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#gonna get it off my chest#Iâm sure Louis has his reasons for doing this#but whatever it is it doesnât matter to me anymore#bc whether itâs a contract or heâs being threatened with being outed or heâs scared heâs going to lose his career#it all comes down to Louis whoâs a 30 yo rich man putting himself and his money and career and comfort and reputation above a little childâs#comfort and safety#if heâs being made to do this it sucks of course#and I feel so so bad for him that he was put in this position to begin with#bg isnât his fault and never will be and I 1000% understand why he was doing what he was doing in the beginning#but now the kid understands everything and heâs away from his family on Christmas for the second year on a row sitting im a room full#of strangers kn a foreign country#I love Louis to death#but this is wrong and nothing is worth using a child like that
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When it comes to ensuring the well-being of your loved ones, creating a safe and comfortable home environment is paramount. As a dedicated homemaker in New Port Richey, Florida, we understand the importance of a secure living space. Implementing safety measures like installing grab bars, removing tripping hazards, and ensuring proper lighting can significantly reduce the risk of accidents and promote independence. These small but impactful changes can make a world of difference in the daily lives of your family members, providing peace of mind for both you and them.
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Youâve rejected Kim Sunwoo before.
Twice, apparently.
It left the rest of your friend group flabbergasted when they heard that you did something so incredible. When asked why you rejected the friend that has stuck with you since the beginning of your hellish high school days, the only response you gave them was a fake smile with your eyebrows knitted together and your eyes roaming around the room, avoiding the intense (and totally unnecessary) curiosity in their gaze.
This is the first thing I read and I laugh because itâs izz clearly trying to deny her feelings for Sunwoo-
The first confession was a quick one, a simple âHave you ever thought of dating me?â from Sunwoo and with a playful disgusted look, you simply respond with âEw, no way.â
Another way of Izz trying to prove the world that she hates Sunwoo but failing at it
âAlright, thatâs enough internet for you today.â The device is snatched out of your hands, your arms cheering in relief as they plop down on the bouncy material. In refute to his actions, your back straightens but everything happened in a quick three-second interval that you didnât realise that Sunwoo was already bending down and your forehead collided with his. âOh my Goââ Sunwoo exclaims, his butt hitting the floor in surprise.
Okay deserved. You donât come in between my dramas Kim Sunwoo⊠like lemme enjoy my drama in peace :((
Your eyes narrow suspiciously to the comment he once made about kids, âI thought you said you hate kids.â
âNo, I said I hate those who are cuter than me.â
A scandalous gasp from you, âAre you calling my brother ugly?! Iâm telling him and my muââ
âNo!â Realising his mistake, he quickly untangles his legs and tackles you back down on the bed instantly, his bigger build toppling over yours easily. âThatâs not what I meant! He's an exception!â It's unclear whether his sobs are real or not at this point. âYour mum loves me! Donât do this to me!â
âGet off me, you stinky raccoon!â
I am sorry but SunwooâŠstop being so PETTY YOU RACCOON đ. I cannot believe you called my brother ugly ;((
âWith you?â Eric questions his trailing voice. âThe guy she rejected?â
Yes! Go Eric! YAS đ
âShut up!â Sunwoo groans to the boy, swinging his arm around his neck for a headlock. âYouâre actually so annoying, Sohn. The whole cohort knows because of you!â
Hey donât yell at Eric đĄ
âSis!â Dashing towards you, headbutting your back, âI heard Ddeonu hyung will be here tomorrow night!â
I want a small brother now stop :(( (and Ddeonu huh đ)
âDoes that mean he will fly to the cloud soon?â
If he annoys me too much then yes /jk
âMakeup!â You echo, grabbing the cushion foundation. âDo you want to make me into a Princess?â
I want a younger brother now too :((
âOf course, I came.â Reassurance above the whispering wind, âYou texted me.â
This is badâŠthis is the type of partner I want. I need like đ„ș
âCan I pull the hoodie down a bit then?â Sunwoo pants against your skin, rough and slightly out of breath. âOnly if you want it.â And he made sure youâre comfortable with whatever itâs going to be with how he wipes the forming sweat on your upper spine.
