#ᯓᡣ𐭩 reblogs!

[aila0veyou]

My type of man ♡

Men who date young girls but don’t act like creeps

Men who understand the art of romance and passion and don’t treat young girls like sex toys

Men who use their experience to teach young girls about their own pleasure, not to solely use them for his own

Men who use their experience to teach young girls about consent and boundaries, and not to manipulate them.

Men who date young girls with daddy issues and take their responsibility as a father figure seriously to help their girl heal from their trauma.

Men who display maturity and masculinity so a young girl can embrace her femininity and inner child.

Men who understand that love and respect must precede desire and lust.

This is how us men can set a good example of a healthy age gap dynamic. This is how we don’t turn romantic young girls into cynical women.

[mydarlingedits]

Tumblr ate my noise. Wtf. ᯓᡣ𐭩

[wastelandtherapist]

Speaking of Janitors you should prolly find soem times to maybe check on them because last time i checked - they were magic anoned into having the bodys of kids

Oh! Didn’t know that, might be good to check on them… thank you!

[ennabear]

Kisses to one of my favorite butches on tumblr- thank you for all you do 💕

MWAHHH HEHEHE idk what i did to deserve this but 🤭 THANK YOUUU

[jirai-bunnybby]

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im new to jiraiblr !! heres some stuff bout me<3 🗝️🎀🌸

im 18 and im a lifestyle jirai :3 i use all pronouns and im nb + bi <3 taken !!! very much in love!!!! 💗💗💗

possible triggers and mental illnesses under the cut LOL

im diagnosed with autism and other than that i have no idea whats wrong with me but probably a lot ^o^ im (theoretically) recovering from ed and sh :33 im also hypersexual i have some trauma lol ill be tagging everything tho!!<3

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[aila0veyou]

He's coming...♡

[purgatorydove]

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

don’t worry about my name, just call me sigewinne’s lover <3 (jk, call me yu)

i use this account to be annoying about how much i love sigewinne. (and perhaps help others in similar boats too!) aka: i occasionally write proselfship imagines for myself and maybe others, but mostly just rave like an insane person

proselfship, as the sign states. antis dni.

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as well as other usual tags , like regular reblogs and obligatory proselfship tags.

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[vampireshaman]

LET ME BE ⠀ ⏆⠀ A POEM BY HAESEOL KIM

“Even the strongest roots

need soft soil to grow.”

A simple yet powerful plea for authenticity and humanity. It speaks to the quiet courage of being seen as whole, not perfect. It is a reminder that strength lies in vulnerability, and true resilience blooms in spaces where one is allowed to simply be.

### I. The Weight of Names

"A name can be both a crown and a chain."

I am not just the girl in whispered prayers,

A name held softly by trembling hands,

A symbol etched in candlelight and incense smoke.

I am not the weight of prophecies,

Not the answer to every trembling question,

Nor the light they beg to see in endless dark.

My name carries shadows as much as light.

It is spoken like a secret, like a plea.

But names are not mirrors; they are veils.

And behind this name, there is only me.

──⭒─⭑─⭒── ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ──⭒─⭑─⭒──

### II. Softness in the Rain.

"Even steel melts in fire; even stone erodes in water."*

I am the girl who feels the rain,

Who presses her forehead to cold windows,

And watches the world blur with tears she lets fall.

I am the quiet sigh after a long day,

The pause between heartbeats when silence speaks.

There is softness in my hands—

Hands that have held trembling shoulders,

Hands that have wiped away saltwater tears.

I am not made of iron.

I will not pretend to be.

──⭒─⭑─⭒── ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ──⭒─⭑─⭒──

### III. Keeper of Fragile Things

"To hold something fragile is to trust it with your own vulnerability."

I am soft hands holding fragile things—

A bird with a broken wing,

A flower petal pressed between pages.

I am the warmth of the sun on tired skin,

The stillness of night when no one is watching.

Do not mistake my stillness for passivity.

Do not mistake my gentleness for weakness.

Even in softness, there is strength.

I am a protector of small moments,

Of fleeting beauty that deserves to be seen.

──⭒─⭑─⭒── ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ──⭒─⭑─⭒──

### IV. Soil, Not Stone.

"Growth does not happen in hardness—it happens in surrender."

