#and of course it's okay and no big deal but I'd just feel better if I was smote a little bit then and there

[bongsavior]

HOWEVER !!!!!!!!!!

[meerschweinchen-archive]

not to speak in favor of punitivity but sometimes I feel like swift and immediate punishment would be easier to bare than the endless intricacies of faux pas and grace of social acceptability

[grapenehifics]

One of my favorite activities while watching Revenge of the Sith (to distract myself from the pain, I guess) is finding little moments that had the potential to change everything. Anakin comes so close to turning back and making better choices, so many times. There are many more, but my top three today are:

-Dooku crushes Obi-Wan under a heavy platform and Obi-Wan passes out (??) for a while but then gets up, fights a battle, and seemingly suffers no ill effects whatsoever. What if this were actually treated like a serious spinal injury and not just a convenient way to have Obi-Wan out of the picture so Sidious can convince Anakin to kill Dooku? Obi-Wan is hurt, either temporarily or permanently paralyzed from at least the waist down, and therefore in in the infirmary and obviously in no shape to go to Utapau. Anakin, being obviously concerned about his master, spends all of his meager free time at Obi-Wan's side rather than with Sidious, and harbors no resentment about not going to Utapau (he didn't want to leave Obi-Wan, or Padmé, anyway), and maybe actually manages to take a goddamn nap.

-Speaking of Utapau - on the landing platform, Anakin says he wants to go with Obi-Wan, and that he could be helpful. Obi-Wan agrees that no doubt he would be. What if he actually did it? Obi-Wan's a Master, a General, and a Councillor. I'm sure he has the authority to say, "You know what, you're right, Anakin. Grab your things and let's go." I'm not sure this would be enough to avoid Order 66, but it would keep Anakin out of Sidious' way, and maybe he and Obi-Wan would return to the Temple together, only this time to save the younglings rather than murder them.

-A big part of Sidious' pitch to Anakin is that he and he alone possesses the knowledge to save Padmé (and by extension Anakin and Padmé's unborn child). That's Anakin's whole deal with killing Master Windu - he first tries to argue that Palpatine should stand trial, and it's only after Windu argues against that plan that Anakin takes Palpatine's side. But then immediately after, Palpatine says, and I'm paraphrasing but he basically admits, 'okay so I don't actually know how to save your wife. But uhhh you're really strong in the Force soooo I'm sure together you and I will be able to figure it out."

And Anakin just goes along with this! I realize he doesn't have (or, doesn't think he has, which are two different things) any better options on the table, but it feels very Anakin to me for him to be like, "um, wait a second, my new master. I thought you said you'd tell me how to keep people from dying? Padmé could die tomorrow. We do not have time to sit around in the Sith library and 'figure it out together'. You lied to me!" Anakin hates being lied to. This is an immediately stab-worthy offense.

This of course doesn't address Anakin's raging attachment issues nor his misplaced distrust of the Jedi, but it does prevent the creation of the Empire so all in all I'd take this as a win.

Anyway. I'm deep in the weeds of an entirely different RotS rewrite and don't have time to take on another, much less three, but they're enjoyable scenarios to think about, at least. They don't even need to be endgame Obikin...even if I personally think of them that way :D

[miriellesandthegiantpeach]

Some more of Buck and Tommy's relationship language:

“Got it,” Buck says smugly, turning his cocky smile to Tommy.

“How?” Tommy looks back scandalized. “Today's is literally impossible. I haven't even got the yellow set yet!” He scowls at his phone that has the NYT app opened to today's Connections. “Help me.”

“It'll cost ya.”

“Name your price, I don't want to lose my streak.”

“Hmmm,” Buck draws out. “Third base?”

“Third base? Damn. Prices have gone up.” Buck just laughs. Tommy pulls on Bucks chin for a dizzying kiss, leaving him breathless when he pulls back. “How's that?”

“Yeah. That works,” Buck says back, not taking his eyes off Tommy's lips.

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Buck and Tommy having non verbal communication. A quick frown mixed with a minute shake of his head as one of Tommy's coworkers says something homophobic adjacent. Buck's eyes shoot directly to Tommy's and susses out if it's worth it to speak up or not.

Tommy tapping twice on Buck's knee or tugging twice on a belt loop when he catches the anxious crease in between his boyfriend's eyebrows. Buck will either offer an explanation or just shake his head, smile, and kiss Tommy's cheek in thanks.

When they're separated at a party or work function they always seem to find each other's eyes across the room. Once eye contact is made, Tommy throws him a wink or Buck smiles his special Tommy smile.

Buck talks very animatedly to someone and when he feels two strong familiar hands on his waist he moves easily. Either Tommy just wants to be close or actually has to move him out of the way, but Buck will always follow his lead.

Buck unknowingly stretches his bad leg while in bed or on the couch and Tommy just says “come on, give it here,” and lays his left leg across Tommy's leg to massage.

Tommy will get this look of longing in his eyes at a 118 get together when he's just standing on the outside of their circle of conversations. Buck takes him by the hand and pulls him in, everyone easily including Tommy like it's no big deal. But to Tommy it never fails to make it heart flutter.

A kiss to the forehead and a scratch to his scalp when he falls asleep on the couch tells Tommy it's time to get up before he starts complaining to Buck about his back aching from being in that position.

They walk through Target in June and Tommy picks up anything that says 'Ally' on it and shows it to Buck only to get flipped off.

–

“Drink this. Stop itching,” Tommy lightly scolds as he takes Buck's right hand and places the water glass in his hand.

“Okay, mom,” Buck pouts but complys. “how did I manage to break my wrist and catch a cold in one call?”

“Just your luck, babe. Also it's a hairline fracture, I'd barely call it a break,” Tommy reasons. Buck unconsciously goes to scratch the wrapping around his wrist. “Stop scratching.”

Buck just huffs and rolls his eyes. He looks up to see Tommy unwrapping the cold medicine he picked up on his way here. He stretches out his injured wrist to Tommy and wiggles his fingers. The pain has dulled to an ache.

“Thanks. For everything. For being here.”

Tommy takes Buck's fingers and bows his head to kiss Buck's exposed knuckles so he doesn't jostle his wrist. “Of course.”

Buck gives him a dopey smile. “Better already.”

For maybe the 1000th time in their seven month long relationship Tommy looks at Buck like he's never been more in love.

[windssong]

snow angel // logan howlett x reader

summary: you try and ask logan out. when did he start making snow angels?

oneshot- a little angst and then just pure fluff.

word count - 1k+

masterlist

The bar was loud. Your heart was beating even louder.

Logan sat at the very end of the counter. His leather jacket hung over his seat. He was trying to light his cigarette. The bartender was telling him to knock it off. He cursed. “What kind of bar doesn’t let you smoke?”

“This one.” The older woman plucked it out of his mouth before he could take the first inhale. He rolled his eyes, sipping on his beer, catching your stare.

You shrug your condolences, face warming up and turned away. You wore your best outfit tonight. One that made you feel confident. And you were going to need all the confidence you could get.

It wasn’t that big of a deal, but you were going to ask him out tonight. After years of lingering glances, flirting on missions, shoulder brushes and hallway conversations, it was well past time. You always thought he’d be the first to initiate any sort of conversation about it. But that never came.

It scared you, making you go through every single interaction you had with him. Did you remember all those moments wrong? Were you really just friends?

No. You weren’t wrong. Something was brewing between the both of you, and you had to be the one that challenged the storm.

Yet, here you were, stuck picking at the wooden board beneath you as you both drank by yourselves.

Underneath all that rough exterior you found a soft man who would do anything for the ones he loved. You saw it in the way he stepped up whenever The X Men needed help. Whenever a student failed, he told them to get back up again.

He was kind. Much kinder than the winter blizzard raging outside. Even if he didn’t always show it, you felt it.

After saving your ass during this afternoons mission, you offered to repay him with a drink. He of course couldn’t say no to that. Especially since you were paying.

That left you in the present, seated across the bar away from him. Alone. There were only a few seats left and none of them were next to each other. So you continued to stir your fruity drink, leg bouncing up and down aggressively.

It couldn't be that hard. You were an adult, god dammit. All you needed was a little drink and you’d be sharp and on your feet, walking over to him. Too bad you were nursing a third.

The man seated next to you shot you a glare, as if he were telling you to stop hitting his seat. You mouthed a couple, “sorrys,” and turned back to Logan.

He was with a woman. A very beautiful woman. She was sitting right by him. Somehow she was able to convince the man next to Logan to switch her seats. The man seemed dejected as her full attention turned to your teammate and friend.

You tried not to give in to the nagging insecurities and the, “I told you sos,” festering in your mind. But then she put her hand over his and he didn’t even bother to move it. He actually smiled a bit. Or was that the alcohol making you see things?

“This was stupid,” you mumbled, wanting to fold into yourself. The room was hot, almost suffocating.

Jackie stopped cleaning out the glasses in her hands and turned to talk to you. “What’s stupid?”

“Nothing, Jackie.”

“The drink I made? You better still give me a tip.”

“Of course I will.” You handed her some cash, not really caring how much you gave her.

She stuffed it into her pocket. “Is everything okay? You’re usually a pain in the ass.”

You scoffed, rubbing your hands together anxiously. The woman was giggling now. You didn't have the strength to see Logan’s reaction. Nor did you want to. “Thanks for that.”

