too.” you repeat his words back to him and he buries his face into your neck as he continues to thrust into you. 

So at sixteen years old, you have your first time with the love of your life. And you tell yourself that no matter what happens between the both of you, you were never going to regret giving that part of yourself to him. 

At the age of eighteen years old, you do the unthinkable.

You decide after a long and heavy conversation, you two were going to break up. You were both set to leave town to pursue your studies at your dream schools, and you felt that parting ways at this point was the better option.

While you two could figure out a way to make things work while half way across the world from each other, you had to take into account all the factors that would drive you two apart. The time difference, the long distance, the fact that you were inevitably going to meet new people, and that you simply did not want to hold each other back from experiencing a life without one another. 

Because all you’ve known almost your entire life was being with Seonghwa, and him with you. You knew it was only fair to give each other the chance to explore something new, and now was that time.

It wasn’t an easy decision by any means, and although it was an amicable split, you’ve never felt the pain of a broken heart before. It hurt really bad.

Your friends and family decide to throw you both one last goodbye party, wanting to celebrate this special milestone with you. And of course there was no way you and Seonghwa could pass up the last good night you two would have together as a couple.

The party was fun at first. The dancing, the singing, the laughing, and the endless exchange of pictures as you guys shared the last few memories you would have as high school graduates. 

But as the night started to creep in, you both realized that in less than 24 hours, you two would no longer be attached to one another like you had been for the last thirteen years. And after five years as a couple, you still couldn’t believe that your relationship would come to an end, just like that.

You hear the faint music in the background of your house, as you and Seonghwa sit in your backyard, gazing up at the stars.

“This fucking sucks.” Seonghwa sighs, resting his head on your shoulder as you lean your head on top of his. 

“I know.” your throat burns, suppressing the urge to cry. 

“I just didn’t expect this day to come. I never thought we would actually break up with each other.” he admits, and you nod your head in agreement. 

You grab onto his hand rubbing comforting circles onto his skin, and you feel Seonghwa’s body start to shake next to you. You don’t want to look at him because you know if you see him cry, you’ll cry too.

You close your eyes trying to control your heavy breathing and the quivering of your lips. Your eyes are watering but you refuse to let your tears slip, and your heart hurts like it’s never hurt before, and you don’t know if the pain will ever go away.

“Seonghwa I really love you.” your voice breaks and you finally let the tears fall.

“I know, baby.” the pet name has always affected you, but now more than ever it tugs at your heart strings in a bittersweet way. “I really, really love you too. Always.”

“You know you’re the love of my life right? You’re always going to be.” you state and he delivers a squeeze to your hand in acknowledgement.

“And you’ll always be mine.” he answers back. “You’re my best friend in the whole world and the last five years with you as my girlfriend will forever be the greatest five years of my life. I will always stand by the fact that you are the best thing to ever happen to me.”

As you stare at one another with teary eyes, he knows you’re saying the same exact words to him. He doesn’t need to hear you say it, nor does he expect you to. Your eyes say more than enough to him.

You look down at the rose gold band around your finger and you realize how long you’ve kept it on, never once taking it off since that day Seonghwa gave it to you. “Do you want your ring back?” you utter, your eyes watering once more.

Seonghwa shakes his head. “Please keep it. Because I still mean it. And I always will. I’m gonna love you forever, y/n. Even if you decide to take it off, if that’s the last reminder you have of how much I love you, then please keep it.”

Your heart is hurting, and the tears seem never ending as they continue to fall down your cheeks. “I don’t want to leave you Seonghwa.” a sob escapes from your lips, and Seonghwa squeezes your hand again.

“I know, baby but you have to. You’re going to the school you’ve dreamed of going to since you were in the fourth grade. You’re going to accomplish so much and a build a great life for yourself, y/n. And even though I won’t be physically with you, I’m always going to support you every step of the way.” he assures.

You knew in a perfect world you two didn’t have to break up. But long distance was a bitch, and you moving across the world was never going to be easy on him. You couldn’t force each other to wait for the other. Not when the both of you had to start a whole new life separately. You had to let each other go.

You turn to face him, your teary eyes staring into his own. “I’ll always support you too, okay? No matter what. I want you to make the most of your time in Seoul, study hard, surround yourself with good people and have the most fun you’ve ever had. You’re gonna make so many friends and pursue the career you’ve always wanted and experience new things that you’ve never done before. And most of all, you’re going to meet a girl and love her just as much as you loved me. And you’re gonna fall in love all over again, and just be happy. Just promise me that you will make the most of your time over there and live your life to the fullest. Don’t look back, don’t wait for me. Just live until I get to see you again.” your voice breaks. “And if somehow we find our way back to one another, then just know everything we did up to that point was worth it.”

Seonghwa lets out a sob and nods. “I promise.” his voice breaks and you pull him in for your last goodbye kiss.

At nineteen, you visit your hometown for Christmas, which was the first time you’d be back in a year and a half. 

Having missed out on the chance to visit last year with your busy schedule, you made sure not to pass up the chance to see your family and friends. The more you grew accustomed to your new home you managed to find a good balance between school, work, and your personal life, so you found that this year was finally a good time to return back for a visit.

And there was no better time to come home than for Christmas day.

“Yeah, just landed at our layover and waiting for the next flight.” you say to your mother over Facetime.

“That’s great honey, I’m so excited to see you.” she smiles at you and you return the gesture. 

“I missed you mom.” you say.

“And I missed you even more.” 

You two continue conversing amongst one another, as she filled you in on all things you missed while you were gone before a voice interrupts your conversation.

“Hey babe, here.” Juyeon says, handing you a coffee as he presses a small kiss to your forehead.

“Oh thank you.” you murmur with a small smile as your boyfriend sits down next to you.

“Oh hey miss y/l/n!” Juyeon greets seeing your mom’s face plastered on your screen.

“Juyeon!” she squeals excitedly. “I can’t wait to finally meet you in person instead of over video chat. It was about damn time.” she states and you and your boyfriend chuckle. You hand him your phone allowing them to talk with one another and you smile fondly at the newfound bond between Juyeon and your mother.

“I know, I can’t wait to meet all of you guys too! I know y/n’s been really excited, it was all she could talk about for the last three weeks.” he teases. “And she says you make really good pie so i am definitely looking forward to that.”

“That is such an understatement, I make the best pie.” she scoffs. “And I made one specifically for you.” your mother beams.

After a few minutes of playful banter exchanged, Juyeon hands your phone back to you. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom before we board, I’ll be back.” he excuses himself and you nod in acknowledgement. 

“Oh y/n, I just thought I should mention Seonghwa and his family are coming over for Christmas dinner as well.” your mom says and the sheer mention of his name as your heart beating in your chest.

“Oh he’s back in town too?” you ask casually and she nods.

“Yup, he’s also bringing his girlfriend.” she adds.

“That’s great, I’m really happy for him.” you say with a smile.

And you meant it, truly. 

You knew of his girlfriend from the few photos he posted of her on instagram, and he seemed genuinely happy. Aside from his newfound love, he was clearly enjoying his time in Seoul like you had hoped, and it was everything you wished for him. 

You two hadn’t really spoken over the last year, and it wasn’t really on purpose, you two just kind of drifted, as expected. You two were starting fresh in an unfamiliar place, and you both were finding your way around your new homes. You two were also preoccupied with school, and meeting new people so it was sort of inevitably really that you two grew apart. Of course there were the few times you two would chat, but it never lasted long due to time differences and busy schedules. 

Although you missed him immensely, you were beyond happy for the life he started for himself, and you knew he was happy for you too. He did exactly what he promised you the last night you spent together, and that was enough to make you happy.

“Flight 219 now boarding.” the announcer calls and Juyeon meets you right on time.

“Okay mom, that’s us. I’ll see you in a few hours, bye, love you.” you bid your farewell before hanging up, and Juyeon grabs your hand leading you to the gate.

“Ready to go home?” he smiles at you, and you beam excitedly, nodding your head.

As the days pass leading up to Christmas, you spend all of your of time with your family and friends, using every second to catch up with your loved ones. You find that Juyeon is adapting well to your home life, bonding with your father and making your mother love him even more than she already did. You introduce him to your childhood friends and he instantly wins over Mingi, Hongjoong, Yunho and Jennie. You admire how much of an effort he put into forming a friendship with them because he knew how much it meant to you.

You were thankful really, to find a guy who was almost perfect for you.

But still, in the back of your mind, even though you loved Juyeon beyond belief, you knew Seonghwa would always have that special place in your heart.

On the day of Christmas, you and Juyeon set the table as you await the Park’s arrival. You were slightly nervous, obviously, given the fact that you had not seen Seonghwa in over a year and you would be meeting his girlfriend. Although you were happy for him, you still felt anxious to see him and her, and you could only hope that she was good for him, because he deserved that much. 

Only a few moments later do you hear a knock at your door and your mother walks over to greet your longtime neighbours. Juyeon stands next to you as he wraps an arm around your waist comfortingly and you relax against him. 

You see Mrs. Park first as she walks inside, giving your mother a friendly hug. Mr. Park follows suit as he greets your mother and your father with a wide smile on his face.

And then you see him.