Okay this scene, it just shows how comfortable the reader is with Sunwoo and it just warms my heart đ„șđ
âNow thatâs a mistake that I can live with.â
This is just cute and I wanted it here so yes.
cupid's mistake | tbz kim sunwoo
âNow thatâs a mistake that I can live with.â
âPAIRING » the boyz kim sunwoo x fem!reader (ft. nct's na jaemin) TROPE/AU » friends to lovers, non-idol au!, high school au! GENRE »â THIS WAS SO FLUFFY UWU, but also add those angsts!!, SLIGHTLY suggestive (one makeout scene, sunwoo leaves kissing marks near your collarbones), love triangle...?, (kinda) slowwww burn, i love supportive and attentive sunwoo who gives so much love to the reader, MUTUAL PINING (they're both blind aye), sunwoo is an idiot because he PUSHES THE READER AWAY GRRR, clichĂ© cause i live for this hehe, sunwoo babysits the reader's little bro (cutie sunwoo), sunwoo is the type to give the reader physical space because she's overwhelmed, reader blushing at sunwoo, a terrible attempt at comedy, oh...i think i'm in love with kim sunwoo again (i literally changed my bias to hyunjae like a month ago---) WORD COUNT » 13,061 (hi yes, izzy is entering her long wc era!!)â ESTIMATED READING TIME » i'm scared to put this down đ forgive me!! WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!) » suggestive!!, reader is a lightweight (not sure if this is a warning), reader uses alcohol to distract herself (sunwoo will come to the rescue tho!), reader has a bad schema for men, incredibly fast proofread once
navi/masterlist!! đ€ part of 'especially to you...'
hands down the hardest story i've EVER written (including my 40+ wips) and i stopped multiple times because it explores a huge part of my life that makes me super vulnerable. the internet may judge me after this but i'm going to stay strong for myself; they don't know what i've been through.
i'm glad that i have met idols who have at least helped my schema for men. mark lee, na jaemin, cho seungyoun (woodz), lee jaehyun (hyunjae) and kim sunwoo (sorry i was so harsh on you đ i'm very thankful for your existence no wonder what anyone else believes and thinks; and people can believe what they want to believe because i'm tired of trying to make them believe something else).
izzy...
if there is one internet trend (?) that you should take seriously, it's that: not all men are the same.
and you know that. you've seen it with your guy friends and the teachers that you were close to in high school. they're not like the ones who hurt you. i know you're scared and with what you've been through, i would like to at least believe that it's valid. i really hope that you keep going and keep fighting.
thank you for reading @heemingyu @mmoonbaee !! love our chaotic trio!! đ„°
Youâve rejected Kim Sunwoo before.
Twice, apparently.
It left the rest of your friend group flabbergasted when they heard that you did something so incredible. When asked why you rejected the friend that has stuck with you since the beginning of your hellish high school days, the only response you gave them was a fake smile with your eyebrows knitted together and your eyes roaming around the room, avoiding the intense (and totally unnecessary) curiosity in their gaze.
The truth is that you really do see why people fall in love with Kim Sunwoo.
You agree with the fact that heâs a romantic person and would absolutely take care of his partner well. You can vouch for this with the number of times he almost faceplanted on the very non-slippery cement when he saw you on the other side of the road, excited to finally see his dearest best friend. You can confidently vouch for him when he stubbornly gives his favourite hoodie for you to use, not hesitating to make sure youâre warm even though he knows heâs going to be bedridden. You can brag about your best friendâs selfless personality, telling them how Sunwoo went out of his way to comfort you along the beach at night when you said you were feeling empty.
Out of everyone in the world, youâre the one who knows best that Sunwoo has always been a caring person. Like that time when you both finally became adults and he waited for his first sip of alcohol to be with you. Embarrassingly, youâre much more lightweight than you both thought but even though Sunwoo could barely balance his steps, that didnât stop him from giving you a piggyback ride walk to your house where he also really embarrassingly this time, actually faceplanted in front of your mother as he misses the step down the stairs when leaving.
So yes, you understand why people have massive heart eyes whenever heâs around.
But to you, heâs just your best friend. One that you hope would be there for you every step of the way even after you go on to the next chapters of your life.
The first confession was a quick one, a simple âHave you ever thought of dating me?â from Sunwoo and with a playful disgusted look, you simply respond with âEw, no way.â
But the second one is more serious for Sunwoo. His heart was beating so fast that it was strong enough to make his whole body fall onto the ground; maybe it wouldâve been better for the Earth to swallow him up so that heâd never have to face you ever again. He didnât know what took over him and where the sudden urge came from but he meant every single word that he saidâand the hues of red and pink on both his cheeks show his true feelings for you (which you missed).