“Hey, I'd take pain in the ass drunk any day over whatever wallowing you’re doing over here. What’s going on?”

You downed your last drink in a few gulps, letting the alcohol sting. “Sometimes you’re just too late is all.”

Then, with a wave goodbye, you put on your coat, and headed back to the car. You’d wait there, see if Logan would come out to greet you with a drunk smile soon to fade due to his regeneration or you’d see his lips stuck to the women in the bar as they stumbled out the door. It hurt to think of the latter.

You sat in the freezing car, hoping the heat would kick in soon. The butterflies you felt when he was showing you how to play pool just an hour ago turned to snakes. Everything was uncomfortable. Your clothes, the weather, the leather seats, the heat finally hitting your cold face. You didn’t want to cry, but those drinks were very unforgiving.

The snow glistened in its furry. It didn’t take its time reaching the ground, it came down with no mercy. The light of Jackie’s Bar was blurry against the tumbling snowflakes. You tried to make out the figure exiting the bar and standing in front of the car. The person moved soon after you could make out the yellow on his jacket.

“What the hell?”

Logan held his arms out in the furious weather, trying to catch snowflakes on his tongue. He shook his head, the white icy dancing off his hair. You could hear him shout something that sounded like your name before he fell onto his back in the powered snow.

You hurried out the car, wondering if Logan was really that drunk or if that even was Logan. But it was. And he was making snow angels. Well, he was trying to at least.

“Is this how you’re supposed to make them?” He moved his feet and hands at the same time but in the same direction, creating streaks on the ground. Nothing an angel would look like. “I’m not doing it correctly, am I?”

The cold nipped at your nose and ears, but the drinks thankfully kept you somewhat warm. You bit your lip. “You’ve never done one before?”

“Nope.” He continued to do every single step wrong and you continued to watch it happen. “This isn’t that fun.”

“When you’re a kid it’s everything.”

He sat up, looking over his shoulder at the work he did. “Well, I’ve been an adult way longer than I ever was a kid.”

“Are you sure about that?”

The snow started to slow down, gently drifting through the wind. Logan rubbed his legs like he was nervous to say something. “Why’d you come out here?”

You swallowed. It was so damn cold. “I could ask you the same thing?”

He shrugged. “Jackie dared me to.”

“Jackie?” You wondered. “Was she finding a way to get you out of her bar? What did you do this time?”

“Nothing.” He scratched the back of his head. “I think she knew I wasn’t really into that lady back there.”

You looked from the bar and back at the man sitting in the snow. “That’s surprising. I thought you two looked cute together.” You wanted to slap yourself. What was this self sabotaging? Maybe you just wanted to rip the bandaid off, finally be free of whatever was happening between the two of you.

Logan let out a laugh, shaking off the snow from his jacket in a pointless attempt. “I think the blizzard has frozen your brain. Just think about what I just said.”

You put your hands up in defense. “Hey, I’m not the one making snow angels well past midnight.”

“It got your attention though.” He pointed out.

You tilted your head to the side in defeat. “You always have my attention.” The filter inside your brain decided not to work apparently. Maybe it was frozen. Your eyes widened at the realization.

“Good.” It was only one word but he said it like it could and would fix anything. “We’re finally getting somewhere.” Logan stood up, inching closer. “I’d like to kiss you now. If that’s okay with you?”

And you nodded. It was the easiest thing in the world to agree too. You were shivering and it was so cold but he asked if he could kiss you and nothing else mattered in that moment.

When his lips finally touched yours it was soft and gentle. He held your cheeks with his fingers, they were surprisingly warm against your cool skin. The kiss grew more intense, the flick of his tongue sliding slowly against your bottom lip. Your hands found his hair, his found your waist. It was a kiss trying to soak up years of missed opportunities. Of late night talkings and infirmary visits. Missions gone wrong, missions gone right.

When you finally parted for air, his hands moved back to your cheeks. He smiled like the smile would never come off his face. “Next time you get jealous, just come and talk to me. You’re fun to talk to. More fun to kiss.”

You rolled your eyes and nodded in reply. “Does this mean alcohol angels next?”

He groaned at the joke, still smiling. “Come on. Let's get in the car before you freeze to death.”

[sweetiesicheng]

mingyu - acting

word count : 1,119

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once you park your car in mingyu's driveway, you have to mentally prepare yourself before going inside. after everything that happened before you left the studio, you aren't sure how to approach anything.

all of a sudden, you hear someone knock on your window and whip your head to see mingyu standing outside of your car.

"open the door," you hear him say.

you open the door and pull your legs out of the car to turn and face him.

"what happened on set?" he asks.

"it's that guy again," you say while crossing your arms. "he was being touchy in our scenes," you mention, "and he was just being weird today in general."

"did you tell someone?"

"yea, but they were all claiming that it made the scene look better. i just can't believe that!" you almost shout. "and i have to be on set at five in the morning with him," you add.

"i'll make a call. let's go inside," mingyu says to you, holding out his hand. you grab your stuff and take mingyu's hand as you get out of your car. "have you eaten yet?" he asks you.

"diet," you answer, leaving mingyu only to sigh.

"but did you eat?" he asks. you shake your head. "i have food in the fridge. let’s cook something," he suggests as you two walk into his home. "do you want to shower? you can wear my clothes," he offers to you.

you drop your belongings on a table and nod. "yea, if you don't mind," you reply.

"go," mingyu gestures with his head.

you leave to go upstairs to take a shower. mingyu waits for you to be out of his view before taking his phone out and calling someone.

"hello? oh director! i'm sorry if i'm bothering you," mingyu says when the call goes through. "how did the rest of filming go tonight? is that so? i'm glad to hear it went well. oh, well...how should i put this... nothing's wrong, but you know that new kid playing the boyfriend of the singer? yea, him. i'd watch him carefully. i was talking to another director, and they weren't happy with how his scenes ended up. just a warning, but i'm sure the scenes under your direction are fine. no, of course. don't go too crazy now, sir. actually, i might be on set early tomorrow. alright, have a good night. get some rest."

mingyu ends the call and starts cooking dinner. you're still taking a shower, trying to calm yourself down before going back downstairs.

after you're done showering, you go downstairs wearing shorts and one of mingyu's shirts. you go into the kitchen and find your boyfriend cooking.

"do you need help?" you ask mingyu. he looks back and smiles at you.

"no, it's okay," he says. "do you need to go over lines or anything?" he asks.

"oh, i should," you reply.

you grab your bag and take out your script. you sit at the countertop and review a few sections while mingyu finishes up cooking.

"you have all your scenes with that guy, right?" mingyu asks as he brings the plated food to the counter.

"huh? yea, i'll just deal with it. it's only for another few days," you say before sighing.

"i called the director," mingyu mentions.

"huh? why?" you ask, "i can deal with it, mingyu," you say to him with a huff.

"i can't help it when my girlfriend is in distress, especially if we're costars," mingyu says to you and starts pouring water into empty glasses. "i'll show that kid that he shouldn't be messing around and that he'll regret it big time."

"mingyu..."

"luckily, my character is intimidating as hell," he adds.

"yea, cause you're just a big puppy in real life."

"babe!" mingyu exclaims. he looks at you as you smile and laugh, realizing that you're starting to feel better after everything that happened earlier.

—

"babe! i got you a gift," he beams at you and hands you a box.

"hm? what is it?" you ask and open the box, to find a bracelet inside. you gasp, "it's so pretty," you say in amazement.

"it took me awhile to pick it out, but i'll buy you a ring later. i just thought this was too pretty to not buy for you," he says to you as he looks at you in adoration.

you look at him, "babe..."

"come on, let's go meet with everyone," he says and takes your hand into his before you two walk off.

"and cut! alright, let's move to the next scene."

you let go of your costar's hand and put the bracelet back in the box. you hand the box to an assistant and wait for the next scene to be set up.

"we did a great job," your costar says, patting your upper back. he leaves his hand on your shoulder, smiling at you.

"yea, glad we're done with this one," you reply before yawning. it's really early, and you're yearning for a cup of tea or coffee.

"you alright? do you want to sit down for a second?" your costar asks.

"oh, i'm okay. it's just too early for me," you reply.

"excuse me." you turn around and see mingyu walking up to you two.

"oh! sunbae!" your costar immediately speaks, "good morning. i didn't expect to see you today."

"good morning," you greet.

"oh, i reserved a coffee truck for everyone since filming started early today. you should get some to wake you up," mingyu says to him.

"i'll gladly take that offer. y/n, want me to get you coffee?" your costar asks you.

"ah, y/n, i already got you one," mingyu says, handing you a cup of coffee.

"thank you, sunbae," you say to him. the cup is warm, which feels nice since there's a bit of a breeze.

"i'll be leaving now," your costar says and hurries to the coffee truck.

you sigh in relief and take a sip of coffee. "thanks," you say to mingyu.

"mhm." mingyu smiles and brings his hand up to put some of your hair behind your ear. "i was waiting to see him in person, but i hate him even more now," he says, talking about your costar.

"well, i can already tell that the director noticed something because some of our earlier scenes were changed a bit," you reply. "thanks for coming by."

"had to be with my girl," he says. "walk with me for a second." the two of you walk off set and find a building and hide from staff. "love you," he says and kisses the top of your head.