His hair is slightly darker and he does look a little older. But other than that his face is so familiar to you and your heart beats wildly in your chest as the two of you make eye contact. His face softens when he sees you and you deliver a small wave to him as he smiles. His girlfriend trails behind him and you take notice of how beautiful she was. You smile at her too and she returns the gesture and your heart kind of warms seeing how shy she is because you always kind of knew Seonghwa would pick someone similar to him.

“Oh my y/n, how long has it been!” Mrs. Park calls towards you and you hug her tightly. 

“I missed you!” you say to her and her arms wrap tighter around you.

“I missed you too, darling. And you look even more beautiful than the last time I saw you!” she compliments. “And who is this handsome man?”

“This is Juyeon, he’s my boyfriend.” you smile, and Juyeon shakes her hand.

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Park. Y/n’s talked a lot about your family.” he says politely.

“Y/n’s picked a good one, I see.” she winks playfully as you notice Seonghwa and his girlfriend make their way towards you two.

“Hey y/n, long time no see.” Seonghwa says and you almost melt at the sound of his voice. He pulls you in for a hug and you notice how he still wears the same cologne that you had bought him all those years ago.

“Yeah, it’s good to see you again.” you smile at him, and although it had been well over a year since you two last saw each other, there was no hint of awkwardness, just nostalgia.

“Oh, this is Juyeon.” you introduce and Seonghwa delivers a warm smile to your boyfriend, shaking his hand respectfully.

“Nice to meet you.” Juyeon smiles.

“It’s nice to meet you too, I’m Seonghwa. Y/n’s... childhood friend.” he decides to say.

“I know she’s mentioned you a lot in her stories.” your boyfriend acknowledges. “From all the things she told me you were one of the people I was looking forward to meet the most. You seemed really great to her.”

“I could only hope so. She was my best friend after all.” Seonghwa glances at you, and you know there’s a deeper meaning behind his words. “And you seem like a really great guy, so I’m glad she has good people in her life.” Seonghwa returns and you find it heartwarming how well their exchange is going.

You look at the girl beside your ex and she’s staring at you with gentle, curious eyes. “Hi, I’m y/n.” you smile at her, extending your hand out for her to shake.

“Rosé,” she beams at you and you don’t even really know her but there was something about her that assured you she was good fit for Seonghwa. “I heard a lot about you as well, Hwa’s always talking about his life back home so I’m really glad I got to meet his best friend. You were really special to him.”

You smile softly. “I’m glad I got to meet you too.” you say.

“Okay, time for dinner everyone!” your father announces and you all take a seat at the table, passing over plates of food and catching up with one another.

“So Seonghwa, how’s Seoul treating you?” your mother asks as everyone turns their attention towards him.

“Uh really good actually,” he responds. “I joined a band actually! Uh, I became friends with these really nice guys. San and Yeosang. They basically recruited me after they found out I could sing and now we play at this local bar every week on Friday’s and Saturday’s. It was really good for me, I think. It helped with my stress and stuff. And that’s actually where I met Rosé.”

“That’s amazing.” your mother comments with a warm smile.

“Yeah he was really shy at first but San kind of forced him to talk to me which I was really thankful for because I was eyeing him for a while and was too shy myself to approach him.” Rosé says. “I still remember the night he asked for my number and he was stumbling over his words and I swear he looked like he was going to pass out.” she chuckles, and everyone at the table laughs along with her.

“Oh my god I know what you mean, he also cracks his fingers a lot and starts to turn really purple when he’s nervous.” you add and Rosé points at you nodding in agreement.

“Yes! I notice that all the time!” she laughs, and you can’t help but laugh with her.

“Trust me, I have the most embarrassing stories of him when we were kids.” you say.

“Oh god, you have to tell me all of them.” Rosé giggles.

“Obviously, we have the whole night for that.” you wink at her, and you realize how easy and natural it was to talk to her, and that confirmed that you indeed really liked her. 

Seonghwa watches the exchange between you both, and as you two make eye contact with each other, a small smile appears on his face as you nod at him, silently approving of the girl he chose to bring home for this special day. His heart grows full seeing how well the two of you got along, and he’s forever grateful at how amazing of a person you were that you were so willingly to form a friendship with his new girlfriend.

Although he loved Rosé dearly, there was still a piece of his heart where he’d always love you. And that piece grows a little more when he realizes how you continue to support him, even through this unconventional situation. 

Seonghwa decides he’s going to do the same for you, because just like you were happy for him, he was happy for you too. 

Of course he was glad you found someone who could put a smile on your face like he once did, and he knows that for you to have willingly dated Juyeon, he had to have been just as great as you were. You always had the best judgement of people.

“So Juyeon, how’d you and y/n meet?” Seonghwa asks genuinely and he notices the way his face lights up at the mention of your name.

“We had a lot of mutual friends and they introduced us. It’s funny actually, I could tell y/n didn’t even really like me that much at first, she was always so disinterested when I would try and talk to her.” Juyeon laughs.

“Probably stressing too much about trivial things.” Seonghwa chuckles.

“Yeah she does that a lot, so overly anxious all the time” Juyeon notes, and Seonghwa agrees. 

“Hey,” you interrupt and Juyeon apologizes.

“Sorry babe,” he chuckles. "but yeah, I finally sweet talked my way to get her to go out on a coffee date with me and then the next day she asked to go out for lunch after our lecture. We kind of just ended up hanging out more often and well, the rest is history I guess.”

“That’s great, I’m really glad she found someone that makes her happy.” Seonghwa smiles, and you feel a sense of gratitude towards him.

The rest of the night your families converse with one another and share a few drinks, as you and Seonghwa share old stories with Juyeon and Rosé. If you told yourself three years ago that you would be sitting by the fireplace on Christmas day with you and Seonghwa as exes exchanging stories with your new lovers, you would’ve never believed it. 

But you don’t think it’s a bad thing at all. In fact you’re immensely grateful that despite not being as close to Seonghwa anymore, you were able to see each other grow and adapt with your new lives. A life where you made new friends and made new memories. Where you tried things you’ve never tried before, and explored new places. And where you could love other people and still be so insanely happy for one another. 

This was a good thing.

At one point during the night the two of you find yourselves alone, a comfortable silence filling the room as you stared at the fire in front of you, basking in its warmth.

“I missed you.” Seonghwa is the first to break the silence.

“I missed you too.” you return. “And I’m really happy for you, you know?” 

“I’m really happy for you too, y/n.” Seonghwa smiles at you. “And I really like Juyeon. He seems really great, and he makes you happy, I can see it. That’s all I ever wanted for you.”

You hum in acknowledgement. “And I think Rosé is amazing. She’s perfect for you. And I’m forever grateful that you two have each other. I know we’ve drifted over the last year, but you’re still my best friend in the whole world. And even though I don’t say it often, or even out loud, I’m supporting you through everything. As long as it makes you happy that’s all I care about.”

His heart warms at your statement and he locks eyes with you. “And you know I’m always supporting you too. Seeing you happy and thriving is the best thing that’s ever happened to you. It’s all I want for you.” he states.

Neither of you have to say it, but you know this is your unspoken way of saying that you both still loved each other greatly. You still stood by the fact that Seonghwa was, and always would be the most important person in your life, and you in his. Seeing one another content and happy despite not having each other around anymore, was the one thing that mattered to you both. The maturity and support you continued to show was only because of the immense love you have, and have always had for one another. 

The kind of love that lets you give up the person you love the most so they can have a better life without you. 

And the kind of love that’s okay with it.

At twenty-one years old, you and Seonghwa meet again.

It’s during one of your breaks where you find yourself extremely homesick. You don’t even give your family a heads up until you’re outside your childhood home knocking at your door.

It was an impulsive decision but it’s not like you were currently in school. You had the time and the money, and you missed your hometown so incredibly bad that it only took you one second to make that decision to come back.

“Coming, one second!” you hear a male voice call behind the door and your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Well, that’s is definitely not my mom, or dad.” you say to yourself. “Did they move out without telling me or something-” your internal conversation is cut short as the door swings open and you’re greeted by an unexpected figure.

“Y/n?” the boy says in surprise.

“Seonghwa??” you say even more confused. 

“Who’s at the door Seonghwa?” now that’s your mother’s voice you hear and she gasps as she walks over to the door. “Y/n! Oh my god why didn’t you tell me you were coming back?!” she pulls you into her arms.

“Surprise.” you chuckle. “I kind of sort of felt really homesick and impulsively bought a plane ticket last night so I could fly back so... here I am.”

“Well come settle in! Seonghwa was just helping with some renovations in the house but I’ll let you two catch up.” your mother grabs your luggage, carrying it up to your bedroom. “Go grab a coffee or something!” she yells upstairs.

You look over to Seonghwa and he shrugs. “Let’s go then.” he smiles and your heart swells.

The two of you walk comfortably beside one another as you take in the scenery around you, missing the familiar place you once called home. 

“I didn’t know you were back in town too.” you say after a few moments of silence.

“Yeah, it was pretty impulsive too actually.” he admits as he looks at you. 

“What was your reason?” you ask curiously.

“Break up.” he states and your mouth falls open.

“Wait, you and Rosé...” 

He nods. “Yeah, things just kinda, fizzled out. You know, we grew apart, wanted different things, came to a point where we were in different stages in our life.”

“Oh wow.” is all you say. “I’m sorry to hear, she was really sweet. I really liked her.”