I am not unyielding stone; I am soil—

Rich, dark, and full of life,

Made soft by water, cracked by roots pushing upward.

In me, things bloom. In me, things grow.

But only when given time, given trust.

There is resilience in being soil.

For even when trampled, I can still nurture.

Even when broken, I can still give.

──⭒─⭑─⭒── ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ──⭒─⭑─⭒──

### V. The Unspoken Things.

"Silence holds truths that words cannot carry."

Do not mistake my strength for armor.

Do not mistake my kindness for naivety.

Do not mistake my silence for indifference.

In quiet moments, I am just a girl.

I am a child who still dreams of love,

Of arms that hold without asking for answers.

There are things I cannot say,

Things too heavy for even my shoulders.

But in my stillness, in my silence,

I carry them all the same.

──⭒─⭑─⭒── ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ──⭒─⭑─⭒──

### VI. Let Me Be.

"To exist fully is the bravest thing I can do."

Let me cry when the weight is heavy.

Let me laugh when the air feels light.

Let me stumble, let me fall, let me rise.

Let me be imperfect and honest and whole.

For in all this—this fragile, fleeting humanness—

I am enough.

I am not just a shaman.

I am not just a symbol.

I am Haeseol.

And in being myself, I am free.

──⭒─⭑─⭒── ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ──⭒─⭑─⭒──

### Notes on "Let Me Be: A Poem by Haeseol Kim"

1. Themes of Identity and Humanity:

- The poem emphasizes Haeseol's struggle with the weight of her identity as a *deified shaman* and her desire to be seen as a person beyond her title.

- She highlights the duality of her existence: revered yet burdened, strong yet vulnerable.

2. Symbolism of Soil vs. Stone:

- Soil represents growth, nurturing, and flexibility, while stone symbolizes rigidity and stagnation.

- Haeseol aligns herself with soil, showcasing her resilience, adaptability, and capacity to foster life even in difficult conditions.

3. Vulnerability as Strength:

- The poem rejects the notion that vulnerability is weakness. Haeseol embraces her tears, her silence, and her moments of fragility as essential parts of her strength.

4. Silence and the Unspoken:

- There’s a recurring motif of silence and the weight of unspoken truths. Haeseol acknowledges that some burdens cannot be shared, yet she carries them with quiet courage.

5. Reclamation of Self:

- The final section, "Let Me Be," serves as a powerful declaration of autonomy. Haeseol asserts her right to exist fully, imperfectly, and honestly as herself.

6. Gentleness and Care:

- Haeseol portrays herself as someone who values small, fleeting moments of beauty—holding fragile things, comforting others, and embracing gentleness as a form of power.

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## Character Study: Haeseol Kim – The Girl Behind the Shaman

1. Identity and Duality:

Haeseol exists at the intersection of two identities: the deified shaman revered by her community and the sixteen-year-old girl trying to understand herself. She is burdened by expectations—spiritual, cultural, and familial—but she does not allow these to completely define her. Haeseol is aware of the weight of her title, but she yearns for moments where she can simply be herself without the heavy veil of responsibility.

2. Emotional Depth and Vulnerability:

Despite her public image as a composed and almost untouchable figure, Haeseol is deeply introspective and emotionally sensitive. She feels deeply—grief, love, joy, and sorrow—and allows herself to experience these emotions fully. Her tears are not a weakness but an honest expression of her humanity.

3. Strength in Gentleness:

Haeseol’s strength does not come from dominance or force but from her ability to nurture, comfort, and hold space for others. She recognizes that gentleness and vulnerability are not contradictions to strength but integral parts of it.

4. Intellect and Wisdom Beyond Her Years:

Her reflections in the poem reveal a maturity and wisdom uncommon for her age. Haeseol speaks with the weight of someone who has seen and felt far more than most sixteen-year-olds. Her understanding of silence, names, and the unseen burdens people carry hints at a deep emotional intelligence.

5. Fear and Longing for Freedom:

While she fulfills her role dutifully, there is a quiet undercurrent of longing in Haeseol—for freedom, for lightness, for a life not dictated by titles or expectations. Yet she never fully abandons her responsibilities; instead, she carries them with grace.