But maybe Sunwoo overestimated how confident he could be around you because as soon as he sputtered âI like you. Should we start dating?â He saw the way your fingers stopped their aggressive tapping on the black squares of your keyboard, freezing and halting for a bit more before your shocked eyes met his nervous ones. Scared to ruin this perfect friendship that he already has with you, he backs out of his words, shaking his head and letting out his forceful rehearsed laugh that got you both kicked out of the library. Though the day could have been the start of something new, he still relished the way he managed to hear at least the rapid complaints fly out of your lips. Youâve been stressed out over the English essay that youâve been so distant, so at least even though you beat him in a game or rock-paper-scissors for food, the empty wallet that heâs left with after, filled the loneliness in his heart.
Gosh even when youâre mad, he finds you adorable.
But itâs been three years since the second confession and now three years after, Kim Sunwoo is still next to you. Call him a loserâa hopeless romanticâbut he would argue the term, telling the people around him that he has his reasons.
âWhat are we doing for Valentineâs Day?â
The question is not a weird one between you both. Maybe you shouldâve said the just-friends boy and girl version of âGalentineâs Dayâ or whatever the kids these days call it because Sunwooâs heartbeat would always spike at the mention of the coupleâs holiday. Heâs always spent the day with you and how could you refuse when he assures you that you can leave your wallet at home?
In truth, he just didnât want other people to take you out. He tried to fathom the image of you receiving that giant teddy bear, a heart-patterned bow around the neck and maybe the word âloveâ embroidered on its fluffy white tummy. The only smile in his head is yours and the date that is not him, and he couldnât help but notice the constricting muscle around his heart and the churning of his stomach.
Kim Sunwoo will always root for you. If your happiness is with someone else, then he wouldnât dare to take that away from you. He just wants to let you know his true feelings somedayâif he could.
Sunwoo swivels his chair around, a quiet hum gave out as an answer for now. He hasnât thought much about this year, his part-time job and full-time high school student occupying his thoughts a bit too much more than he would like. Usually, he would have a list of things to do but as responsibilities piled up, the wants decreased and with how youâre practically stuck with each other either way, he manages to check off most of the things in his places to go list.
Youâre unaware of the longing eyes that fixed upon you as you kept your eyes directed to the ceiling, phone raised above your eyes. You made yourself comfortable on Sunwooâs bed, his blanket going past your chest and covering your lower body from the blasting air conditioner. Your arms are getting a bit sore but you just want to know if the main characters in the drama would kiss sooâ
âAlright, thatâs enough internet for you today.â The device is snatched out of your hands, your arms cheering in relief as they plop down on the bouncy material. In refute to his actions, your back straightens but everything happened in a quick three-second interval that you didnât realise that Sunwoo was already bending down and your forehead collided with his. âOh my Goââ Sunwoo exclaims, his butt hitting the floor in surprise.
âServes you right!â You exclaim, begrudgingly rubbing the area with your palm. âWhy were you so close?!â
âI was telling you stuff but you werenât paying attention!â
âYou couldâve shouted it!â
âI called your name thrice?!â
âOh my God! Okay, what was it that you wanted to say?â
All words get stuck in his throat. Even though his head and bottom hurt with the two critical hits at the most unexpected time, he couldnât help but shy his face away with the way you blew the loose strand that blocks your vision, paired with the slight jut of your little lip as you turn your attention to him.
Sunwoo stutters, gulping when he sees your raised eyebrows from the corner of his eye. âU-Up to you.â Another gulp and wandering eyes, âIs there nothing you want to do?â
âOh but,â you recall the favour that your mum asked from yesterday. âMy mum asked if I could babysit my brother because she has plans already.â Heaving an apologetic sigh, feeling bad for letting Sunwoo down.
âHey no,â an idea comes to mind as he leisurely crosses his legs. âI love your brother! How about we just spend the day together with him?â
Your eyes narrow suspiciously to the comment he once made about kids, âI thought you said you hate kids.â
âNo, I said I hate those who are cuter than me.â
A scandalous gasp from you, âAre you calling my brother ugly?! Iâm telling him and my muââ
âNo!â Realising his mistake, he quickly untangles his legs and tackles you back down on the bed instantly, his bigger build toppling over yours easily. âThatâs not what I meant! He's an exception!â It's unclear whether his sobs are real or not at this point. âYour mum loves me! Donât do this to me!â
âGet off me, you stinky raccoon!â
The gym resonates with the squeaks of sixty-something shoes on its polished surface. The sound easily makes you squirm, hating that it screeches against your eardrums so violently. A chuckle is heard at the sight of the displeasure written on your face.