“Yeah, she was,” Seonghwa sighs. “I mean, we ended on good terms. We’re still friends, actually. I don’t even think I’m necessarily sad about it to be honest, it’s just different, you know? Like I know we weren’t even dating for that long, like two and a half years at most. But I just got so used to being around her and spending so much time with her, and then things just weren’t really the same after a while. It just felt odd not having someone. And being alone made me miss everything I had here so I came back.”

You nod your head in understanding. “Yeah, I totally get what you mean.”

Seonghwa raises his eyebrow at you. “You mean... you and Juyeon too?”

“Mhm,” you hum. “I think for us we just realized we were better off as friends than as a couple, you know? Like after a while the attraction kind of went away and we were only really together because it was comfortable. And we didn’t want to stay together if we weren’t in love anymore, it wouldn’t have made sense. The break up was easy and it felt right when we ended things, I kind of wish it happened sooner but, I was still thankful for the time we spent together. He is still one of my best friends so I’m grateful for that at least.”

“That’s good.” he smiles softly. 

“Hey at least we both can confidently say we have a track record of smooth break ups, right?” you joke lightheartedly.

“Thank god for that.” Seonghwa says with a laugh.

When you two enter the coffee shop you’re once again hit with a feeling of nostalgia as you think of all the times you, Seonghwa, and your friends would spend most days after school, drinking hot chocolate and eating pastries together as you all talked for hours and hours.

“I’ll get our usuals, you can wait by our spot.” Seonghwa offers, and you nod making your way towards your designated table. 

The moment you sit down you’re hit with a wave of flashbacks you shared in this very space, and a small smile creeps onto your face as you look back on all the old memories. 

After your brief moment of reminiscing, Seongwha sits across from you handing over your cup. 

“Sometimes you don’t realize how much you miss home until you’re actually back in all the places you grew up in,” you note as you take notice of the small engraving in the corner of the table marked with yours and all your friends’ initials. Your fingers ghost over the mark and when you look up at Seongwha you see that he’s also eyeing the engraving. 

“I remember when we put that there,” he recalls with a smile. “After five years of coming here and sitting at this same exact table with our friends we claimed our ownership by putting that stupid engraving that took us forever to do. As if that stopped people from sitting here anyways.” you both chuckled.

“Well at least Jennie and Hongjoong were brave enough to kick out the people who stole our spot.” you laugh.

“Yeah,” Seonghwa smiles fondly at the memory. “I still remember the days where Mingi and Yunho would bet the barista on how many butter croissants they could eat in one sitting so we could all get a supply of free hot chocolate for a year.”

“And it was only after Mingi threw up everywhere that it turned out all we had to do was ask her, and she would’ve done it anyways because we were regulars here.” you finish with a soft chuckle.

A comfortable silence fills the air as you two reminisce on the old memories of your teenage years.

“Can I ask you something?” Seonghwa says.

“Of course.”

“When you finish university,” he starts. “What are you gonna do afterwards? Like do you plan on living abroad permanently? Or are you gonna come back home?”

You pause for a second. “Honestly, after the first year there, I fell in love with the city. And I truly was planning on starting my life there and making that my permanent home, ‘cause I had Juyeon, and I had my new friends, I had jobs lined up for me after graduation, and just an overall great home.” you say. “But after splitting up with him, and sitting with the fact that I was constantly homesick, I kinda realized that this is my home, you know? Like, no matter how much I loved my new friends, and loved the city, it would never be as special to me as here. Nothing over there compared to everything I have here. And I knew you were gonna come back from Seoul after graduation, and Jennie and Yunho were gonna come back from New Zealand too. And Mingi and Hongjoong, and the rest of them were all still here... I didn’t want to be the only one gone. All my real friends are here, my family’s here... you’re here. I didn’t want to leave that all behind.” you exclaim and Seonghwa’s face softens.

“I’m really glad honestly.” he responds. “Because I missed you a lot. And it would’ve really sucked to know you weren’t gonna be here anymore when I moved back. I just really miss spending time with my best friend.”

Your heart skips a beat. “Well, you have the next two weeks to do that.” you smile up at him.

“I have an idea.” his eyes light up and you raise an eyebrow at him. “Do you wanna have a sleepover tonight? We can have a move night and order take out like the good old times.” he grins at you.

“You had me at sleepover.” you say with a smile and so he grabs your hand, pulling you towards the exit.

When Seonghwa lets you into his house you almost forget the fact that you haven’t been inside in almost three whole years. This was practically your second home and you found comfort in the fact that nothing really changed since you last saw it. Everything looked almost exactly how you remembered it, minus the new couch and dining table, and a few new paintings hung up on the walls.

“Your mom didn’t change much over the last few years.” you observe.

“Yeah, she was going to do a whole renovation like your mom, and she even planned a whole design out, but she opted out last minute. She said she wanted me to come back home to something I remembered.” Seonghwa answers. “I didn’t get why at first but it only started making sense to me the more I started visiting and realized this was like my safety net.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.” you say.

You and Seonghwa walk upstairs to his bedroom, and of course nothing changed inside either. It almost seemed like it had been untouched aside from the fresh bedsheets and clean floor. You notice the small picture frames neatly placed across his dresser table and you realize most of them are pictures with you. You pick one frame up as you remember the day so clearly. A faint smile forms on your face as your fingers ghost over the photo.

“I asked my mom to put those up again recently.” Seonghwa states from behind you. “I was gonna put more with our friends but I realized we didn’t take many with them. They were mostly just of us two. I hope you don’t think it’s weird.”

You shake your head. “No, of course not. I would never think it’s weird.” you say, placing the frame back onto his dresser.

Seonghwa tosses you one of his shirts and a pair of your old shorts that you always left at his house during your impromptu sleepovers. And suddenly you’re once again hit with a wave of nostalgia. 

“What do you wanna do?” he asks and you flop onto his bed with a deep exhale.

“Let’s just lay here for a second.” you say pulling him down next to you. “I just wanna remember everything that I missed while I was gone.” 

Seonghwa settles beside you and you can’t help your racing heart as he inches closer to you. As you lay next to one another looking up at the ceiling, your breathing relaxes and you revel in the feeling of just being so comfortable and at so at home. 

“You don’t know how much I missed this,” Seonghwa whispers next to you. “even though we haven’t seen each other in years and we don’t talk as much anymore, when I’m with you it’s like we never even left each other. Like we just pick up right where we left off. You’re the one person who’s always brought me comfort and I never feel like we have to force things with each other, no matter how much we drifted.”

You feel heat rise to your cheeks and suddenly the room feels so much warmer. Your heart beats fast and you realize how much of an effect Seonghwa still has on you after all these years.

“I think about you everyday, you know that?” you confess, turning your head to look at him. “Every time I’m out somewhere there will always be little things that remind me of you. And I think about all the places in the city I would take you, and the places I know you would love. I think about all the things you would tell me when I was feeling down, and how you would react to certain situations as if you were right there beside me the whole time. I miss you all the time.”

You both stare at one another and your eyes flicker back and forth to his lips and when you look into his own eyes you notice him doing the same. After a moment of just staring into each other’s eyes, unsure of what to do next, Seonghwa pulls you towards his face and kisses you, and the feeling absolutely overwhelms you in all the good ways.

It’s far from soft and sweet, instead heavy and messy, and so intense that your chest burns with desire. You don’t dare pull away from him even when you needed to catch your breath, because the feeling of his lips on yours after all these years intoxicates you and has you yearning for more. He’s pulling you closer to him and you feel like your body is on fire. 

Seonghwa rolls on top of you and your bodies mould perfectly with one another, as if you were both the two missing pieces of a puzzle. You can’t exactly describe the feeling but it’s overwhelming and very reminiscent and brings you back to all the times with Seonghwa that brought you so much happiness years ago. It’s a feeling you didn’t know if you would ever feel again and you missed it more than anything.

The ache between your legs becomes overwhelming and before you know it you’re begging him to touch you, and without any hesitation he does. Your bodies press tightly against each other and your desperate need for him only grows the moment he grinds down on you. 

The next thing you know, you’re both unclothed and fully exposed to one another, and you see each other in your most vulnerable states for the first time in years. When he finally pushes himself inside you the pleasure is significantly magnified as the fire inside you only intensifies at the feeling of him.

It happens quick at first but Seonghwa decides he wants to take his time with you. Like you, he didn’t know if he would ever feel you in this way again and he was going to use every second with you that he could.

You don’t know how much time has passed but by the end, you both are exhausted and sore, and panting heavily next to each other. It’s dark outside and the room is warm and even though you’re both sweaty and gross, you haven’t felt this good in a long, long time. 

“Was that okay?” Seonghwa asks, pulling your naked body into his arms.

“Yeah,” you say with a small smile. “It was perfect.”

So you lay in each other’s embrace for a while and your heart feels warm and fuzzy, bringing you an endless amount of comfort. You feel content at this very moment, and your worries are pushed to the back of your mind as you fall asleep soundly together.

It’s only at 2 o’clock in the morning do you wake up in a haze and through your fatigued confusion does your brain recall the events that took place a few hours ago. Unable to make out your surroundings in the darkness, your eyes widen not knowing if what happened earlier really happened. When you attempt to sit up you feel a pair of arms wrapped securely around your waist and your body relaxes. Soft snores escape Seonghwa’s lips and you snuggle closer to his body to feel his warmth.