"i love you too, mingyu."

[therealbatman111]

Blue Sparks

Fembartender!jinx

I wiped down the counter of The Last Drop, the familiar smell of smoke and alcohol heavy in the air. It wasn’t the cleanest job, but it paid well, and that was all that mattered. The bar was a regular stop for Silco’s crew—a place where plans were made and deals whispered in the dark. I'd worked here forever, but lately... something—or rather, someone—had started to occupy my thoughts.

Jinx.

I wasn’t sure when it started. Maybe it was the first time she burst into the bar, pink and blue smoke following her with that manic grin of hers. Or maybe it was just the way her electric blue hair seemed to glow in the dim light. Every time she walked in, my heart would skip a beat. She was wild, unpredictable—like a bomb about to go off—and for some reason, that drew me in.

Today was no different.

The door creaked as Jinx skipped inside, her eyes scanning the room like a hawk. The smell of paint and gunpowder seemed to follow her, and I could feel the tension in the air. I tried to act normal, but my hands trembled slightly as I grabbed a glass to wipe it down.

"Hey, sugar!" Jinx called, her voice high and full of mischief. "Got any of that juice you always make? You know, the stuff that gets me really wired?" Her eyes locked onto mine as she sits down at the bar resting her head on her chin 

My breath caught. "Of course, Jinx. I’ve got it ready just for you" I chirp, walking to the back to grab the concoction I’d perfected just for her. It was a mix of caffeine and something extra—something that seemed to fuel her chaos. I’d been experimenting with drinks for a long time and it was nice that it was a special thing between me and her

When I handed it to her,our hands brushed sending a shock down my spine.

"Thanks, sugar." Jinx took the drink, and I couldn’t help but notice the way her grin could light up the whole room. I watched her for a second, my heart racing, but she had already turned her attention to something else—a pile of explosives and parts, no doubt plotting her next big thing.

I leaned against the counter, my gaze lingering on her. "Everything okay?" I asked, trying to get her to snap out of her bomb-crafting trance.

She blinked up at me like she’d just realized I was there. "Huh? Oh yeah, all good! Just figuring out what to make next," she said, her voice filled with excitement. But for a second, I saw the exhaustion in her eyes. Maybe she didn’t care about anything—but I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more beneath the chaos.

Jinx took another sip of the drink. "This stuff’s amazing, toots. Seriously, you should sell it. I’m gonna need more of this if I’m gonna get anything done."

I chuckled, shaking my head. "You’ve got more than enough energy already, Jinx. You’re like a force of nature all by yourself."

Jinx laughed, her grin widening. "Isn’t that the point?" She winked, and for a moment, my heart stopped. My chest tightened, and I fought to keep the nervousness from showing.

“You’re really good at what you do, you know that right?” I asked, leaning in a little with a smile hoping i didn’t look too nervous.

Jinx beamed, completely oblivious. “Yeah, I know! That’s why they pay me the big bucks!” She twirled around, her excitement spilling out like always. She didn’t notice the way I was looking at her—the way my heart raced or how I could feel the weight of every moment we shared.

But it didn’t matter. I was just the bartender, and she was Jinx—chaotic, free, and untouchable. No matter how much I wanted to be more than that, I knew better.

"Maybe next shimmer shipment I’ll blow up the whole ship," Jinx said with a laugh, her eyes lighting up with mischief. "That’ll really get people talking!"

"Whatever you say, Jinx," I replied, trying to sound casual, even though I felt a little defeated. "Just... try not to blow up the bar, okay?"

Jinx gave me a salute, her grin wide and her eyes twinkling with excitement. “No promises, sweetheart!”

As she turned to leave, I felt a pang in my chest. It wasn’t that I didn’t love seeing her full of life—it was just that it felt like a lifetime ago when anyone had looked at her like that. She was a storm, and I wasn’t the one who could pull her out of it.

But even as she disappeared out the door, I couldn’t help but hope. Maybe, someday, something would spark between us.

[livesworthlivingau]

Memory of Lost Letters

Spoilers for ISAT and Two Hats below! CW: Panic Attacks, Suicidal/Death Ideation, Unhealthy Obsession, Grief/Loss

Yet another memories chapter! Heavily inspired by this fic I read recently and I realized it would be prime angst to make an LWL version of the idea, 30 years of 'lost letters' to Loop.

("… Hello?… Are you there Loop?… Does this still work?")

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("Thank you again, Loop... I don't know if you can hear me, but I think I can still feel you somehow... I can't wait to see you again, whenever you're ready!")

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("Loop... I understand if you need some time, you can take all the time you need, I'll be there for you whenever you want it... but please say something, anything... I just want to know you're okay...")

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(Sigh)

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("We're gonna be leaving Dormont soon, last chance to come accept everyone's thanks in person, if you want... We're heading to Bambouche so uhh... hopefully we'll see you there if not.")

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("... It still doesn't feel real... leaving Dormont, being out of the loops... I can only imagine how it might feel for you... I miss you Loop...")

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("PLEASE JUST ANSWER ME!! I CAN'T DO THIS WITHOUT YOU!! I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE!!!")

|"Sif, please hold on a second-!"|

("NO! YOU DON'T GET IT!! NO ONE GETS IT!! ONLY THEY DO!!! WHY WON'T THEY ANSWER ME?!?! I KNOW THEY'RE THERE!! WHY-")

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("I can't do this… I can't do this anymore Loop… I don't deserve them, I don't deserve any of this… You do. You should be here, not me… Please come home. Please take it all back… Please…" Stifled sobbing)

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(Deep breath "... I'm sorry Loop, it's been... a lot to deal with... I think I'm doing a bit better now... We met Nille finally, she's really nice, tough too, I think you'd like her." Chuckles "... If you don't want me to call you anymore, all you gotta do is say so, I'd understand, I promise...")

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(Sigh "Thanks again for everything...")

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("Happy birthday Loop!... At least I think it's our birthday, can't know for sure, can we?... I hope it's a good one for you!")

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("Everyone helped me find a therapist, a really nice one too... Would you mind if I... told them... about you? 'Us'? They said it's all confidential, they wouldn't tell anyone else if I don't want them too... It would help me explain everything a bit more to them... I promise I won't tell anyone else, not without you...")

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("I TOLD THEM! I TOLD THEM AND I'M SORRY!!")

...

("... Is it bad that I kinda wanted you to scream at me for that?... at least I'd hear your voice again... They actually recommended that I write letters to you, as a little therapy exercise... I told them I was kinda already doing that, heh... They also said I should start being more true to my feelings and tell people what they mean to me so... I love you Loop... I really hope you're okay.")

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("They're throwing some big gala for the saviors back in Dormont soon. It's gonna be really weird going back there, but I think it might be good for us... You're invited too of course, we wouldn't have saved everyone without you after all! So we'll be back in Dormont in... 33 days, if you're still there or wanna meet up... I love you Loop.")

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("... I'm at the favor tree... I told myself no more wishes... I told myself it's a bad idea and would only bring more pain... b-but..." Heavy sobbing "I-I found a leaf... a-and it looks like you Loop... I just want to see you again... please stop me Loop... please... I-I...")

|"Siiiiiiiif? Siiiiiif, where'd you go?"|

("No... Not now... I need you! YOU PROMISED LOOP! YOU SUPER DUPER PROMISED!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!?!")

|"SIFFRIN?!"|

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("... Why didn't you do it Loop?... Why didn't you kill me?... You should have, you know... You deserve it all, not me... I... I love you Loop...")

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("...")

(Soft snoring)

("Mnffff..." Yaaawwwwn-)

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("Sorry... about the other night... I thought I was doing better but... My therapist warned me it's common to have a relapse now and then, especially so close to the source of trauma... I ruined everyone else's night, I'm sorry I had to ruin yours too... Thank you again Loop, I love you...")

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("Heh... I'm so pathetic Loop... I can't even see a shooting star now without crying... Thought you'd get a chuckle out of that at least... I love you Loop.")

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("Happy birthday Loop! Hehe~! Odile-" Hiccup "Odile bought some reaaally nice Ka Buan liquor, and IIIII'm drunk~!" Hiccup "Heh... Remember how you said you didn't know what you looked like? Well just between you and me... You were reaaaal pretty as a star~." Hiccup "Is it weird that I kinda wanted to kiss you~? Hah! I wonder if it'd tingle... Do you even have a mouth? Heh... I loooove you Loooooop~.")

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("... Stars I really hope you can't actually hear these...")

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(Sigh "Still thinking about you... I love you, Loop.")

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("Happy birthday Loop! So much has been changing around here, I don't know if you really wanna hear about it all, but life's been good! Still think about you a lot though... I'm in Jouvente now if you ever wanna stop by! Just look for the 'Savior's Style' shop and you'll find us! I love you, Loop!")

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("LOOP!?... Loop?... I thought I heard you, are you there?... Was it just a dream?...")

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("Happy birthday Loop. Sorry I haven't been calling more, but I'm sure you're sick of hearing from me anyways. Everyone says hi by the way! I haven't told them your secret, don't worry, but they got curious why I kept sneaking off for a little bit every year, so I told the truth, just a little ritual of mine to stay connected with you in some way... I love you, Loop!")

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("Okay, now!")

{|<=-"HEY LOOP!"-=>|}

("Hehe, everyone wanted to say hi themselves this year! Nille too! I love you, Loop! And happy birthday!")