6. Relationships and Connection:

Haeseol values connection—whether it’s with people, fleeting moments, or the fragile beauty of the world around her. She seeks authenticity in her interactions and values vulnerability in herself and others.

7. Resilience and Adaptability:

The imagery of soil reflects Haeseol’s ability to adapt, nurture, and persist despite hardship. She doesn’t present herself as unbreakable but rather as someone who can heal, grow, and continue forward even after being trampled or scarred.

Key Quote from the Poem for Character Reflection:

"Let me cry when the weight is heavy. Let me laugh when the air feels light. Let me stumble, let me fall, let me rise. Let me be imperfect and honest and whole."

This final plea encapsulates Haeseol's core desire: to be seen not as an infallible symbol or distant deity, but as a whole person—complex, flawed, and beautifully human.

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### Conclusion: The Soul of Haeseol Kim

Haeseol Kim is not just the deified shaman that others revere; she is a girl standing at the crossroads of expectation and selfhood. Her poem, "Let Me Be," is not merely an expression of vulnerability but a manifesto of her humanity. Through her words, Haeseol reclaims her identity—not as a flawless figure crafted by societal reverence but as a person who feels deeply, grows slowly, and carries her burdens with quiet resilience.

In embracing her softness, she finds strength. In allowing herself to cry, she demonstrates courage. And in speaking her truth, she breaks the chains of expectation, even if only for a moment.

Haeseol's story is not one of rebellion against her role, but rather a gentle insistence on balance—on being both the shaman they need and the girl she is. She carries the weight of her title not as an unyielding stone but as rich, fertile soil—ready to nurture, ready to grow, and, above all, ready to be.

Her poem leaves behind an echoing question—not just for those who see her as an untouchable symbol, but for anyone who carries expectations too heavy to bear: Can we not be both what the world needs and who we are?

In her vulnerability, Haeseol shines brightest, reminding us that strength does not always roar—it often whispers, it often weeps, and it often simply asks, "Let me be."

[aila0veyou]

Holy shit, it's real (⊙ _ ⊙)

Whose name should I write first?🪽

[wastelandtherapist]

☔️~ Intro—

Hello Im Cherry!!! I’m 20 yro and I love to rp !!! ^o^)

Main: @cherryficmc

Other rp’s account: @namelesswildchild @the-blu-medic @reds-bastard-punk @reds-husky-girl

My pronouns are She/her, Meow/meows, Mew/mews and Paw/paws

I’m from Brazil (BRT timezone)

I’m still undiagnosed with autism, and due to speaking another language, I kindly ask for patience and some tone indicators, specially for sarcasm and irony

It doesn’t need to be “/sarc”, it could just be something similar to “he adds the last line with sarcasm” or “she says with irony in her voice” or the tone indicator to be added on the tag

🧋~ My tags—

Any special oc tags will be listed under their names!

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[arlerts-angel]

love being in my flop era 😍

[leyiorr]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 u look TOO good .ᐟ

¡! summary: pretty is an understatment; jealousy is a disease. so if you're looking a little too good, the jjk men get a little jealous, what's wrong with that?

¡! incl: gojo, geto, choso, toji, sukuna

likes + reblogs are appreciated <3

[leyiorr]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 me, jealous? no way.... (yes way)

¡! summary: in some situation, they're jealous :)

¡! incl: gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji

likes + reblogs are appreciated <3

[shizukimiii]

Real shit (amazed)

[https-lvesick]

ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝒉.aechan ⎯ you and your boyfriend are spending the holidays at his parents house and had agreed to not crossing the line. but guess who has no self-control?

𝒄. bf!haechan x fem!reader, smut, rough(ish) sex, unprotected sex, haechan is super hot omg, creampie 𓏺 𝒘𝒄. 557

★ i just had a dream like that with jisung, but i haven't posted something for haechan in a while... ⎯ bookshelf

your muffled moans blended with the sound of water cascading from the shower, haechan’s large hand firmly over your mouth. your fingers dug into the bathroom sink as his hips snapped against yours in an unrelenting rhythm, leaving you breathless and teetering on the edge.

it wasn’t supposed to go this far. you had promised yourself you wouldn’t cross the line—not here, not at his parents’ house during the holidays. and for a moment, he agreed too. but haechan? self-control was never his strong suit.