It dawns on you that you still are very much in love with Seonghwa, and of course deep down you knew that you always would be. You also knew given the chance (like now) your feelings would resurface because well... they never really left in the first place.

The unknowingness of this outcome has you shifting in your spot and anxiety creeps in as you think of leaving him all over again. Because after tonight, you don’t know if you can bear the thought of parting ways with him and returning to your life abroad where you can’t tell him exactly how you feel.

You don’t realize right away that Seonghwa has woken up next to you and he only does so because of your constant shifting. It’s when he delivers a gentle squeeze to your waist do you finally take notice.

“Are you okay?” his voice his deep and tired and the sound is enough to make your heart beat fast.

“Yeah.” you reply unconvincingly, but Seonghwa has known you all his life and was also the one to date you for five whole years. He knew you better than you probably knew yourself so in an instant he could tell there was something bothering you.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks.

Your back is leaning against his chest, and you can feel his soft breathing on your neck, and instinctively he starts to rub small circles on your arm knowing that was the one thing that could calm you down.

“It’s stupid.” you say, your voice is quiet and laced with a hint of embarrassment.

“Do you regret what we did?” Seonghwa asks and you’re quick to shut down his claim.

“No! No, of course not.” you return. “It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?” 

You exhale, letting out a heavy sigh. “Seonghwa I still love you.” it’s almost inaudible to him but he knows he heard you correctly. 

He lets out a soft sigh and a smile smiles forms on his face.

“I still love you too, baby.” and when you hear him call you by the name you loved so much, you feel like you’re going to melt in his arms. “I always would remember?”

Your eyes start to water because it’s been so long since you’ve been able to say that to him, and to hear him say those same exact words back to you has a weight lifting right off your shoulders that you didn’t even know was there.

“Why’s that upsetting you?” he questions and you feel him press soft kisses to your shoulder.

“I don’t want to leave you all over again.” you admit. 

He sighs next you and attempts to pull you even closer, if that were possible.

“Well we’ll spend the rest of the time we have together and enjoy every second of it. And after graduation we’ll come back home and we’ll pick up right where we left off like we always do.” Seonghwa tries to reassure you and you shake your head, sniffling.

“That’s not what I mean...” you say. “I mean that I don’t want to go back and not be with you. I don’t want to wait out till graduation and know that we aren’t together because I don’t think I can. Not after tonight.”

It clicks in Seonghwa’s brain and he knows exactly what you mean, and so he decides now’s the time to ask you what he’s been wishing to ask you for so many years. He knows he wasn’t supposed to wait for you, but he always knew he would.

“You don’t have to then.” he states.

“I don’t?”

“Do you want to get back together?” he asks and your heart almost stops. “I mean we only broke up ‘cause of the distance right? And we both fulfilled our promises to each other that we would experience a different life and learn what it was like to not be together. We’re in our last year of uni, we’d only have to be apart for a few more months and then we’ll both be back home in no time, permanently. We would never have to be apart again.” he reasons with you.

And it did make complete sense. He was right in every way, so in truth, there really wasn’t anything stopping you from being together again. You don’t have to think much about it because the decision was already made deep down. You knew you wouldn’t hesitate to be with Seonghwa again if you had the chance, and now was that chance.

You turn to face him and even though you two can’t see each other, there’s a small smile painted on both your faces and you lean in to press a kiss to his lips. 

“Okay, let’s get back together.”

So at twenty-one years old, you and Seonghwa officially reconcile, and spend the next two weeks together like you planned, catching up on everything you did while you two were apart.

And just like he said, it was like you two never left each other.

And now, at twenty-two years old, Seonghwa pops the question.

And you finally marry him.

"Family, friends, and all loved ones. We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Y/n and Seonghwa. We stand here to support this couple and share the joys of their love and commitment as they solidify this partnership, choosing to spend the rest of their lives together.” 

“Through this marriage you make a lifelong promise to one another to always love, respect, trust and honor each other through anything, and everything. You promise to stay committed, and loyal, and most importantly, share your dreams, your happiness, and your sorrows with each other.” 

“From today, and this moment on, you will forever be united as one.”

You stare at Seonghwa and your heart beats hard against your chest as you stand in front of him watching his eyes light up and his smile grow by the second. You feel like you’re in a dream and everything around you feels so surreal.

Your eyes scan the alter and you see your mother beside Mrs. Park, both of them clinging onto each other as tears of happiness running down their cheeks. Their smile is wide and filled with so much love and you knew this day was something the two have been waiting for, for as long as they could remember. 

You see Mingi, and Yunho, and Hongjoong, and Jennie, your best friends who witnessed every progression of your relationship with Seonghwa from the moment you two met. They’re all grinning from ear to ear and you can’t help but laugh as they silently cheer you on from the pews.

You see your dad, and Seonghwa’s dad, and both of your grandparents, and the entirety of yours and Seonghwa’s family joined together as they smile brightly at the two of you.

And then your eyes meet with Rosé and Juyeon as they mouth a “you got this!” to you and Seonghwa, delivering a thumbs up in your direction, and your heart kind of warms because even after splitting up, the friendship between you four remained and it was evident through their support on this special day.

When your eyes lock with your soon-to-be-husband his lips quirk up into a warm smile as you mouth out an “i love you.”

“Now Y/n, Seonghwa, please join hands” the officiant states.

"Do you, Park Seonghwa take Y/N Y/L/N to be your wife?” 

“I do.” he states softly, eyes gazing into yours.

"And Y/N Y/L/N, do you take Park Seonghwa to be your husband?”

“I do.” you respond beaming.

"Seonghwa, please repeat after me.” the officiant says. “I, Park Seonghwa, take thee, Y/N Y/L/N, to be my lawfully wedded wife.” 

“I Park Seonghwa, take thee, Y/n Y/l/n, to be my lawfully wife...” he repeats.

"...To have and to hold from this day forward...”

“...For better for worse...”

 “For richer for poorer...”

“...In sickness and in health...”

“...To love and to cherish...”

“...And to honour you all the days of my life...”

“Till death do us apart.” Seonghwa finishes and your eyes start to water.

“Now, Y/n, please repeat after me.” the officiant calls on you. “I, Y/N Y/LN, take thee, Park Seonghwa, to be my lawfully wedded husband.”

You exhale before repeating his words. ““I, Y/N Y/LN, take thee, Park Seonghwa, to be my lawfully wedded husband.”

"...To have and to hold from this day forward...”

“...For better for worse...”

“For richer for poorer...”

“...In sickness and in health...”

“...To love and to cherish...”

“...And to honour you all the days of my life...”

“Till death do us apart.”

As Jennie walks over to hand over the rings she smiles brightly at you, as the crowd watches you and Seonghwa each place the new band on your fingers, signifying the start of your lifelong commitment to one another. 

“Well! By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife!” the officiant shouts with a smile. “You may now kiss the bride!”

And without a second wasted Seonghwa pulls you in kissing you like he’s never kissed you before and the loud shouts and cheers in the background fills your ears as everyone hollers around you. And when you pull away you can’t seem to wipe the smile off your face as Seonghwa carries you out of the alter.

“Here’s to our new life together, Mrs. Park.” Seonghwa says with a grin as you kiss him once more.

“I love you so much.” you say.

“And I love you even more.” he returns.

So at twenty-two years old you know that you’re never going to stop loving Seonghwa, and that love was made permanent by the unity of your marriage. From the moment you declared him as your boyfriend at the age of six, to the years you spent learning everything together as a couple, growing apart and reuniting, you know that this was a rare kind of love to find, and one that had to mature and progress over a long period of time. 

And so you remember the words you said to him all those years ago the night you parted ways, “if somehow we find our way back to one another, then just know everything we did up to that point was worth it.”

Which stayed true four and a half years later, and for the rest of your life thereafter.

LA FIN.

[dodo-begone]

Loyal here, and back from the dead! Had some health issues and family drama, but I should be completely back now! I hope this all makes sense, I had to take Benadryl so I’m kinda out of it at the moment.

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For those who have been interested in the idea of a reader from Undertale, I’m so happy! Anon who went into detail with how y/n might be forced into bringing out their soul? *chefs kiss* I love it. And with Ranboo or Techno doing it on accident because of the voice(s)? Then, when they snap out of it and see y/n begging this ‘Frisk’ person for mercy? AAAAAAA YES P L E A S E. I live for the angst and that concept quenched my thirst for it. When it comes to the resets, I think that most of what happened during them felt like dejavú to y/n when going through the Underground, making them give reactions similar to the monsters who seem to recall certain things when you play the game again. However, when it comes to the genocide route, I feel like they don’t remember anything. At least...not until they’re put under extreme stress, panic, trauma, etc., or if they’re in an intense life or death situation. Only then would they remember. But it’s messy when they do. They get thrown into a memory and basically have a mental breakdown. Whether they remember it once they calm down or not...? Up to you. Anyway, here’s some of my own ideas based off all this!

- In Ranboo’s case, I feel like he’d know who Frisk is and quite a bit about y/n’s world. He just seems like the type of person you could tell anything to and he’d listen. Because of this factor, I can see y/n having either already shown him their SOUL, or having planned to in the near future. He’d recognize the situation—a panic attack—and do everything in his power to calm y/n down. He isn’t the type to pry, so he wouldn’t mention the reader’s SOUL unless it seemed to be in really bad condition. He’d rather y/n come to him and open up on their own.