âVery annoying.â The honey-like voices your thoughts. âWould you like to borrow my headphones for a while?â
Instantly, youâre met with his popular gummy smile, the one that swoons everyone in your school. If people arenât swooning over your best friend, they most probably are falling for the man who made himself comfortable next to the gym steps where you sat. His features are nothing like Sunwooâs, softer and more approachable with the way his eyes sparkle even more with the help of the shine from above. Because this isnât sport class, he wears his everyday uniform, his collar is properly presented and not a single speck of ramen soup makes its mark on the annoyingly white cotton. Even with the physical exercise he did, he still looks dashing and neat, wondering how his messy hair still looks attractiveâbut then again, men with messy hair have always captivated your heart. Jaeminâs kind personality is the final cherry on top and with how you usually have conversations like these when heâs benched or having a break, youâre certainly one of the girls who is attracted to him in no time. Your brown eyes travel further down his dazzling smile, to the black headset on his open palm.
A wave from Na Jaemin to your dazed face pulls you back to reality and you nod wordlessly to the question before. Like the gentleman he is, Jaemin doesnât even ask you to turn to him but instead adjusts to your line of vision, slightly making the gap between the earpads bigger before resting the cushion perfectly for you. The way he did so was gentle, even tucking your hair strands behind your ear.
âBetter?â Another wordless nod. Jaemin lets out an airy chuckle at your pursed lips, moving back beside you. âHere for Sunwoo?â
âAnd to kill time, I suppose.â
Your eyes wander back to the boy whoâs working hard on the soccer field. Itâs a usual routine for you to wait for his weekly soccer training so that you both can walk home together. Usually at this time, your nose would be buried in your textbooks, catching up on the work you missed due to the lack of sleep from the previous night. Usually, as well, the practice would be outdoors, the same squeaky sound being non-existent, the same one that ripped you out of your focus since the start of the practice round.
The whistle blares and the coach shouts at the team for a five-minute break. Sunwoo stops his jogging, hands on his knees as he leans to catch his breath while the rest of the team sends encouraging slaps on his back to their dear captain. Sunwoo sends a playful one back to their buttcheeks, the rowdy group enjoying the little gap before they have to get back in the zone. But this is when Sunwooâs eyes fall upon his teammate and his best friend not too far away. His eyes soften at the way you just blink at Jaeminâs smile, betting that youâre not paying attention to a single thing that heâs saying. Unconsciously, he doesnât realise how his hands clenched at the growing redness on your cheeks but Sunwoo doesnât look away even when he walks to get his water bottle.
âOh.â Eric teasingly remarks. âThatâs not a good look, Sunwoo.â
âShut up.â He mumbles back to his closest teammate. Even though he forces his back on you, he canât help but steal obvious lovesick glances back.
âJaemin said heâs going to ask your dearest bestie out on a date for Valentine's.â
Sunwoo tries his best not to let the comment get to him. âWell, sheâs busy already.â
âWith you?â Eric questions his trailing voice. âThe guy she rejected?â
âShut up!â Sunwoo groans to the boy, swinging his arm around his neck for a headlock. âYouâre actually so annoying, Sohn. The whole cohort knows because of you!â
The poor boy begs for mercy, sending hits to his friendâs stomach. And Sunwoo does let go, poking his tongue out at the boy after. Overdramatically, Eric sends one back, calling mischievous names to the boy who is looking over to you once more. He couldnât force himself to look away from the vital information that Eric said. Without knowing, his feet stride over to you both, finally catching the words from Jaeminâs moving lips.
âCan I take you out on Valentineâs Day? Are you free?â
Sunwoo sees the gears turning in your head and he pleads that you would reject the offer, pleading that you didnât forget your words from last night. Heâs looking forward to the day, especially when he researched a bunch of things that your brother likes, combining with the things you like to make sure the day will be well spent. But the breath he takes stops at his throat when you just continue to stare at Jaemin with wide eyes. Sunwoo mightâve imagined it, but he swears he could see the corner of your lips rising, your head probably thinking of a fun, romantic date with Jaemin.
Itâs obvious to him even on the other side of the gym, that Cupid has shot his arrow.