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("Mmmm.. Happy birthday Loop... Long busy day, so had to sneak it in before bed..." Yaaaaawn "Good night, Loop. I love you...")

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("Happy birthday Loop! You know you're still more than welcome to come visit anytime, right? Just wanted to make sure you knew. I love you!")

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("Happy birthday Loop! I love you!")

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("Happy birthday Loop... I miss you... Love you...")

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("I love you Loop, hope you're having a good birthday.")

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("I hope you're not sick of this yet because you bet I'm gonna do it every year, only way to stop me is to come and make me~! So happy birthday Loop! I love you!")

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("I love you, Loop. Happy Birthday.")

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("Happy birthday Loop... I hope you're doing well, really. I love you, so much Loop.")

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("Happy Birthday Loop... I love you...")

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("... I miss you so blinding much Loop..." Shaky breaths "B-But I think I need to let you go... for both our sakes... I really hope you found the peace you were looking for... I love you, Loop... Happy Birthday...")

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("Loop... It's Odile... She..." Choking up "She's not doing well... I-I don't think she has long left... I-I just thought you should know... I love you, Loop...")

[littlebeluu]

Hi! Hope you're day is going well :)

If it's okay I'd like to request smth for marc, if not just ignore this haha. I actually have a few ideas but just pick the one you like the most :)

1. It's kinda similar to the one you already wrote I guess but reader being insecure cos shes not as conventionally attractive as other wags, like she's not ugly but she's not a model either yk? Maybe also like people online hating on her body and/or weight and she doesn't wanna make a big deal out of it but marc notices and like reassures her and stuff (also in my head, reader is like a really private person who doesnt like a lot of attention, has her social media accounts on private and doesn't post anything except a handful of stories every now and then but that's obvi just me, doesn't have to be like that)

2. Marc reaching reader catalan (in my mind reader can already speak Spanish but that's not a must obvi)

3. Marc teaching reader football and she's just really bad at it haha idk I think it could be cute

4. Height difference (I'm 5'3 haha so this is really a self insert) like maybe reader wearing his clothes for the first time and they're so adorably oversized on her or like just anything about height difference really :)

You can obviously change stuff about the requests if there's anything you don't feel comfortable with or don't like, I don't mind. Sorry if it's too much stuff at once btw, I'm not really good at writing this kinda stuff.

Thanks so much in advance already, I hope you have an amazing day (or night, depending when you're reading this haha)

I'll do other ones too 🫶🏻

I might have some trouble to do the second one cause I also don't speak catalán but I'll try anyway.

"Insecure"

marc guiu x female reader

warnings: none

The car engine hummed softly as Marc and I settled into our seats after training. Our eyes met in the rearview mirror, and I felt a flutter in my chest. Despite the hours apart, his presence still had that effect on me.

"Hey," Marc greeted, his voice warm but tinged with concern.

"Hey," I responded, trying to muster enthusiasm.

Marc's brow furrowed as he studied my reflection. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, forcing a smile. "Yes."

His eyes narrowed, unconvinced. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.

Marc sighed, reaching for the radio. As music filled the car, we drove in silence, the tension palpable. Every few minutes, I caught him glancing at me, worry etched on his face.

"I'm fine," I assured him, though the words felt hollow.

"You're lying," he said softly, his voice a mixture of hurt and frustration.

I hesitated, torn between protecting him from my insecurities and the need to be honest. "It's just..."

"Tell me," he encouraged, his tone gentler now.

"Why do you think I'm upset?" I deflected, buying time.

Marc's eyes softened as he looked at me. "I don't know, but I've noticed you haven't really smiled today. Not your genuine smile, anyway."

"Of course I did," I protested weakly.

"No," he shook his head. "I know you better than anyone else. I can tell when you're feeling down, even if you don't say anything."

His words hung in the air as I struggled to find my voice.

"What's wrong, babe?" Marc pressed, his concern evident. "You're going to tell me, or..." He trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished.

I took a deep breath, feeling tears prick at my eyes. "I'm sorry. It's nothing important."

"It must be something if your smile hasn't been genuine in the past 24 hours."

"Yeah, well..."

"Just say whatever it is," he urged, his voice a mixture of frustration and worry.

"Honestly? People have been saying horrible things about me lately," I admitted, my voice cracking.

Marc's expression darkened. "What? Who?"

"It's okay," I tried to reassure him, wiping away a stray tear. "Really. Just forget about it."

"No," Marc insisted, pulling the car over to the side of the road. He turned to face me fully. "What happened?"

I hesitated, feeling foolish. "It's stupid."

"Just tell me," he pleaded, taking my hand in his.

"Your teammates' girlfriends posted photos with me yesterday," I began, my voice barely audible.

"And?"

"Everyone's saying horrible stuff. Like... like I'm the ugliest and fattest girlfriend."

Marc's face contorted with anger and disbelief. "What? Who's saying this?"

"People online," I mumbled, ashamed of how much it affected me.

"So nobody real?" he asked, his tone softening.

"Well, they could actually exist somewhere," I argued weakly.

"Don't even joke around," Marc frowned. "They don't deserve any importance. You shouldn't read comments under their posts anyway."

I sighed, looking out the window. "I know I shouldn't, but sometimes I can't help it. It's like picking at a scab - you know it's bad for you, but you do it anyway."

Marc's expression softened with understanding. "I get it, but those comments are toxic. They're not worth your time or energy."

"You're right," I admitted, turning back to face him. "I just wish I could stop caring what others think."

Marc reached over and squeezed my hand. "It's not easy, but we'll work on it together. Your worth isn't determined by strangers on the internet."

I took a deep breath, feeling vulnerable. "I guess sometimes those words hurt more than others. Like... maybe I wish I had more confidence. Being known is so overwhelming, and I wish I knew how to get over myself. I guess... I envy the confidence of other girls I meet."

Marc's eyes filled with understanding and love. "You're not ugly nor fat, Y/n. You're beautiful, inside and out."

"I didn't say I was, people said it," I protested weakly.

"But you think it," he said softly, his thumb tracing circles on my hand.

"No," I lied, unable to meet his gaze.

Marc cupped my face gently, forcing me to look at him. "Tell me something, Y/n. When was the last time you read something nice?"

I felt a rush of guilt for worrying him. "Well today, you told me something nice this morning. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sound like such a baby."

"Stop apologizing," he said firmly. "You're beautiful, and I'm so lucky to be your boyfriend. But more than that, you're kind, intelligent, and strong. Those people online? They don't know you. They don't see how you light up a room, how you make everyone around you feel special."

Tears spilled down my cheeks as Marc's words washed over me. He pulled me into a tight embrace, and I buried my face in his shoulder.

"I love you," he whispered into my hair. "Every part of you. And I promise, we'll work on building your confidence together. You don't have to face this alone”

As we sat there, wrapped in each other's arms, I felt a weight lift from my shoulders. The cruel words of strangers seemed to fade away, replaced by the warmth of Marc's love and support.

"Thank you," I murmured, pulling back to meet his gaze. This time, my smile was genuine.

Marc leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a soft, tender kiss. It was gentle and reassuring, conveying all the love and support he had for me. As we parted, he rested his forehead against mine, our breaths mingling.

I reached up, running my fingers through his hair before pulling him in for another kiss, this one deeper and more passionate. When we finally broke apart, we were both slightly breathless.

Marc started the car again, but before pulling back onto the road, he turned to me with a mischievous grin. "Now, how about we go get some ice cream and plot our revenge on those haters"

I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in days. "Ice cream, yes. Revenge... maybe we'll save that for another day."

As we drove off, hand in hand, I realized that while I couldn't control what others said about me, I could choose to surround myself with love and positivity. And with Marc by my side, I felt ready to face whatever challenges came our way.

Before we reached the ice cream shop, Marc pulled over once more. He cupped my face gently and gave me one last, lingering kiss. "You're beautiful," he murmured against my lips. "Inside and out. Don't ever forget that."

I smiled into the kiss, feeling truly loved and cherished. With Marc's support and these tender moments, I knew I could overcome any insecurity. We drove on, looking forward to our ice cream date, our hands intertwined and hearts full of love.

[hellyeahsickaf]

Abled people don't fucking get it.

You don't get to imply I'm living some kind of "forever vacation". It's perpetual pain. If you see me doing something I enjoy, it's not because it's what I'd rather be doing than being "productive". I fucking miss the gym but things like video games are just a much more accessible activity these days. I'm not "lounging", I don't get a break from the pain just that sometimes I'm able to take my mind off of it

Unemployment isn't some kind of break or excuse to not participate in society (capitalism is garbage but being disabled=/=unemployed for the hell of it). For reasons, I fell behind in school, bad. But I got myself a diploma equivalent and finally felt I'd chosen the line of work I wanted. I had connections, opportunities. I had fibro and some fatigue (unknowingly CFS as that was manageable) but I was getting PT and managing it as best I could. All I needed was to take courses and I was ready for that even with the difficulty of my then undiagnosed ADHD.