- It’s a cry fest. They’re both tearing up and telling the other not to cry. Y/n knows it wasn’t Ranboo’s fault and doesn’t want him hurting himself over it, especially because his tears hurt him. They forgive him, it’s okay. Ranboo feels incredibly guilty for what he’s done. And seeing them crying over what he did and the trauma he accidentally brought onto them? He’s crushed. You know those sappy movies where the main characters are comforting each other, crying but letting out choked/hiccuping laughter? Not because they find the situation funny, but because they both react the same way and just want what’s best for each other and it’s all around adorable? That’s them.

- But, if it’s yandere Ranboo? He’d probably see this as proof that y/n is far too fragile for this world. Clearly, they need someone to protect them. He’d most certainly feel guilty about what he’d done, but he may play it up a bit to get as much attention/sympathy/whatever from them.

- For Techno, unless he was there when y/n initially woke up in the SMP, I don’t think he’d believe them. So he probably doesn’t know shit (or, he at least knows the basics), unless he found out from someone else. That’s just my opinion tho. Either way, I believe he’d think it’s all bullshit. However, he wouldn’t force an encounter to prove his point. He has at least some decency. No he doesn’t. I feel like he’d remind y/n of just how hostile monsters Underground were in the beginning, so they’d be weary around him. (I’m doing flat out yandere for him from now on bc that’s all I can think of rn)

- If he doesn’t know who Frisk is, I see him being slightly insulted that they think of some random stranger—as far as he’s aware—who clearly hurt them. He’d never do that! He—oh shit, he kinda sorta did do that...

- If he does know who Frisk is and is romantically interested in y/n, he’d probably be peeved that they’re basically referring to him as their sibling. He gets that they’re going through a traumatic episode but c’mon! He’d end up pushing the thought aside to help them. However, he may be slightly petty for the next few days.

- Keeping on the romantic yandere side, I see him possibly making the situation worse even if it isn’t his intention to. Whether he’s told by y/n or someone else, he at least knows what their SOUL is and what it stands for (even if he didn’t believe it till now). So here’s his little darling, all curled up and clutching their SOUL to their chest like it’s their lifeline. Oh, wait, it is. Sure, he’s surprised that it’s real, but any shock he would’ve felt is replaced by awe and he can’t help but notice how mesmerizing it is. So, he forcefully gently pulls their arms away from their chest, cooing at them and saying that everything’s fine, and removes their hands from the entity so he can get a better look at it. He watches as the (color) heart bobs slightly up and down, and can’t help but be surprised by how warm it feels against the palms of his calloused hands when he cups it. Any whimpers and pleas from y/n begging for their soul to be returned are blocked out. All he can focus on is the SOUL in front of him, the very culmination of their being, and how small it is. This little thing, that takes damage whenever their body does, that physically appears whenever they are in a fight, is what keeps them alive? That won’t do. Not at all. This land is far too dangerous for them! They better get used to his cabin, for as far as Techno’s concerned, it’s their new world home.

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And Tommy forcing them into an encounter because he thinks it’s all bullshit? That would definitely happen. He’d feel so guilty once he sees the look of betrayal in y/n’s eyes and the disappointment that shows on the faces of anyone who had seen the forced encounter. As if they too weren’t curious. He noticed that no one stopped him. Let’s be honest. Most would be too curious to interfere.

- Y/n probably falls to their knees, cupping their SOUL in the palms of their hands. They know that Tommy wouldn’t actually hurt them, but they can’t help but feel as though their boundaries have been pushed aside, as though one of their only requests meant nothing to everyone. Tears slip and it takes watching the glowing heart, being lost in their own world as they mentally count every rhythmic bob to ground them. Once their breathing calms and their sobs turn into hushed whimpers, they push their SOUL back into their chest and stare at the ground, unsure of what to do next.

- Tommy definitely acts a hundred times more mature in the following moments. Depending on when in the DSMP timeline this occurs, he’d either be confident—and rightfully so—in his ability to help someone during a panic attack, or be hesitant, unsure of what to do, fumbling with his words and motions, but trying his damn hardest to help nonetheless. Either way, I see y/n appreciating it. Y/n literally come from a world where they would befriend creatures ten seconds after they genuinely tried to kill them and their sibling. I don’t see them holding a grudge. They’d most likely be slightly weary in the following twenty to thirty minutes, but get over it. After all, they’ve always chosen MERCY. Can’t say the same for their sibling, though. Tommy’s extra cautious about what he says or does around them after that.

- I feel like after a few weeks or months, y/n may bond enough with Tommy to want to show how much they trust him by bringing out their SOUL. Especially if they’re there through all the hell that Tommy goes through story-wise. To them, it’d probably be their way of telling him that they trust him with their life, and that they’ll always be on his side.

- Yandere or not, he does everything in his power to protect y/n if they remain weary of encounters. He’ll either find a way to avoid a fight, not wanting to hurt y/n by doing anything that would make him gain this supposed LOVE that comes from their world, or he’d do enough damage to allow them to escape without anyone or anything dying.

- If y/n discovers that they’re able to befriend the monsters of this world like they could their own, regular Tommy would respect that. He may be a bit antsy if the encounter drags on or if y/n sustains some damage, but he knows that they know what they’re doing. As previously mentioned, he’ll get involved if things go south, but he won’t kill anything. At least, not in front of them. Gotta get bones, blaze powder, and spider eyes somehow. But even then, he does it sparingly out of respect for y/n’s wishes. That, or he’ll have someone else get materials for him.

- Yandere Tommy wouldn’t risk shit. You can’t just talk to mobs, you idiot! You’ll die if you do that! And you’ve only got one life! He’d threaten to kill mobs right in front of y/n if it’d get them to stop trying to play house with disgusting monsters. That, or he may force y/n into killing. Their HP, AT, and DF increase when their LOVE increases, right? So they have to if they want to survive!

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I agree with the anon that Dream and Vilbur would definitely force y/n into an encounter. Yandere or not. If yandere, they’d probably become obsessed with the concept of SOULS and constantly pressure them into bringing it out. They use it as a nightlight JKJKJK.

- Ya know how in Deltarune, Kris yeets their SOUL into a cage? Well, imagine that, but it’s forcefully taken by Dream. He’d put it in a glass container and show it off like some damn trophy. That, or he hides it away where no one can find it. Vilbur would do the same but keep the SOUL on his person at all times. That way no one forgets who y/n belongs to. To him, it’d show power and ownership. Much to his pleasure and mostly everyone else’s disgust.

- I’d also add Schlatt to the list of people that force an encounter, as well as yandere Sam. Schlatt would pull it out in front of everyone to show how much power he can hold ever someone, or, to use as a shield when he thinks Pogtopia will attack. They wouldn’t want to hurt an innocent person who’s got a little sibling waiting for them at home, would they? With Sam, he’d do it to make sure that y/n is in perfect health. Can’t risk there being any cracks or the SOUL being dim! Following Tommy’s death and revival, he’d probably do the same as Vilbur, keeping their SOUL with him and never letting it out of his sight. However, instead of doing it out of a show of power like Vilbur, it’s out of paranoia. He can’t lose you too. He has to know that you’re okay!

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For some fluff, here’s who I think y/n would eventually trust enough to show their SOUL:

- Tommy (as mentioned earlier)

- Ranboo (also mentioned earlier)

- Tubbo (he reminds them too much of Asriel to not trust him with their SOUL)

- Captain Puffy (same as Tubbo, but for Toriel)

- Ghostbur (he’s just so nice!! How could they not? Besides, he sometimes reminds them of Napstablook! They probably call Ghostbur Blooky a lot on accident and the ghost just learns to roll with it LOL)

- Karl! (After hearing about this person who comes from a world with timelines and basically time travel, he can’t help but be interested. He’s losing so much, he needs someone who might possibly understand. They both share a similar hatred towards the concept of time travel/resets and the amount of pressure it puts on a person’s shoulders. That, and the lack of memories, even if they‘be both been effected by this in different ways)

- Bad (before he’s corrupted by the egg, of course. He’s so sweet omg. Besides, his personality gives me Toriel vibes)

I personally don’t see them trusting Philza enough, no matter how much he reminds them of Asgore. Then again, the King of Monsters is the one who basically put a bounty on their SOUL. He also refused their MERCY and forced them to FIGHT. Besides, when they hear from others—or see it for themself—that Philza kills his own son? I don’t think they’d ever forgive that. No matter what happens. You should refuse death, because there’s always another option. They’d know first hand, after all. With having their SOUL broken in half and pieced back together thanks to their own sheer will to live. To protect their sibling and save their friends. The battle against Asriel taught them so much, and they’d never take life for granted again thanks to it. “Asgore, though I may not stand by his methods of taking the SOULS of innocents—children, no less—I understand why he did it. He lost both of his children, his pride and joy, at the hands of humans. The real monsters of this w—of my world. He would have given anything to get them back. And you, you just throw your son’s life away? How could you?! Do you know how many beings, Monsters and humans alike, would sacrifice everything just to see their loved ones one more time? To take their place? To save them from a brutal death by the hands of those who want your SOULS? To see their small body covered in blood and burns or spears. Only for their death to have been meaningless, for their SOUL had shattered before it could be collected and used? When it should have been you, their big sibling, to take their place?” Yeah... they’ve definitely got some issues they need to deal with LOL. I personally headcanon that even if Frisk wasn’t able to reset, their soul would have been useless when it came to breaking the barrier because that thing shattered into PIECES. What would the monsters do? Use gorilla glue and hope the damn thing stays together?