âYeah.â
The answer didnât come from you, the response was too deep to be your timbre. The headphones did their job well, masking Sunwooâs steps and leaving you confused by the clear and loud answer he gave. Excited at the confirmation of your empty schedule, Sunwooâs heart churns at the way Jaemin excitedly holds your hands, turning your confused head tilt to him into another blushing one. Unfortunately, you were unable to say a word to any of the two boys, the coach beckoning everyone in the team over for the final part of their practice.
Faintly, you hear Jaemin saying that heâll contact you and that you can return his headphones tomorrow in class. You just watch the way Jaemin hops back to the rest of the team while Sunwoo follows closely behind, his shoulders slightly slumping as he drags his feet to make that noise you hate.
The walk home isnât as bad as you thought it would be. Sunwoo acts like the gym didnât happen and you raise your eyebrows at his suspicious actions of him walking slightly in front of you even though he still talks about the parts of the day when you werenât with him. With the slight gap, you observe the way his front bangs slump over his vision, covering his sullen eyes. The hands inside his pockets continue to tense and he tries his best to ignore the obvious crease between your eyebrows. He doesnât even question the short answers you came up with in his storytelling. Even now as you arrive at your front door, Sunwoo doesnât bring the topic up, choosing to send his usual smile and âsee you tomorrowâ.
But you refuse to let his actions go. âWhat was that all about back there?â
It puts Sunwooâs feet rooted to the ground and he feigns an innocent look. âYou know,â he starts now with a smirk on his face, âNa Jaemin could totally figure out that you have the biggest crush on him with the way you looked at him with those googly eyes of yours.â
âI do not have googly eyes when I look at Na Jaemin!â
âSure, you donât.â Rolling his eyes, âYou were close to drolling over him back there.â
You could tell that he was just avoiding the subject and prolonging touching it until you just let it go. âSunwoo.â The tone of your voice tells him that you're seriously looking for answers, âWhyâd you say that back there? I thought we were babysitting my brother together?â
âItâs fine.â He swats his hand in the air. âYou go have fun and Iâll look over the child myself.â
âBut Iââ
âCan you just stop complaining and go in? Iâm tired from practice.â Sunwoo cuts you off, turning the doorknob and pushing you in with small strength. âSee you tomorrow!â
He does close the door on your face, ignoring the inhale you take and walking away before you start rebutting his words. But with that, you also missed telling Sunwoo of your mum who stands leisurely behind him and when your mum greets him, Sunwoo gets the scare of his life, yelping and crouching to the floor, a hand over his chest.
âServes him right for cutting me off twice.â
At this time, you didnât realise the ache in your heart, too busy chuckling at his misery as your mum helped the poor boy before he disappeared out of your sight with multiple polite bows.
Now, Sunwoo is left to wallow in his stupidity. The devil in his head even shakes his head disapprovingly and the angel desperately tries to cheer him up, telling him that everything will be fine but it has no effect on the distraught boy. He lets out all the swear words that he knows, mumbling them to himself, criticising his past actions. A headache starts to form and he is unable to walk a straight line on the well-leveled road.
âYouâre an idiot, Kim Sunwoo.â
He replays the earlier scene. The way your eyes fall on Jaemin fondly, the way all words seem to be lost when he speaks to you and the way you freeze when Jaemin holds your hand in his. His feet stop dragging on the stone when he spots an ice cream truck and the sweet fragrance of your favourite flavour. Even with small things like this, he thinks of you.
He observes the two friends who approach the vehicle, recognising the uniform as the same as the ones he has on. Judging by the satisfaction on the girlâs face and the complaints of the boy, Sunwoo assumes that the shorter one probably won a bet or something. His mind wanders to you once more, the dynamic of his two underclassmen similar to the one he shares with you.
More calm and accepting that he has probably lost you to Na Jaemin, if asked why he still chooses to stick with you after two rejections, Kim Sunwoo can.
The fastest and simple answer is that you donât have a good schema for love. It was shattered the moment that you found out that your dad cheated on your mum four years ago. Your family fell apart shortly after your dad packed everything and left, leaving your mum alone as the sole parent when you were still trying to fully understand the world around you.
The rest of the world doesn't see how the separation affected you. However, Sunwoo was there during the times when you cried your eyes out, taking the frustrated punches on his chest, when you declared that you would never fall in love, scared of falling into the same fate as your mother especially when your dad has always voiced out that he loves his family and would always stay with them.
The world doesn't see how you hide behind his reassuring back whenever a male is too close for your liking. They don't see how you practically hold onto his arm with anxiety after a person confesses to you even though you're thankful that they look at you fondly. They don't see the fear in your eyes like Sunwoo has seen every single part of it.