And then I got sick, really sick. Worst mono infection my doctor had ever seen due to medical neglect, Shoutout to those shitty CVS minute clinics. It made my ME/CFS so much worse, I was stuck in bed all the time before getting put on Adderall for my then newly diagnosed ADHD. Then I thought the fatigue was finally healing and a side effect of Adderall was a huge crash and wave of fatigue. No it turns out when it wore off I just felt the fatigue again lmfao

I was told I'd be better within 6 months. Okay so I can opt for the Spring semester, no big deal. 8 months go by, a year, a year and a half. I waited and waited. Hoping that "when I get better" I could be caught up with everyone else I knew my age. That was over 7 years ago. Do people think I wanted that all taken from me? To get progressively worse and worse?

Do they think loss of agency is something I enjoy? Needing help, being unable to drive, to enjoy my old hobbies, cook for myself regularly? I've been accused of enjoying this and not wanting to get better as if this hasn't put my head in very dark places. Sometimes I feel like I see a way out of this and it isn't recovery. They don't get it. I don't enjoy being heavily medicated but I know I need to be. I don't enjoy having things purchased for me because I want more financial independence. I don't enjoy feeling like a leech, actually.

It's not a vacation, it's hell. You can go on about how much more exhausted you are because you work or whatever but the thing is I don't need a job to feel what you feel after working. I feel like I worked a 12 hour shift after taking a shower on some days, no exaggeration. You can't compare your able bodied exhaustion to the effects of a chronic illness that fucks you up without you needing to work a full time job. This is my full time job and it wasn't the one I was hoping for exactly

[project-sekai-news]

The Pegasus - An Interview

Welcome back to PJSK News! I'm your host, Tenma Saki, and because Hoshino couldn't be here today, I have brought a special guest! Special guest, how about you introduce yourself?

Good evening, everyone! I am Tenma Tsukasa, a world star! Many of you know me by my stage name, the Pegasus!!! Saki here is actually my little sister!

Hehe, Onii-chan, no headpats on camera! Anyway.. I have all the interview questions right here! Are you ready?

More than ready! Shoot!

Okay! First question: Tumblr user @sillystringstar asked: "Dear, Pegasus, why the horse name?"

That's an easy one! My surname, Tenma, means 'pegasus!' Therefore, I thought it only fitting to use that as my stage name!

I knew that one! Hehe, then I could use that as my pen name whenever I write articles! ..On second thought, that might be a little confusing.

Let's see, the next question is.. by @ithappenedonroute66 !! "If you are a star, then are you the sun and going to explode in the far future?"

E-er, you see, I'm not that kind of star! I'm a great and talented performer kind of star! BUT! I will explode in a blaze of glory in the future! You'll see, Saki, and uh.. it-happens-route-6!

I'll be waiting! ... user @agoist asked, "Why did you make that young girl cry by yelling “Dance and Sing” at her?"

Wh-where'd you here that from?! Ahem, I mean, the problem is solved! The girl was looking for her mom, is all! With Rui's help, the girl found her mom safe and sound, so you needn't worry about anything!

We're just going to ignore the fact that I blabbed.. next question, by @crime-soncloud! "Pegasus, what are your thoughts on the work of this news network, and what do you feel should be reported on more?"

This is a brilliant news network, run by my dear sister Saki and her friends! I try my best to listen to every single one of their reports! ..Though I haven't listened to the one about Akito yet! I've been a bit busy lately...

As for what should be reported on! I believe everything Saki and her friends report on needs their full attention! That being said, I recommend other Sekai's! So far, PJSK News has only reported on evnets happening around Shibuya Sekai, so if they could branch off to other Sekai's, I think that would be very cool!

Ooh, good idea! I'll talk to Ichi about that! Uh - also, the Akito going to jail one isn't that big of an event, haha..! There's no need for you to watch it!

Oh, really? Well, whatever you say, Saki!

Hehe, great! This next one is by.. @ova-kakyoin !! "what is your favorite part of performing? other than people smiling and having fun watching of course."

Hmm.. I'd say getting to know my fellow actors better! You mustn't only care for your audience! The wellbeing of the people you're performing with is also very important!

Well said! Okay.. user @sanri0add1ct asked, "dear Pegasus, why do you call your lunch a luncheon?"

Ah! 'Tis a name only fit for the glorious lunch eaten by the Pegasus!

You always put so much care into the lunches you make for yourself and me! Thank you, Onii-chan!

Anything for you, Saki! What's the next question?

Mm.. @25jpeg is wondering, "dear Pegasus what's your deal with Kamishiro?"

Ah, Rui! Hmm.. I'm not too sure what you mean by that!

Of course you know what they mean! Hm, like.. how he's always teasing you! Or.. oh! I heard from Toya that he sometimes sees the teachers chasing you two around the school~! Ooh, or maybe when you were rehearsing Ro -

Wait a minute! Where did you hear this?!

Well, I picked up the teasing one by myself, and like I said, Toya told me about how the teachers chase you two...

Ugh.. to think my wonderful fans would take our relationship like this..

Time for me to clear things up! ..Everyone, Rui is not bullying me!

...Huh..?

There! Now people won't think Rui is being mean! Rui is my great friend!

Onii-chan... hm. Don't worry everyone, he'll realize his feelings soon enough!

..My feelings..?

Anyway, next question~! @calleigator asked, "Mr. Pegasus Tenma, what are your thoughts on the ongoing apple pie thefts and what are you going to do about it?"

The apple pie thefts? Ah, I remember you and Hoshino reporting on this! I hope the thief will stop stealing apple pies and instead be a good citizen and pay for everything that they stole!

That's a lot of money to pay considering how many pies they stole...

But stealing is no good! As the Pegasus and a world star, I should be setting a good example for all the young children out there! Everyone, if you're listening, don't steal!

Aw, you're such a good influence! That's my brother for you!

Haha! You're a great sister too, Saki!

Ahem.. "Dearest Pegasus, your light shines brighter than any other. What do you plan to do about those who melt in your presence?" - asked by @monkie-see-monkie-do!

Melt in my presence..? Ah, I see, they melt because of my greatness! Well, my marvelous fan, if you melt in my presence, no need to panic! My light revives as well as melts!

Ooh, great answer! This next question is the last one, by @closegamecamo !! "Pegasus, what are your thoughts on those fake insects at stores?"

Fake insects..? Ugh, why would you ask me that.. er, I don't even remember what they look like!

That's fine! I brought one here with me just in case!

You wha - aaAAAAAAGGH!!

Haha, Onii-chan! It's just a caterpi - ahh, he fell down!

Eek! T-Tenma-senpai..? Is he okay?

Don't worry about it, Kohane! He'll be fine.. probably..

ONII-CHAN! The interview's still going!

..urk...

Ah, maybe it's a good time to stop..

Bye everyone! I hope your questions were answered by the great and glorious star, Tenma Tsukasa, the Pegasus! Let's keep this little incident between us, 'kay? Bye bye~!

..ugh.. aah, wait! Farewell, my wonderful fa - !

[enha-roza]

THE ACCIDENTAL KISS

Sunghoon x 8thmember!oc

synopsis : The time when Roza and Sunghoon accidently kissed.

wc : 0.8k

Heeseung, Sunghoon and Roza were sat on live talking to fans. It had been a couple months since their debut and they were still very new to going live. As Heeseung was reading comments out loud he read one calling Roza pretty. “Wow, Roza is so pretty!! Please marry me!”. “No you can't marry her!” Heeseung said jokingly. Roza leaning over Sunghoon's shoulder whispered “I don't think I'm that pretty…”. Sunghoon in shock at this statement whipped his head around to say otherwise and before he knew his lips were on Roza’s. 

Both pulled back in surprise and just stared at each other in shock. “What happened?” Heeseung questioned as both sat there with wide eyes. “Nothing…” Roza whispered as a blush rose to her cheeks, finger tips grazing her lips. Sunghoon, who himself had turned quite red, touched his lips softly before quietly giggling to himself. Heeseung who had now seen what happened after watching the playback just laughed at the twos awkwardness. “Ya, your lips touched!” he said shocked as the two got more embarrassed. After a couple more awkward minutes they carried on with their live. 

Soon the trio arrived at the dorms after finishing their remaining schedules. As Sunghoon sat down on the couch Heeseung sat down beside him. “You okay?”. Heeseung questioned. “Yea, i'm good”. “You look like you're thinking about a lot?”. “Yea.. maybe something is on my mind?”. “What?”. “Ummm.. I don't know how to explain it…”. “Just say it, get it off your chest!” Heeseung encouraged as Sunghoon looked down at his hands. “Is it weird that I enjoyed when Roza and I kissed, even if it was accidental?”. Sunghoon saw as Heeseung's eyes slowly got bigger at his confession. “Umm. honestly no. I think that's a totally normal reaction. I mean she's pretty, who wouldn't be happy to kiss her” Heeseung said, making Sunghoon feel better about his confusion. “I'll be the first to say I wouldn't mind kissing her”. Heeseung said giggling as Sunghoon nodded his head in agreement. A small smile on his face, almost happy that he ‘kissed’ Roza first. 

“I'm sorry to interrupt but did you just say you would kiss Roza if you had the chance” Jake said suddenly appearing in the doorway. “Jeez dude, don't scare us like that… thought you were Roza” Heeseung said trying to deflect. “Don't deflect, you just said you would kiss Roza if you had the chance!”. “I only said that because Sunghoon already kissed her!”. Heeseung whispered back, scared someone else would hear them. “Sunghoon what!”. “We were on live today and they accidentally kissed”. Sunghoon remembering the feeling of Roza’s soft lips quickly brushing his, leaving him blushing all over again. 