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Imagine how different characters, Yandere or not, would react to y/n’s soul shattering. Especially if it’s because y/n took a hit for them.

ALRIGHT THATS IT AND IM GOING TO SLEEP LOL

Omg that’s so much. It’s all so fucking good but I am just overwhelmed by how much is here because I want to answer it all but,,,

IT’S SO GOOF NIGHTLIGHT SOUL JANSJS PLEASE HAHA that’s just hilarious.

Also putting the soul in cages? YES THAT’S SUCH A GOOD CONCEPT TO BRING UP!!! Vilbur wanting to own while Sam wants to protect. Both lead to a similar end. An emotionless reader with no care for themselves or others. Just a rogue being. A zombie, I’d you will. But not dumb. Oh not dumb at all.

Also putting the soul in a jar??? I ca see DreamXD doing the same, if not similar. Ooo maybe he wears their souls on him? Trapping it in a piece of jewelry to display your “loyalty” and “love” to him.

I’m sorry I’m just not feelin too good.

[bluebuckstallion]

the sun will rise again - mlp fic

part two this is part one! part two and so on will be updated/reblogged when they are out! contents: aj and big mac are like. 13 and 15. big mac realizes she is a trans woman, and is guided by applejack, but there is much more to it than just that lol. its also a little hard for her. sappy, feel-good, tough internal conflict but overall happy fic. paragraph one is previewed here, the rest is below the cut! (note: i am aware my blog makes posts a little hard to read bc of a glitch, i am trying to fix it at the moment, i apologize D: i rec reading it on tumblr mobile or highlighting the words as you read, im sorry!)

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Big Mac shuffled his hooves awkwardly. Racing thoughts fought furiously, cluttering his hurting head, and he put a weary hoof against his temple in an attempt to clear the fog. No avail. It was as strong as ever, the rushing current of rip tide sweeping him in the more he struggled. He insisted he'd never felt this way before, trying violently to shake away the thought, it made him shudder. But deep down somewhere he knew, he couldn't hide this strong feeling he'd become so familiar with. It felt like home, but he was trapped inside with the windows boarded and the floorboards were so old they were making him fall through with every step, and there were thick dusty cobwebs everywhere he tried to rest his burdened hooves. He couldn't leave. Outside of his overflowing head, there was a faint knocking at his door, though he had tuned it out completely. His thoughts whirled, and everything was making *so* much noise, the ceiling fan, the electricity in the walls, the birds outside, even the trees being rustled by the evening wind. Everything was so loud, and so muffled and far away, so close and inside his ears, they twitched eagerly trying to bat the harsh noise away, all collected into one horrid ear-piercing amalgamation of staticy sound. His fur was disturbed by his blankets, and his teeth felt uncomfortable as they grit desperately in an attempt to relax, his eyes were dry despite how much and how hard he was blinking, it felt like even the smallest thing would throw him overboard in this thundering storm of unsettlement. -