haechan’s hand slid up your spine, the warmth of his touch lingering until it reached your nape. his fingers gripped firmly, pressing you against the cool surface of the sink. he leaned over you, his lips tracing a trail of heated kisses down your back before pausing at your ear. a teasing bite on your lobe sent shivers through you, and with a firm tug on your hair, he pulled you flush against his chest, the closeness igniting every nerve.

taking in your reflection, you were a beautiful mess—hair disheveled, eyes flushed red, and shoulders adorned with the unmistakable imprint of donghyuck’s teeth, a masterpiece of his desire. you were glowing, radiant under the haze of it all.

his hand left your mouth, only to pull you into a kiss—raw, messy, and full of him. teeth clashed, tongues tangled, and warm trails of saliva marked your lips.

“a-ah, hyuck… so good…” you murmured against his lips, shivering as his deliberate, slow thrusts found that spot inside you that unraveled you completely.

“yeah?” he murmured against your jaw, his grip on your hips tightening possessively. “of course it’s good. i know how to take care of my woman—fuck her so well her pretty eyes roll back for me. i’m the one who keeps her full, satisfied all night, moaning my name like that. is my cock that good, baby?” his voice dropped, rough and teasing as each word sent shivers down your spine.

“hyeok…” you whimpered, your voice louder than intended, forcing you to muffle your own cries with trembling hands.

“yeah?” He chuckled darkly, his lips tracing kisses along your neck. “what does my baby need, hmm?”

“please... i need to—fuck—i need to cum…” his lips curl into a smug grin as a low, throaty moan escapes him.

“such a good girl…” he murmurs, voice dripping with praise.

his hand finds its way over your mouth again as his pace quickens. haechan thrusts into you with raw, unrelenting energy, the force leaving your hips tender under his grip. you already know the aftermath—bruised hips, trembling legs, and a body pushed to its limit.

it doesn’t take long before you surrender entirely, your body melting into his rhythm like the good girl you are. teeth graze his fingers as your vision blurs, overwhelmed by the intensity. the orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, stealing your breath and leaving you shuddering in its wake.

but he doesn’t stop.

he keeps going, his movements deliberate and merciless, coaxing every last tremor from your overstimulated body. only when he finally spills into you, filling you completely, does he let out a satisfied groan, his grip loosening as you both collapse into the haze of shared satisfaction.

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[tbaluver]

Kissing His Scars- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader requested: anonnie (anonymous) ᯓᡣ𐭩 genre: slight angst i think ( references of their past lives ) but tooth rotting fluff overall ! a/n: hihi lovelies i miss you all ! i've been really busy with school and i missed writing and interacting with you all so much ˙◠˙ this was requested by an anonnie and i apologize if this is written not the best i feel so rusty bc my exams drained me ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ ) i hope you all are so well and i hope i can get some writing posted bc i have a couple ideas for kinktober but i feel so late ˙◠˙ anyways enjoy reading ! (∩˃o˂∩)♡ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

Xavier has a couple scars from all the battles he’s been through. A couple small ones from his hands and a couple on his arms. You’ve seen them sometimes when he’s had his shirt off or when you shower together.

He was curious about why you were doing this in the first place. His eyes sparkled with affection as you kiss and caress the lines of each scar with tenderness. He'd lean in to your touch, letting you do as you please, appreciating every second and minute of it. He felt so appreciated and special that he will definitely return the favor back to you.

Every kiss on his scars reminds him that each battle he’s faced has been worth it. In this lifetime, he has found you again after losing you and enduring so much. Now, he has a loving partner to come home to- where he feels cherished, complete, and truly at peace.

────୨ৎ────

You were curled up on the couch, flipping through different shows and movies in search of the perfect one to enjoy while waiting for you and Xavier’s food. Just then, Xavier joins you, settling his head comfortably in your lap, a contented sigh escaping his lips.

“Hi honey,” He says softly, his voice warm as he cups your face. His fingers gently tracing small circles on your cheek.

“Hi baby” you reply, nuzzling against his hand and placing your own atop his. Your heart flutters as you glance down at him. You took his hand, planting soft kisses along his inner palm before intertwining your fingers with his.

He watches you with a playful smile, utterly smitten by how adorable you were. Small affections made him feel loved and cherished. As you flipped his hand to face yours, you noticed the small scars that marked his skin- stories he briefly mentioned he’s gotten from childhood and battles with Wanderers from the past.