“Their lips brushed. No big deal” Heeseung said, almost getting defensive. “No way you're getting jealous right now!” Jake teased as Heeseung grew red. “Not like you wouldn't kiss her. I bet you would love to kiss her!” Heeseung said back in defense. “Of course I would! I'd do it in a heartbeat! But you don't see me getting all jealous, if anything I'm happy for Sunghoon. He's got a one up on you now loverboy!” Jake laughed as his comment got both boys blushing even harder as they knew it was the truth. 

“What's so funny?”. The room went silent as Roza walked in and sat down with the boys. “Nothing, just chatting…” Jake said, holding back a grin as Heeseung and Sunghoon start looking a bit pale, scared Jake was gonna say something incriminating. “Just boy talk…” Heeseung said unconvincingly. “Real gross stuff…” Sunghoon added on trying to get her to leave. “Ewww, I'm gonna leave you guys to do that then” Roza said as she got up, going to her and Sooyoung's shared Room. “This doesn't leave the three of us!” Heeseung said as the other two boys nodded in agreement.

Even later when Sunghoon was brushing his teeth, Roza joined him in the bathroom to do her nighttime skincare. Sunghoon again, very aware of the closeness between them, slightly stepped away. “Is something wrong? Did I do something?”. “What no, no I just…” Sunghoon’s voice was quiet as he contemplated confessing to Roza about how he felt earlier. “Can I be honest with you?”. “Yea what's up?” Sunghoon’s head finding ways to put this so she's not weirded out. “I don't even know if you would count when we kissed as a kiss”. He continued as the signature blush and shy smile came over him. 

“You liked it?” Roza smiled back as she cut him off. “Well.. well i guess… yea” He said fighting his smile as it slowly grew bigger. “Good… because i didn't mind it ya know” She smirked as her eyes watched him before she slipped out of the bathroom leaving Sunghoon smiling like an idiot, just thinking about her lips on his.

a/n : just a quick little story about the Roza and Sunghoon live kiss 😘🤭

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

You've Got Some Nerve Trying to Buy Me

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors and inaccuracies.

Not proofread.

(Spending an entire day with the winning bidder!?)

Merchant 1: "I see, an auction. That's fair."

Merchant 2: "This is getting quite interesting."

The merchants were all in agreement, and I was the only one panicking.

(W-What should I do!?)

Silvio: "But I don't want money. Bring me what I want the most right now."

Silvio: "Whoever can provide that will win the bid."

(This has turned into a big deal.)

About an hour after the party ended, I was sitting on my bed, holding my head.

The traveling merchants were given a place to stay at the villa, and tonight, I'll also be staying in the guest room.

(The auction is tomorrow night.)

(If I can't prepare what Silvio wants by then, I won't be able to spend his birthday with him.)

(But what does he want the most?)

Emma: "........"

(No use, I need to get some fresh air.)

I was about to leave the room but hesitated at the last moment.

(Yeah, I should at least put on my wig.)

I quietly walked down the hallway and heard a familiar jingling sound approaching from ahead.

(Is that...?)

Silvio: "Hm?"

Just as I thought, it was Silvio and Carlo walking down the hallway.

Silvio: "Where do you think you're going?"

Silvio: "You're not going to run away with your tail between your legs, are you?"

Emma: "No, I was just going to get some fresh air."

Silvio: "Is that so?"

Silvio: "Carlo, you go ahead. I have something to discuss with this female merchant."

Carlo: "Great! You're finally willing to have a proper conversation."

Carlo: "Even about the letters—"

Silvio: "You really want your research funding cut, huh?"

Carlo: "Sorry, sorry, never mind! Take your time!"

Carlo bowed repeatedly as he passed by, then hurried away like a rabbit.

(Letters?)

I was curious about what Carlo was about to say, but more than that, I was excited to see him for the first time in five days.

Emma: "I missed you. Are you okay? I heard you were busy."

Silvio: "Ha! You're talking like you're my fiancée. If you're going to make a move, you'll have to do better than that."

Emma: "What?"

Silvio: "What's with that face? You're a merchant, remember?"

(That's right. Right now, I'm not Emma. I'm just a merchant.)

(Emma is forbidden from approaching the villa, so I have to play the part properly.)

(But why is he trying to keep me away so much?)

(Sure, I'd be a distraction to the negotiations, but I feel there's more to it than just that.)

Silvio: "Looks like you still haven't prepared anything."

Silvio: "Talking big and failing to win me would be so damn funny."

Emma: "Don't worry. There's still time until tomorrow night."

Emma: "I’ll get what you want most and win your birthday."

Before I could finish my sentence, I found myself cornered against the wall.

Emma: "P-Prince Silvio?"

Leaning against the wall, Silvio cut off my escape route and slowly brought his face closer.

(H-He's so close!)

Maybe it was the fact that five days had passed since we saw each other, but my heart was pounding like crazy.

Emma: "T-There are important people here, you know? Are you sure this is okay?"

Silvio: "What, didn't you come here to seduce me?"

As if provoking me, his face drew even closer.

(That's how you want to play it, huh?)

Emma: "Take this!"

I hugged him tightly, and his face immediately turned red.

Silvio: "Don't cling to me, idiot! Let go!"

Emma: "Nuh-uh!"

Silvio: "Ha?"

Emma: "Just as you said, I'm seducing you. I won't let go until you tell me what you want."

Silvio: "This is the worst seduction attempt ever."

Emma: "But you're flustered, so it's working."

Though I tried to appear strong, the moment I felt his heartbeat and body heat, the loneliness I had been holding back overflowed like a dam.

(Of course, I want to know what he wants, but more than that, I just can't bear to let go of him after so long.)

(If I could, I'd stay like this with him forever.)

Silvio: "Geez, that's not the face of someone trying to seduce."

He pulled me away sharply and suddenly lifted my chin.

(Ah…)

As our faces drew closer,

Silvio: "........."

He turned away just before our lips could touch.

Silvio: "You'll never be able to get what I want."

Silvio: "The other merchants might have a slight chance, but for you, it's impossible."

Silvio: "At least, not as you are now."

("Not as I am now?")

Silvio: "Well, do your best."

Silvio: "If you can buy my precious time, that is."

He turned on his heel and walked away. For a brief moment, his profile seemed like he was going through something.

(That expression.)

(Could it be that what he wants is...)

The following night—

As Silvio had declared, the auction to win his birthday was underway.

Merchants and nobles from all over had gathered, filling the venue with an intense, almost oppressive heat of competition.

Amidst this, I participated in the auction as a "merchant," just as I had the day before.

With what he wants most in hand.

Silvio: "Alright, let's see what ya all brought."

Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ Part 3 ╎ Part 4

[darksturnioloqueen]

TreeHouse - Chapter 16

"You've been spending an awful lot of time in the treehouse lately."

Summary: Sienna slips up.

"If you don't try, you will never know."

⚠️This Fic Series will NOT be for people with triggers. This Fic Series will have very descriptive moments of abuse.⚠️

Please Read At Your Own Risk.

⚠︎Trigger Warning: angst, threatening, anxiety, lying, being uncomfortable, mention of bruising and blood, cut lip, mention of being punched, pushing self boundaries, sad shit. ⚠︎

Sienna's POV:

After Chris ran off, I knew I had pushed him too far. I felt horrible. I also wasn't sure how I felt about myself. I loved Chris; that was always a given, but did I love him? When I kissed him, all I could think of was the boy who abandoned me, and I had grown to despise him for it. But that boy wasn't Chris. Chris wanted to kiss me back. Chris wanted me to. I pushed the double door to the library out of my way. His blue eyes locked on mine, and his smile grew.

"Hey."

"Hey, can I talk to you?" I was playing a dangerous game, but I needed more answers than Chris was willing to give me. I also didn't want to keep pushing him too far.

"Yeah, of course." Matt pulled out the chair for me to sit in. I set my bag on the table and swallowed hard. I could already feel the regret for this idea settling in the pit of my stomach.

"It's hard to -" I felt myself choking.

"It's okay, Si. You can talk to me about anything." There was a moment in his voice when I believed him. I felt like I could. But he didn't know that I knew. He wasn't aware of what I was about to say or all of the things I wanted to say.

"Are you related to Chris?" I avoided looking at him as best as I could, but eventually failed. He was stiff. I felt like I needed to explain why I was asking. "I got paired with him for a school project and I -"

"Yes, he is Nick and I's long-lost brother. We don't talk about it." He lied, which I figured he would. Why wouldn't he?

"Long lost?" I played into his cover story.

"Yeah. He disappeared when he was young, and we were recently reunited. It's weird for us, so we don't discuss it. We are still trying to understand it all." His voice was so genuine, I almost wanted to question Chris now.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to -" I wanted to end this conversation as quickly as I started it.

"It's fine. Just don't tell anyone." His hand gripped the back of the wooden chair, trapping me. His piercing eyes were glaring at me. This was a threat.

"No, I would never," I whispered. The bell rang, saving me from this uncomfortable situation I put myself in.

"Want me to walk you to class?" He asked, standing up, grabbing his things. I watched him closely.