The knocking got louder. "Big Mac!" The sound was lost in the chaos of it all, but it prevailed. "Big Mac!" There it was again. It didn't quite reach him yet, though. But my, was it there. Incessant. Pounding. Oh, the headache of it all. Just adding to the pile. It hesitated. "Big Mac." The gentle coo reached him, piercing through the overwhelmingly loud silence in the air, he felt this odd choking sensation in his throat when he registered the voice, so familiar and so loving. But would it continue to be after this? The thought scared him. Fear struck his spine in striking bolts, waves of dread sulked, creeping in and making their nest in his aching body. He was so tired of coming back to this again and again, but it plagued his mind like a cold. He realized his internal monologue had been ongoing - even though it hadn't really spoke - but alas he had been lost in his own downward spiral of paranoia again, and had forgotten to respond. "Yu- uh- eeyup?" he stuttered out like he was drowning, he felt and sounded like a silly foal learning to walk for the first time again. He pushed his hoof lightly against his throat, shocked at his own lack of voice. Usually he was calm and confident, knowing what he wanted to say, despite how little it ever was. However he feared this would give way to his sister finding out, that she would know something was awry with him. "Can I, uh, come in?" the voice questioned. He nodded, then processed he had forgotten to use his words, and managed a sheepish "Yup." "Uh, okay." She responded equally as softly, her voice leaving a tinge of confusion to be interpreted. Applejack trotted in, her hooves making the wood beneath her creak as the old house settled. She nudged the door shut behind her nonchalantly with her back hoof, not taking her gaze off of what was ahead of her. She made a gesture towards Big Mac's bed and tilted her head, knowing he was a horse of few words, moreso when he got this way. And goodness, how he could manage to get into his own head. Applejack understood the feeling, more than he was letting on. Applejack got up and sat down awkwardly, glancing at her hooves as they, too, dragged over one another slowly, she never did like eye contact. Big Mac was more fidgety - he was straight-up restless, as he clapped his hooves together ceaselessly, clicking them atop one another with a hard "Clink." The silence was substantial, but it wasn't like it bothered them, usually. It drove Big Mac up the wall, he was sweating buckets thinking about what Applejack could possibly say. *Did she find out? Does she know? Does she hate me? She hates you. She knows and she hates you. She'll never forgive you. She'll never see you the same-* his thoughts were cut off abruptly. "So, big brother," she chuckled stiffly, "what's on your mind?" Blunt and to the point. She looked upward briefly, catching a glimpse of his face, caught in an uncomfortable twist as his mouth hung downward and his eyes sunk, staring blankly ahead. Neither of them looked at the other, but this again, was not unusual. When she said 'brother,' the word stung like a mosquito bite. It was barely there, but just enough to irritate him. And it grew bigger the more he picked away at it and gave it the time of day. Maybe if he just ignored it it'd heal itself, he thought. Her words in general hung high above his head, and he had forgotten to respond with the way he was over-analyzing it a million different ways inside. What was on his mind, besides this scary, burning question gnawing him alive? He gave a lackluster response to divert any inkling of anxiety, "Oh, nothing," and with that he kicked his back hooves loosely up, and they swung back down heavily in the empty air. What else could he say? The silence sat for a couple of seconds. Too long for Applejack's liking, she was growing a bit impatient with his lack of answers. She looked up and moved her head upward in tune with her eyes, rolling her head from one shoulder to the other as her lips pouted and she let out a quick exhale. She looked down at her teetering hooves again. "Nothing..." she repeated, tapping her hooves together about three times, give or take, she wasn't paying attention. "Oookay.." she said in a quiet tone, and the cadence in her voice had shifted after this minute or two of waiting. She scratched the back of her ear. "Well, if you won't tell me, I'll figure it out myself." She looked up and beamed what was supposed to be a reassuring smile, which came out rather awkward. It fell just as awkwardly. She wasn't the best at conveying emotion, but neither was Big Mac. They had that in common. "Ok, I'll spit it out, rapid-fire," she said funnily, holding her hooves up and moving one in front of the other and back again in tune with the quirky enunciation of the last word. If nothing else, she was making an attempt to lift his low spirit. She inhaled, "Is it about me? About Ma or Pa? *Granny?* Baby Bloom?" and with that she exhaled overexaggeratedly. It took a second, but the half-smile she had faded from her face as he stood there saying nothing, simply folding one hoof over his other arm, rubbing it rigidly and looking away, and what she hoped was not true, had hit her. It was about himself. "Oh.. brother," she whispered to him, "You can tell me anything," she reached her hoof up toward him, pulling it back when it was halfway there as she winced at his lack of response, not even a lean-in to her gesture, but she continued anyway. She gingerly put her hoof on his shoulder. Becoming more confident with her comforting, she rubbed his back gently. "So it's about you?" He took a second, and nodded somberly. "Hey, that's alright. Tell me what's on your mind for real now, when you're ready. If, you're ready." AJ's voice, he found, was quite calming. Big Mac shot a glance at her timidly, then down at her hooves, and back up at her, but he couldn't look too long in order to stop the waterworks from coming. He gulped dryly and looked at the wall, and after the ceiling. He watched the fan dodder decrepitly, but so sure of itself, it's purpose, rotating on it's axis, again, and again, and again. He wished he could be so sure of himself, he wasn't sure if he ever could be, though. And here, he found himself envying the rotating of a ceiling fan. What an interesting moment, he thought sarcastically to himself. Was this really where he was at? He zoned out briefly, watching the blades go in circles, and then snapped himself back to reality with a hard blink, a downward motion of his head, and a squeezing of his hooves. "I..." he started softly and then trailed off. He sighed in dejection. "I- Well, I am me. But... I'm not. I look in the mirror, and it's not me looking back. I know that sounds... stupid, but it's not me. It's not like it isn't who I am, it's just not me. And I, don't know why. I mean I think I do, but I don't - sometimes-" He took a second to collect himself and inhaled, exhaling sharply after, he put his hoof firmly against his chest, as if almost trying to coax the words out. "I'm me, but I'm not. I'm not who I'm meant to be, I, I was born wrong. My body is wrong," he shook his head, like trying to shake the bad thoughts away. "It's not mine. I was born with something wrong about me, outside, inside I'm me, but outside I'm not. But - I'm not bad or anything, it's just that there was something different. And, you know that funny feeling of those butterflies in your tummy when someone you like says your name? I'll get that, but I won't recognize my name as mine, but I do get that feeling when...ponies accidentally call me what they call fillies, even though they don't mean to and fix 'emselves right after, and they act like it's so wrong, but I still get that funny feeling of, goodness. It catches me off guard in the best way... my heart skips a beat. And I know I'm s'posed to like girls, but there was something wrong about me lovin' 'em... it feels like. I feel real guilty-like when I start getting all lovey about one. It feels like I'm not allowed, like there's somethin'.."  he teared up, "different. About me." He emphasized the last word quite significantly. He began to finish, not wordvomitting as much as he was before, instead saying it slowly, as if he was really trying hard to get his thoughts out. "I- I think, I think if I were born in the right body I'd be happier, but I don't want to change me, I just...want to change how people *see me."* Applejack raised her eyebrows and looked down, pushing her hooves together. She couldn't move, and she didn't. Big Mac's welling up had turned to a tear, gently rolling down his cheek. He held his breath, eyes darting back and forth from his sister's gaze - or lack thereof. Applejack held her breath as well. "Big mac, well - gosh." she let out staggeredly, anxiously chuckling, raising her hoof to her chest as she exhaled bluntly. Big Mac felt it coming, Roaring and Crashing. The water was surrounding him still, no matter how subtle it was before, it had been growing this whole time. Internal dread multiplying like a bilious bacteria, out to get him and cover him in it's killing spores. It must've been at least neck-high now. AJ chuckled, "Big Mac, I love you no matter what. You're my family." She looked him in the eyes, "It's gonna be ok." And there was the straw that broke the camel's back. It came through gently, like a soft breeze through his hair in summer, but it broke him so, so ruthlessly. He bit at his bottom lip and released, his mouth turning to a shaky U-shaped frown, and he bawled. Oh, how he bawled. He lunged for his sister's arms, which quickly opened for him to land in. Applejack huffed as the wind left her with his impact, but she regained control of herself and softly smiled, tenderly hugging him back. His head rested on hers, as hers on his. "It's alright big guy," she laughed. "In fact, I think I know exactly what's up." She pushed him off cautiously, and held her hoof against his shoulder. His tears subsided slightly, he wiped them with a trembling hoof. "Have you ever thought that maybe you feel like you're in the wrong body, because you're really a mare? I know nobody sees you that way right now, but I could start if that's who you really are." Big mac's pupils constricted, and he felt a leap in his chest. A mare? He tried so hard to push it out, but he couldn't. A mare. A mare! He let out a small smile, "A mare..." he then promptly shook his head. "But, I can't be. I wish it was that easy, that I could just be a mare, oh I wish so bad AJ," he put his hooves together and shook them, like he was pleading. He pushed her hoof off of him, sighing and speaking again, his voice cracking from the tears and raw emotion, "But I never could. I couldn't. I wish I could, but I'm not allowed to." he sighed defeatedly. Applejack chuckled, "Says who? All it takes is you saying you can. And I'll be honest, I feel like a lot of people don't give it much thought whether they want to be a mare or not - they just are." It all clicked. They, just are. He processed it for a second, and thought, and the thoughts slipped into words, "I'm a mare," he whispered. He smiled, the most genuine smile he'd ever shown. "I'm, a mare." He laughed, looking at Applejack. "A mare! I'm a mare!" His smile faded slightly, "But Applejack, am I still allowed to like other fillies? I figure now I'll have to like colts, that's what I've heard at least, and I really don't want to-" despite his concerns, he still looked quite euphoric. Applejack laughed again, "No, Big Mac, you can still like mares. It doesn't work that way I'm pretty sure." She rubbed the back of her head, "If it's any help, you can do whatever you want... What feels right." She closed her mouth and grinned, waving her hoof in the air dismissively of any negativity, her eyes in the other direction. Stopping, she looked at the ground and fiddled her hooves, "I, I actually know a lot about how you're feeling," she spoke nervously, cautiously, dancing around her words like she had something she didn't want to admit to herself as well. "I, know how you feel - about liking mares and, and the wrong body an' stuff. Feeling like your body isn't yours, it doesn't belong to you and never will, unless you make a big change, or somethin'. I get it. I feel wrong when people say I'm a girl, but I don't reckon I'd feel right with them callin' me a boy or something either - I don't think I really feel like either." She paused, cutting herself off, "I don't expect that to make sense to you, I know it's kind of weird and all." Big Mac thought for a bit, and then nodded, "No, I get it. I mean - I don't, but, I know you're you, no matter what, and I don't care who you are, you're still my sibling." Big Mac smiled nervously, trying to make sure he was doing the right thing. "And you're my sister, Big Mac," Applejack smiled back at him. "Now, how do you feel about me calling you by girl terms? Like, sayin' she, and stuff..." she struggled to think of an example. "Oh! Like, if I meet someone, I'll tell 'em "Oh Big Mac? She's my big sister!" Applejack let out a wide twinkling grin, feeling confident and proud with supporting her sister's feelings. "I, I like that." Big Mac said shyly, and she did. "Wait, how do I do the same for you?" she questioned. Applejack stalled, she really didn't think she'd get this far. "I think... I really like being called he, and brother and such. Although to be honest I'm not your sister and I'm not really your brother, and I still like other fillies - but I'm not one of them, or not in the same way, and - I don't know, it's a little confusing. I think the only way that I'm a filly is in the sense that I'm a mare who likes other mares. I don't really know what any of this is called," he voiced embarrassedly. "I wish I did." Big Mac smirked, "It's okay you don't, I don't know either. And we can learn together, little brother." She fluffed Applejack's hair playfully and her smirk became a toothy smile. Applejack laughed and joined her smiling. "Thanks," he said, quite gratefully. "To be honest, I've known this for a really long time, I just didn't know how to say it," he looked out the window longingly, "I wish I knew how to tell Ma and Pa, or Granny," he laughed a little, "and I don't even know how to tell a baby," he uttered, trying to lighten the mood a little after bringing it back down. Big mac grinned, "Why don't we go out to the orchard, little brother?"

[myelocin]

farewells etched in marmalade skies

synopsis: the good in oikawa tooru’s “goodbye,” comes in the form of iwaizumi hajime.

characters: oikawa tooru, you, iwaizumi hajime

genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, more sky references r we surprised??? nO

wc: 1600+

a/n: my ex got engaged n i’m jus writing this to remind myself that even tho i loved sunsets bc of him,, marmalade skies will always be mine.

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oikawa tooru enters your life with a hello, a hug, and an accidental kiss to the cheek. he loves you, at first, with love swirling so tenderly in the whirlpools of his caramel eyes. 

bright, you think. they look sparkling. 

you knew he yearned for the great things in life, while you were happy with the sunsets you ended the days with him. next to you, he looked not towards the sky but at the horizon that split the distance into water and sky and spoke of the adventures he wished to take that lay beyond it. 

it was in those moments where he looked like he loved life the most.

and as for you, the sky was enough. the marmalade skies that sketched fiery clouds into the heavens was always comfort enough. the horizon, you think was beautiful. but tooru, next to you, with his warm hands and sparkling eyes always anchored you back to shore. love, to you, was as simple as that. 

and because love blooming comes as simple as that, it also goes in the same manner. 

argentina was what laid beyond the horizon. the white sand, warm sun, and the promise of a future—his future—was what began the first paragraph of your inevitable farewell.

“is love a sacrifice or are we just unnecessarily suffering?” he asks you one night when he stares at the invitation letter to play for an international team.

“do you want me to go?” he asks again, and when he turns to you his caramel eyes tell you that he isn’t in love with life anymore.

“i don’t,” you answer truthfully, because the only thing you can offer him now is just that—truth.

“i won’t accept it then,” you hear but the hesitation that coats his words is as thick as the lump in your throat. you feel like you can’t breathe, then when you look at tooru, he looks like he can’t either.

“tell me,” you start. “are you suffering?”

tooru stays quiet, shifts, then sighs again.

“you’re hesitating, tooru,” you say again before he turns to you, an apology already swirling in his eyes as he reaches forward and cradles your hands in between his. warm, you think. he was always the familiar kind of warm.

“i’m sorry,” he finally tells you; voice smooth, almost like already rehearsed through the conversation before. you stare at him, not exactly sure how to feel.

“it’s okay,” you reply, offering him a smile. he chooses not to comment when he notices that your eyes don’t smile with you this time, but tooru supposes he understands the reasons as to why.

“i wanna see you in love with life again,” you finally tell him, and in front of you, tooru drops the letter and crosses distance between the two of you and holds you in an embrace, more whispers of his apology murmured in between his cries and the tangles on your hair.

the sky outside looks like marmalade, you notice. and it must feel warm too, because when the light from the opened kitchen window trickles in and the music from your neighbor’s old radio from the window next door shushes tooru’s cries, you soften.

he’s warm, you think. warm like the feel of his hands clasping yours in winter walks, and warm like the feel of his tear streaked face pressed against the junction of your neck and shoulder. so when the music loops, you smile again.

you know this tune; it’s the one the grandfather next door plays a total of ten times once every year on the day of he and his wife’s anniversary. and like clockwork, you hear their laughs. soft and a little cheeky where the happiness that radiated from it spoke of the decades they’ve shared together.