“Did you really get these when you were just a child?” you asked as he nodded. “A couple were from mishandling my sword while I was training,” he explained, earning a breathy chuckle.

You draw his hand closer, your lips finding those small scars.

“Hmm? What are you doing? They don’t hurt anymore,” He says so innocently, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. As you pull your lips away from his hand, you look down, meeting his gaze.

“I know,” you reply, your voice softening. “You’ve come some far. Those battles shape you into this strong and brave man.” A gentle smile graced your lips as he returned your smile, warmth flooding over him.

“No, it’s all those battles that have made everything worth it to have you in the end.” His voice filled with sincerity. Unable to resist, he sits up, leaning in. His eyes soften as he closes the distance between you two. Your breath caught as his lips met yours, tender and sweet, feeling the warmth of his love wrap around you.

Zayne:

You were no stranger to the scars on his arms. You've memorized every part of his body by now. He always kept them hidden whenever he wore his coat, long sleeves, or cardigan. Whether or not he was insecure about them or not, you wanted to make sure every inch of him was loved.

He was a bit surprised when you first kissed the scars on his arms. When your soft lips brushed against his scars, he melted at your touch. He feels a warmth spread through his body that brings him comfort and so so unconditionally loved. As you planted gentle kisses along his arm, a smile curled on his lips.

He loves it and finds it endearing whenever you do, making sure to give you the same amount of kisses back or more to remind you how much equally he loves you back.

────୨ৎ────

You rested your head on Zayne’s lap, the TV fading into a dull hum as he immersed himself in the pages of his book. With one hand holding the book, his other hand rests against your head to act as a pillow. Curiosity piqued you as you shifted slightly to play with his hand, captivated by the contract between the sizes of your hands. That’s when your gaze fell on the scar peeking from his sleeve.

As he continues to read, you gently push his sleeve up, tracing the outline of his scar before moving to the one beside it. You remembered him telling you he’d gotten these from childhood and how he can’t fully remember how he got them. A bittersweet ache fills your heart as you think of the childhood you both missed out on, wishing you could have been there to ease his pain and take care of him.

Drawn by an impulse, you inch closer and closer to his arm, planting a delicate trail of kisses on his scars. The soft warmth of your lips draws his attention to you. As he glances down, a small smile curls onto his lips.

“What are you doing, my love?” He asks softly, closing his book and setting it aside. His free hand brushes back the stray strands of your hair that had fallen over your face, tucking them gently behind your ear.

You rolled over to meet his gaze, your heart swelling at the sight of his soft smile and the warmth in his eyes, all just for you.

“Seeing these makes me wish I could have taken away your pain back then.” He’d sigh, cupping your face, his gaze continues to be filled with warmth.

“What matters is that you’re here with me now.” He replies softly as you shift closer, sitting up to rest your head against his chest. “Just having you here makes everything feel right,” He says with a soft smile on his face.

“I’m grateful that we eventually found our way to each other in the end.” He gently lifted your chin with his finger, drawing your gaze back to his before pressing a sweet and tender kiss to your lips.

( astra when i catch you astra.....)

Rafayel:

He is no stranger to you kissing his scars. You did it once when you kissed his paper cuts on his finger and he wanted you to keep doing it again and again.

Acts as if he's touch-starved. His reasoning would be one he loves it, two he loves and craves your touch, three he feels seen. You’ll still love him no matter what flaws he has or what he becomes.

Although there were some scars that randomly appeared on his arms, hinting untold stories. Initially you assume they might have stemmed from his artistic pursuits and whenever you bring it up, he brushes the topic aside.

Knowing Raf, you sense there’s more beneath the surface, he’s never been one to shy away from discussing his body. But you choose not to press on it and you’ll wait patiently for him to open up in his own time. For now, your love will be his comfort to whatever untold stories those scars hold on him.

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“Ouch! My hand!” He whines, flailing his hand in the air as if that might chase away the sting. You walk over to his stool, where he’s currently suffering from another paper cut from his sketchbook.

“Cutie,” he pouts, raising his finger to your face with a hopeful expression. “Kiss it, please.” You can’t help but chuckle as you take his hand in yours. You press a gentle kiss over the tiny wound to make his pain go away.