"Uh, yeah." I raised my voice, trying to sound normal. I couldn't let him know he got inside my head. We walked the halls, and everyone stared at us. Being with Thee Matthew Sturniolo was a big deal. He was the one everyone wanted, but only one person was allowed to have him, me. I mentally cursed Julia for getting me into this situation. It was her note that sparked his interest in me. He dropped me off and kissed me on the cheek. I brushed it off with a forced giggle, only because I didn't want him to kiss me ever again. The way Chris tried to kiss me was better; it meant more to me.

School finished up, and I didn't see Chris once. It always worried me. It sent my mind into a dizzy spiral of what-ifs, and none of the what-ifs were good. I got on the bus and sat next to AK.

"What's new?"

"Matt and I are good." I lied immediately. We were far from good. For all of five seconds, I might have believed him about Chris being a long-lost brother, but then he made a very clear threat againstme. I couldn't bear the thought of pursuing him, knowing what he does to Chris.

"Ohhh." He gave me a slight shove, and I flinched. "I hope it works out. Cause lord knows I'd do anything to get -"

"Nick." We both said at the same time with differing tones.

"You can't tell me that man doesn't just ravish you in bed." AK gushed. He never missed a chance to talk about the Sturniolo twins. Triplets?

"I'll text you," I said, getting off the bus and walking away from him quickly. I made it home, shut the door behind me, and sighed.

"Rough day at school?" I opened my eyes to see both my parents staring at me with expressions that were odd.

"Yeah." I sighed again as I walked into the kitchen. My mom started getting me a snack from the fridge.

"We are going to a work meeting tonight. Are you going to be okay?"

"Yes, Dad." I smiled, knowing it meant I didn't have to worry about them seeing Chris. I knew he wasn't ready for it, and I wasn't really sure how to explain it to him yet. "I think I'm going to do some homework in the treehouse." I said in a nonchalant manner, grabbing the plate with my snack.

"Honey, are you okay?"

"You've been spending an awful lot of time in the treehouse lately."

"Yeah, I just got reminded how special it was." I immediately thought of Chris.

"Okay." My mom had a skeptical look.

"Okay." I accidentally gave her a little attitude. I just needed to get all my thoughts straight, and it was hard doing that, feeling like everyone was watching me and judging my every move. I left and went into my room to change into something comfortable for the treehouse. I grabbed a book and my phone to take with me for something to do. Once I crawled up the wooden ladder, I sat in my designated spot. I sighed a different kind of sigh—one of relief. Something about being back in the treehouse evoked a sense of nostalgia. I felt like myself again. I was always myself with my friends, but the piece of me I left here was slowly reattaching back to me, and I couldn't explain how it truly felt. I started playing some tranquil music on my phone and reading. After a while, my parents interrupted my reading to let me know they were leaving. I hollered back and then looked at the time. It was getting late. I felt that same sense of worry from whenever I didn't catch a glimpse of him at school. I kept reading to distract myself, waiting. After clearing several chapters in my book, I lay down on the matted rug. I felt my eyes starting to get droopy, waiting.

"Nessie?" I fluttered my eyes open.

"Chris?" I whispered.

"You fell asleep. Why are you out here?" I sat up and looked around. I settled my gaze on Chris's face. His lip was split with fresh blood dripping. His eyes were dark. His cheeks were pink.

"Chris," I said, focusing on his face more.

"I'm sorry it took so long. I -"

"What happened?" I asked, sitting up and really looking at him. I wanted to know, but I didn't. It was a weird feeling. I wanted to know everything, but at the same time, my heart couldn't take the truth.

"Why are you still out here?" He asked again, avoiding my question. I huffed, annoyed with the circles.

"I was waiting for you," I answered first. "Now, tell me what happened to you?" He looked down, ashamed. "Chris?" I whispered. His head slowly lifted again.

"Matt was angry about something." My breathing stopped. Could it be me talking to him today? Talking about Chris?

"Is it bad?" I wasn't sure what else to say. I felt the ache in my hands from wanting to reach out and grab his face and hold him, but I knew better.

"No, just some punches. It didn't last long." Chris looked around the treehouse, and I saw his shoulders visibly relax.

"Calming isn't it?" I chuckled, knowing he was feeling the same relief I felt from being back in here.

"Safe." He was short, but I knew what he meant. The treehouse was a safe space for him. After a long silence, I spoke up.

"I won't kiss you unless you ask." I just wanted to let him know I respected him. I knew he was unsure of his boundaries, and I didn't want to be the one to push him. "We can go at your pace," I reassured him. I personally had no experience with a situation as sensitive as this. I needed to be careful. He nodded in understanding.

"Can we... try again?" He finally let his eyes meet mine.

"Are you sure?" I asked. I wanted to kiss him more than anything. My stomach was twisting thinking about it.

"Just don't touch me." His voice was very serious. I moved over to him and sat down carefully in front of him. He lifted himself to his knees and looked at me. Since I was closer, I could see more bruising and his split lip more clearly. He leaned in first, so I knew he felt comfortable. His slow movement was building the flutter in my gut.

"Are you sure?" I had to ask again. I couldn't imagine him feeling uncomfortable because of me. He moved his lips closer to mine and pressed them lightly. I saw him close his eyes, feeling every push his lips started pining for. I closed my eyes and felt my breath being stolen. This was how it was supposed to be. This time, Chris took his hand and cupped my jawline firmly. "Okay," I whispered. I wasn't sure if I was asking him if he was or if I was telling him I was. Chris pulled me up to his level. I noticed a slight metallic taste invading my mouth. He was really into this. I felt him brush my hair out of the way. He was pushing his boundaries for me. I lifted my hands and grabbed his waist. He immediately pulled back and shoved me away. "Fuck. I'm sorry." I stuttered. "Did I hurt you?" I asked, worried I just ruined this moment, too.

"No. No. I'm fine." Chris mumbled. "It's late. I should go." He started leaving the treehouse. I was starting to learn one thing: I couldn't keep him here. I couldn't make him stay.

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First question was, if you have an ao3 acc and if ur ok disclosing it cause I'd love to read ur work. If not, I understand though.

But I did wanna request headcanons about the guys realizing they like marshmellow. How they act and their internal dialogue. Mainly want Nimh, Volks, Eli, Anon, Scale, Cole, Cashew, Poe and Seth. If you've already done some of them, then I apologize. Take ur time of course, and don't worry abt doing anything you don't want to.

Nimh: It's a happy realization and it comes pretty quickly. Probably after that first kiss where you partially change him back, something clicks for him and all the pieces fall into place and he realizes his feelings. It's a good thing for him. He's actually pretty giddy about it!

Volks: Volks is in denial for the longest time. Even after he knows on some level that he likes you, he's still in denial about admitting it or acting on it, even though he's already starting to act different around you. He's actually a little scared. Once he finally let's himself admit it, he's not sure how to proceed from here. It actually causes a lot of conflict for him internally-- it's all worth it in the long run for him, but it's kind of a mess on his end at the start.

Kelby: I think he knows it before he knows it ya know???? Like he's aware he's crushing before he even thinks the words. Once he realizes he's all focused in on winning you over! ...somehow. Okay he needs a game plan, but he's got this!

Eli: He gets crushes like he breaths air so him crushing on you was no big deal to him. The amount he realized it was different though, he kinda slowed his roll a little bit. He didn't pull back or anything, and he still acted like everything was normal, but he got really contemplative over it all. He ultimately decided he's gonna ride it out and see where this all goes, and if you end up being his end game, he'd be very VERY okay with that

Anon: I think Anon was a little in denial too but not the way or level Volks was. He tries to approach everything logically and feelings don't always mesh with logic. He needed to figure out how to approach this but low key, when he noticed he was getting a little better with his life and coming out of his shell more and being more willing to find a balance, he fully decided that no matter the outcome, you were a good influence on his life and he's happy to have you around. He just really appreciates your presences in his life honestly. Not that he would tell you that... at least not at first... >.>;;;

Garret: Garret kind of just lets his feelings happen. He don't fret about any of it too much, he just enjoys how happy you make him and tries to make you happy in return! He's a simple dude and believes love is simple too!

Dmitri: Similar to Eli he catches feelings like no one's business. But when he starts to notice how much more intense he has them for you, it does make him pause a bit-- THEN PROCEED TO THROW HIMSELF IN THERE WITH GUSTO! This! This must be the love he's been waiting for his whole life! Look out his darling beloved, HERE HE COMES!

Ichiban: Not so much denial as it is avoidance. Not that he avoids you, he's just trying to ignore the clear dokis he's been feeling. He just ignores and ignores until he can't any longer. It's a little embarrassing for him, he won't lie. But the heart wants what it wants and when has he ever not been up for a challenge!

William: plays the whole thing cool cause it is cool. He's very at peace with his feelings and is mature enough to realize that if you don't accept them, it's not the end of the world. That being said, you do still give him butterflies, don't get it twisted.

Myx: Excited and scared and a whole lot of nervous. Plays it as cool as possible but you make his heart do all kinds of wild flips and he's really hoping you feel the same.