“dance with me?” you ask tooru, then cup his face in between your hands, angling it so that he stares right at you.

he nods. then the light from the marmalade skies outside hit his eyes and you remember why you’re in love.

you still don’t know the lyrics  of the song playing, and tooru seems like he doesn’t either. but he hums along to it as he sways with you, your steps not as quite in sync as it used to be. maybe because he’s crying, or because you’re tearing up yourself as you swipe at the fresh tears that keep rolling down from glassy pools of caramel.

and when you turn, for the first time you feel the warmth from the heavens. warmth from the skies that swirl with the colors of faded blue and orange marmalade. from your kitchen window, you don’t see the horizon from here—but you can’t bring yourself to mind one bit.

“is this it?” he asks you, and when the song from your neighbor’s old radio doesn’t loop after it stops, you both stay silent instead of saying goodbye.

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goodbye, you think, wasn’t said when tooru waved at you from the departure hall of the airport. it wasn’t said when you opened the drawers he used to occupy and began filling it with your own clothes either.

goodbye, in your eyes was when you saw him again for the first time after some years with life in his eyes and the horizon in his hands. and you could only smile, as you watched them dance in circles to a love song that became familiar to you from the opened kitchen window of your old apartment.

argentina treated him kindly, you think as you listen to him speak his vows with poems written in spanish. “te amo,” he whispers to her and your heart leaps in the crowd because the warmth of the heaven’s above kiss your back right as they speak their “I do’s” into the world.

“goodbye,” is what you tell him when he drops you off at the airport two days later.

“the sky today looks like the one from your wedding,” you tell him and tooru looks up, shrugs and laughs in your direction.

“i didn’t notice,” he says, smiling sheepishly towards you.

“is that so,” you laugh and tell him “goodbye” again as he waves as you from the departure hall. the skies, you think, was probably something only you saw. while tooru, you realize, had always looked forward—seeking for what always laid beyond the horizon.

in a way, it comforts you.

you realize that because of that—the marmalade skies would always be yours.

and what becomes yours comes to you under the marmalade skies of autumn.

you come to awaken to the thought that the good in oikawa tooru’s goodbye, was found in iwaizumi hajime’s hand that never failed to warm yours when the autumn chill said their hellos.  

it becomes hajime’s hand that pulled you up and spun you around in slow circles when oikawa’s absence made the world around you feel so still.

hajime, himself, becomes the good that made you appreciate the slow dances in quiet kitchens once again even if the song that shuffled on his playlist reminded you of wispy brown hair and spanish poems.

“i think i first met you under a sky like this,” hajime tells you as the sun dips and lights the sky into a sea of fire. he’s looking at you, green eyes turned into a muddled shade of a color you can’t quite make out, but looks all the shades clear at the same time.

“how long ago was that?” you laugh next to him, and he grins at you—in the way that looks so kind and so honest that you can’t help yourself but grin along with him.

“not long enough for me to forget,” he answers then lays back on the grass as he pulls you back down with him. warm, you think. not in the way that was familiar like tooru, but warm like the fireplace that waits to greet you back home.

“i didn’t know you were sappy,” you say, shifting your position so that you laid on his chest.

hajime laughs, and you catch yourself thinking that they chime like bells. he makes the autumn feel like summer and so you close your eyes, smiling at the memory of the summer sky’s warmth.

“for the right reasons i can be,” he retaliates before setting you down on the grass and shifting so that he’s leaning, propped up with one elbow and peering down at you. a shade in the shape of him covers you, but you reach out and pinch his cheek any way.

“am i a reason?” you ask, smiling up at him.

“you’re always a reason,” hajime answers, then laughs when you pinch his cheek again, muttering something about how he’s sounding so corny.

hajime peers down at you, his right hand moving to trace the sides of your cheek. he smiles, thinking that you look like the reflection of the marmalade skies he’s come to love ever since he saw you bathed in its colors on tooru’s wedding.

you looked like you were in love with life, he thinks. when the orange kissed the faded blue wisps in the sky and bathed the earth in a gleam of the warmest rays of light.

and marmalade skies, you suppose, will always truly be yours. especially in this moment when you look up at hajime’s face and feel the warmth of his skin triumph over the cold bite of the air. the skies, that always spoke of warmth and promises, only remind you that in this moment, as hajime leans down and murmurs his i love you into a kiss—that this was the promise that was meant for you.

so you suppose the good in oikawa tooru’s goodbye was when he was the first to let you go.

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[perhapsthanatos]

05:23 am with kun ♡

nct's kun x gn!reader (i got inspired when researching about hades & persephone’s myth/story for a project as well as watching an unhealthy amount of apartment tour videos on youtube while feeling incredibly lonely + the songs listed below)

alternate title: the devil i know well

genre: a tiny bit of angst. mainly fluff. non idol au. demon boyfriend!au.

word count: 800~

playlist: door by caroline polachek, nightime by oklou & backseat by charli xcx ft. carly rae jepsen.

warnings: none. lower case intended.

a/n: hello again yes im back & way sooner than i thought :)) tysm for giving love to odd counterpoises, in all honesty i didnt expect ppl to like it nor did i expect that much attention given to it it bc tbh it was kinda rushed, but bc of that i immediately got motivated to do this fic & better this time i promise ♡ this fic was actually supposed to be a winwin fic but after seeing kick back & getting aggressively biased wrecked i just had to give it to kun & plus i felt it fit better :(( hope u enjoy!!! oh & i almost forgot to mention but did yall see that one vid w kun w red hair omg pls

your eyes struggle to stay open and focused on the television in front of you. it plays some sort of dramatic film that you haven’t been paying attention to. but it’s not like you remember any of the other plots of the previous films from awhile ago anyway. you were simply trying to stay awake, waiting for your boyfriend to come home. but with the given hour, you easily start to doze off, your body disregarding the cup of coffee you took 2 hours ago.

“funny, i knew that i’d find you here.”

your head snaps up and meets kun’s gaze. he’s at the door way removing his black blazer, hanging it on one of the hooks by the entrance. you look at him in awe as he unbuttons a few buttons of his white dress shirt. for a demon, he looks incredibly angelic, even in the dim lighting. his hair is red with messy waves, his glasses are resting on the tip of his nose and his yellow eyes seem more tired than usual. he removes his shoes and walks over to you, planting a kiss on your forehead.

“did you sleep alright today?” you stay silent for a bit, eliciting a laugh from him (which shows off a bit of his cute fangs) and continues before you can even object. “don’t you dare lie. it’s so easy to tell.”

“stop making fun of me,” you pout, crossing your arms and turning away. his heart wavers, you’re too adorable for him to handle.

“no, no. i just think that it’s cute that you stay up for me.” he smiles, turning to you again, tucking a stand of heir behind your ear lovingly. “as much as i should be scolding you… i can’t help but be flattered that you do this for me. i know its been kinda hard that we can’t see each other as much as we’d and it’s a bit annoying that hell is nocturnal but at least i have something to look forward to when my day ends.”

he runs his thumb over your burning cheek as you take your finger to push up the bridge of his glasses which were threatening to fall off. “anyway, dearest one, let’s get to bed. i’m not gonna let you fall asleep on the couch like last time,” he starts to lift you off bridal style. “will you come with, though?” you ask, resting your head in the crook of his neck, starting to doze off again. “duh. going to bed is a group activity, you dummy.” he snickers as you flick one of the small horns on his forehead in retaliation, too lazy to argue.

reaching the master’s room, he sets you gently on the bed, watching as you settle in the blankets. he moves to the other side, setting his glasses on the nightstand, then climbing in as well. “i’ll change later. i’ve waited the entire day for this.”

you lift up the other side of the blanket and welcome him in. on instinct the both of you easily attach to each other. your head nuzzled in his neck, and his cheek resting on you’re forehead. he sighs in content.

“oh, have i told you that i love you today?”

“you said it earlier, before you left.”

“well, i’m saying it again. i love you so, so, much and i want things to be like this forever.”

you pause for a moment, eyes now wide open. you look up at him. “you’re getting sappy so suddenly again, what’s wrong?“

“no, no, it’s fine. there’s just a lot on my mind, that’s all.” he sighs, the mood slowly shifting.

“you know you can tell me, right? you don’t have to, but it might make you feel better? promise.”

he looks at you and takes a deep breath, taking his hands and cupping your cheeks, making you look straight into his golden irises.

”like i said, i love you. i really do. but you’re a human and i’m a demon. other demons will try to have a go at you, angels will try to come ‘save you’ from me, and humans will see you as a victim.” he pauses for a bit before continuing. “but i don’t care about any of that. i love you, and that's all that matters. i will forever move heaven, hell and earth to keep us together.” he speaks softly and slowly, a tone that assures you completely despite the initial fear.

“but please,” he shushes you, placing your head back gently on his shoulder, beginning to stroke your hair. ”i don’t want any of us to worry about that. right now it’s time for bed, you haven’t slept at all and i’ve had a busy day.”

“mhm, alright. i love you lots, beb.” you place a sleepy kiss on his lips as he smiles into it.

“goodnight lovely, i love you too. so, so much,” he whispers as you both fall into a deep slumber.

© perhapsthanatos (efa)