“There. It’ll be gone in a few seconds, Raf.” Just to be sure, you place another soft kiss on the same spot and notice a faint scar peeking from under his dress sleeve.

“Another one Raf? Where’d you get this scar?” You ask, gently pulling his arm to roll up his sleeve and examine it. He shrugs, a hint of mystery in his eyes. “I dunno, it just appeared out of nowhere. I can’t be too focused on that if I’m always focused on you cutie.” You snort. tracing the outline of the scar with your fingertip before leaning in to place a tender kiss on it.

He smiles, his nebula colored eyes sparkling as if they imitated space and the stars. “Are you trying to make it go away cutie?” he asks, tilting his head.

“Yes,” you reply softly, “but it’s also for the times I couldn’t be there to kiss it better.” He swears his heart can leap out of his chest right now and do backflips from how adorable you are. He reaches out to cup your face, his free arm slipping around your waist to pull you closer to him.

“Then I guess you just have to stay with me all the time," he says, a mix of playfulness and seriousness in his voice. “What if I get hurt again? Who’s going to kiss it all better? He gazes into your eyes, a soft smile breaking across his face.

He gently pulls you onto his lap, your faces meeting each other's level as you meet each other’s gaze. “You know,” he says, his voice gentle, “I could get used to you kissing all my scars. You make everything feel so much better.”

With a playful twinkle in his eye, he cups your cheek, drawing you closer until your lips brush against each other in a sweet, lingering kiss.

Sylus:

You’ve seen the scar on his chest before, whether it was during your shared showers or a cozy night in your shared bed. It often peeks out from under his robe, nestled by his sternum. He doesn’t mention much about how he got it, so you decided not to pry further into it.

The first time you did it was when you both got ready for bed. As you nestled your head against his chest, your fingers gently trace the scar that marked his skin. He’d hum in response from your touch as you pressed a soft kiss to it. He’d let out a silent laugh, finding you to be oh so adorable. He'd ruffle your hair before placing a sweet kiss on the top of your head.

You'd do it a lot more often after you found out he enjoys your small acts of affection towards him. You'd do it any chance you'd get.

In the steamy shower, you'd go on your tippy toes to kiss his scar and he'd respond back by gently placing a finger under your chin to draw you in for a soft tender kiss in return.

He loves it when you kiss the scar on his chest. You’re the only person he can be himself and vulnerable around, so doing an intimate act like that makes him feel safe and loved.

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Sylus was already in bed, his head resting gently against the headboard. His eyes were closed, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest was evident to the exhaustion from a long day of work. Not wanting to disturb his peace, you quietly climbed on top of him, resting your head near his heart, hearing the soft, rapid thumps of his heartbeat. Instinctively, he wraps his arms around your waist, drawing you closer.

“Goodnight Sy,” you whisper, planting a tender kiss on his chest. Your gaze falls upon the scar that you knew so well, it’s story etched into his skin.

“Goodnight, sweetie,” he murmured back, his voice a low, soothing whisper as his fingers traced gentle circles on your waist.

You let your fingertips wander over the scar, feeling the slight indentation. He responds with a soft hum, his eyes still closed. “Can’t sleep?” he asked quietly, his hands still anchoring you on to him. You hum in reply, your mind drifting back to the story behind his scar.

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“Where did you get this scar, Sy?” you asked, as the warm water pours over both of you in the shower.

He glances down at you, his gaze softening as he focuses on your face, careful not to let the soap get into your eyes. “That,” he paused for a moment, “is the reason I’m still here. But that’s all in the past now, sweetie.”

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You remember not prying further as you traced the scar’s curves. Leaning closer, you pressed a soft kiss to his scar, earning a breathy chuckle from him as he tangles his fingers in your hair.

“I’m glad you’re still here with me, Sy,” you whisper, continuing to caress the scar with your fingertip.

He shifted slightly, pulling you closer, your eyes meeting his crimson ones. His gaze was sleepy yet filled with warmth. If his heart beats any faster, he swears his heart can burst out of his chest.

“And I’m grateful to always have you by my side.” A soft smile curls to his lips as he cups your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek before pulling you forward to him, giving you a sweet and passionate kiss.