Stirling: A weird mix of denial, avoidance and accepting it all at once. He's had many suitors before, and has had many a lover, so when he starts to fancy you it's not that big a deal! At first... but then he notices just HOW MUCH he likes you and he starts to panic a little. (not a lot, just a little!) so he just ignores the feelings and denies to himself how much he's feeling until it eventually builds into a daring confession of his love. He's very swooning and brooding that one

Scale: DENIAL DENIAL DENIAL! Don't be ridiculous! He's not the swooning sort who falls into all that wishy washy lovey dovey crap! He's a trained killer with a good head on his shoulder! But why can't he stop thinking about you?? or get that cute smile of yours out of his head... THIS HAS TO BE SOME KIND OF TRICK! Well, HE'S not gonna fall for it! ...But maybe he should still check on you. Ya know-- just in case...

Sven: He doesn't notice the feelings at first but when he does he accepts them right away and little changes other than he gets a lot more flirtatious and a little bit softer

Cole: OOOOH BOY. This one. Homie has some MAJOR inner conflict to settle before he's ready to confess ANYTHING. At first you were just a curiosity. A little thing that caught his interest. A fun distraction that he needed cause he was getting BORED. But then he started noticing you more often. Thinking of you more often. No-- thinking of you always. He can't get you out of his head! You're haunting him! He falls from curiosity to obsession so subtly even he didn't notice the slip. But now that he has you in his system, he can't be without you. I HAVE to make them MINE. You HAVE to be his. There's no other way. He's not 100% sure how he got here, but he doesn't intend to leave, nor does he intend to let you go...

Poe: he tried halfheartedly to fight it at first. Falling in love felt so cliche. But the butterflies in his stomach made him not care. He accepts his feelings almost as quickly as they dawned on him in the first place. He's not sure he has a chance, but he's enjoying your mere existence either way

Cashew: Those dokis sucker punched him something fierce. He didn't mean to catch them but once they're there, he had to at least try and win you over. He's no romance hero, but maybe, just maybe, you could grow to feel the same about him as he does about you!

Seth: The dokis creep up on him, and he's slow to act once he realizes they're there. He's not fool enough to deny them out right, but he's also not fool enough to throw himself into a fling on a whim. He's gonna sit, bid his time, figure out how to approach this

Reece: Another of the doesn't notice them at first squad. I think when he does he gets p nervous I won't lie. Not super nervous around you persay, but dating when you're a time traveler can be.... tricky. He needs to figure out some logistics before he tries to smooch you

Logan: Is excited and nervous and excited and pumped and EXCITED when he realizes he has feelings for you. He's pretty optimistic in generally and he has a good feeling about you and a good feeling about you both so like-- yeah, he's gonna go for it! Though, maybe he should wait till he's not part otter first...

Aki: A mix of notices and accepts his feelings right away but also doesn't notice. He pretty quickly starts acting like he has a big fat crush in you before he even fully thinking the thought 'I have a big fat crush on them', but he doesn't care, cause he DOES have a crush on you and why wouldn't he?? You're great! And why shouldn't he act on it??? He's great! And together, you'd be great together! Also you're smile is really cute so he's going for it! Look out world, here comes lover boy Aki!

Haru: OH BOY. I have talked at LENGTH as to how this idiot catches feelings and is low key ruined by it. but okay, so AHEM. At first he's got feelings the way he's always go feelings. In the shallow, fleeting, hit and run kinda way. He wants to romance and bed you but he low key wants to romance and bed anyone remotely hot and you're definitely hot so, yeah checks out! BUT THEN--- it's sort of a mix of slowly dawning on him and hitting him out of nowhere, but he starts to realize he's got like--- FEELINGS FEELINGS for you. Like this may go deeper than just playing around, he's starting to get serious. And it SUPER throws him for a loop. He's off his game, doesn't know what to do, he's got a million lines but all of them are corny mindless drivel-- THAT HE'S ALREADY THROWN AT YOU, MIND-- so basically he's fucked. He's a play boy who played himself and now he's not sure how to proceed without sounding insincere so now he's having to double down, be honest and hope to the GODS you believe him when he says how into you he is. Lord have mercy, this man's in for a roller coaster.

Fuyu: The feelings dawn on him slowly and he's in denial about it THE WHOLE TIME. It's absurd! For a great many number of reasons! Least of that he does not 'catch feelings' or 'get dokis'. He is the mighty and fearsome leader of the winter clan! He has slain thousands! He-- maybe never realized how Not A Flex that last bit is... he maybe has a lot of thinking to do... about you, about himself-- about everything. Uh--- D-DON'T THINK HE'S DONE WITH YOU THOUGH! IT'S STILL FOOLISH TO ASSUME HE WOULD COME TO CARE FOR YOU IN SUCH A WAY! But he has come to care so maybe if you wanna sit with him a while... that would be okay he guesses.... FOR NOW.... anyways....

Ace: Catches feelings so fast, clocks them right away, very nervously and anxiously tries to figure out how he wishes to proceed. HE'S VERY GAME REGARDLESS THOUGH!

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Wedding Invitations

Summary: You and Your husband sit down to make your wedding invitations, and of course sign each and every one

(Gi-hun, Young-il, Sang-woo, Gyeong-seok)

Warnings: None

GI-HUN

You and Gi-Hun sat at the kitchen table, the soft hum of the radio playing in the background as you spread out the stack of wedding invitations. The pile seemed endless, but there was a special kind of excitement in the air.

"Okay, we just have to sign all these," you said with a grin, lifting a pen.

Gi-Hun chuckled, looking at the mountain of envelopes in front of you both. "I didn't realize we'd be signing our lives away... quite literally."

You nudged him playfully. "It's for our wedding, not a contract."

He raised an eyebrow. "Isn't marriage kind of a contract?"

"Well... yes," you teased, "but you signed up for it willingly."

"True," he smiled, looking over at you with affection. He picked up the first invitation and signed his name with a flourish. "You know, this feels like a big deal. It's really happening."

You smiled, feeling a warmth in your chest as you picked up your pen to sign your name on the first invitation. "It is happening, and I can't wait to marry you."

Gi-Hun leaned over, his hand brushing yours. "I can't wait either," he said, his voice soft and sincere. "We're making something beautiful together."

You both went on signing invitation after invitation, the task growing less like a chore and more like a ritual. Every time you signed your name, a quiet joy filled your heart, knowing that these little pieces of paper were marking the beginning of your forever together.

YOUNG-IL

You and Young-Il sat together at the kitchen table, surrounded by stacks of wedding invitations. The air was filled with the soft rustle of paper as you both worked on personalizing each one. Young-Il hummed contentedly, a smile tugging at his lips as he carefully signed his name on the first envelope.

“You know,” he said, glancing at you with a teasing sparkle in his eye, “I never thought I'd be doing this. But here we are, signing invitations to our wedding.”

You chuckled, nudging him playfully. “You’re so dramatic. We’re just signing a few invitations.”

“But it’s our wedding invitations,” he insisted, making a show of adding extra flourishes to his signature. “It’s the start of something huge, something special.”

You smiled, your heart swelling. “I know. And I can’t wait for it to be official. To be your wife.”

Young-Il stopped mid-signature and looked up at you, his expression softening. “I’m already the luckiest guy in the world, you know that?”

Your face flushed, and you leaned over, kissing him on the cheek. “Well, you better keep signing those invitations, or we’ll never get them done in time.”

“Right,” he said with a smirk. “Let’s make sure every last one has my name on it.”

You both laughed, the moment feeling perfectly yours as you continued signing your future together.

SANG-WOO

You and Sang-Woo sat down at the kitchen table, piles of wedding invitations scattered in front of you. He flipped open the first one, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he read the elegant script.

"Do you think anyone will actually keep these?" you asked, a playful tone in your voice.

Sang-Woo chuckled, carefully picking up a pen. "Maybe just our parents," he said, scribbling his name with his usual neat handwriting on the bottom of the invitation. "But I guess it’s part of the process. We have to make it official."

You laughed and picked up the pen, signing your name next to his, your fingers brushing slightly. The weight of the moment settled in, and you felt a quiet warmth spread through you. You were making this commitment, one signature at a time.

"Just think," he said, looking over at you with a soft look in his eyes. "Soon, we’ll be getting invitations for our anniversary parties."

You grinned, playfully nudging him with your shoulder. "Let’s just get through the wedding first."

Sang-Woo leaned back, glancing at the stack of invitations. "Right. But... I’m glad it’s with you."

And with that, you both continued signing the invitations, content in the quiet rhythm of it all.

GYEONG-SEOK

It was a cozy afternoon when you and Gyeong-Seok sat down at the kitchen table to tackle the wedding invitations. The smell of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air as you both pulled out the stack of elegant, blank invites and a pen.

“Ready to sign our names a hundred times?” you teased, lifting the pen with a grin.

Gyeong-Seok smiled back, his eyes lighting up with amusement. “I think I can handle it, but I’m starting to regret how many people we invited.”

You chuckled, starting to fill out the first envelope with your joint names. “It’s our big day. We can handle a hundred signatures, right?”

He grinned, leaning over to kiss your temple. “For you? Anything.”

The task turned into something unexpectedly intimate as you both worked in harmony, giggling about how your handwriting wasn’t as neat as it could be. With every signature, Gyeong-Seok’s love for you seemed to deepen, his eyes softening as he glanced at you.

"How did I get so lucky?" he whispered, as you signed the last one, looking up at him with a bright smile.

“Because we were meant to be,” you replied, sealing the final envelope with a kiss on the back.

And just like that, the simple act of signing wedding invitations became a moment to cherish forever.