When you would tease each other, like the time when he tackles you onto the bed, that's an exception. Sunwoo has always paid attention to your actions, both conscious and unconscious. He knows all about when you and when to keep his distance.
Thirty centimetres, sixty sometimes, and he would always wait for you to close the gap, stealing glances behind to make sure you were still following. Ninety-nine point nine per cent of the time, you would pick up your pace and Sunwoo would purposely slow down and the gap between the side of his arm and body would get bigger with each step you grow closer to him. When you clutch onto his arm again, he sends you that understanding gaze, mouthing a little 'hi' or 'hello' before facing forward again with newfound happiness.
The other point one is you asking if he could come back to stand beside you. But again, he would never ever touch you first and even when you arrive at your doorstep with no progress, Sunwoo would still look at you, reminding you of how proud he is and winks playfully to lift the corners of your lips before sending his 'see you tomorrow' still with happiness as his main aura.
It breaks Sunwooâs heart whenever he sees you like that. That's the reason why he took his second confession back.
So when Kim Sunwoo, selfless and rooting for your genuine happiness, sees the different gaze that you send Na Jaemin, he canât help but push his feelings aside. Plus, Na Jaemin is a good guy so he feels more reassured setting you up with the ace striker in the soccer team.
Cupid frowns down at the boy, his wings flapping sadly at the fake smile he puts on as he continues his walk home. Itâs strange how he found himself sad for the dejected boy.
âTruly an idiot you are, Kim Sunwoo.â
Back home, you rewarded yourself with a warm shower. Though your physical body was able to let loose under the light sprinkles, your eyes couldn't help but mix in the metallic water with your salty ones. The water pressure manages to swallow most of your cries but the mirror doesn't lie when you see your red eyes after.
The gulp you took is painfully dry, tired from the tears from earlier. Your reach for the bathrobe is slow, letting the air cool touch your slightly red skin after the temperature. âAt least he made it clear that he doesn't like me in that way.â
The knocks against the nearby room beckons a âCome in!â from you and you quickly run the sides of your fingers on your eyebags as soon as you register the young boy from the mirror.
âSis!â Dashing towards you, headbutting your back, âI heard Ddeonu hyung will be here tomorrow night!â
It's endearing to see how the news makes the little one jump, both his hands on your arm for support. A hand ruffles his already messy nest, âBe good tomorrow, okay?â
And the response morphs the smile upside down, âYouâre not gonna be with us?â
Overloading with cuteness, you couldn't help but swivel around on your vanity chair towards your sibling, your hands pressing his cheeks, âWith or without me, you're going to be with Sunwoo all day anyways!â Remembering all the times when he preferred to be in Sunwooâs arms over yours, âJust don't make the poor raccoon run around too much, okay? He's getting old.â
âDoes that mean he will fly to the cloud soon?â
âNo, no.â Making a mental note to tell Sunwoo and imagining the way his jaw would drop at the wild question, âHe's just old and tired now.â
Though confused at the repeated answer, the child seems to let it go, shrugging in satisfaction anyway at the plans for tomorrow. The smile upturned once more and you lift the boy much to his happiness, kicking his legs when you adjust his posture on your vanity table.
âMakeup!â He exclaimed about the objects around him, open palms to mimic a twinkling motion in the air.
âMakeup!â You echo, grabbing the cushion foundation. âDo you want to make me into a Princess?â
Obviously, he would not reject the offer, snatching the round object into his palm and patting the powder onto your neck.
âI'm going to make you the prettiest sister ever and raccoon hyung won't be able to take his eyes off you!â
Cupid shakes his head once more, his belly lying on the puffy cloud. He rests his chin on his palm, wondering how the similar-sized boy is more likable to him than the two blind adultsâbut it's obvious because he's not the stupid one.
âWell,â clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth, âthis one is an idiot too.â
Leading up to Valentine's Day, you thought at the very least you could spend the missed day with Sunwoo but he's more than adamant about pushing you to Jaemin. Whenever he saw a window of opportunity, he would call the boy over, a big waving motion from his hand in the air.
Whenever Jaemin spots you, every part of his face lights up and yours is supposed to reciprocate the stars in his eyes. But how could you even see it when all you see is the whole universe in Sunwooâs ones instead?
The realisation that it has always been Sunwoo scares you and it terrifies you even more that the same boy who has always given his heart to you is making the gap between you both larger, further away, more and more within arms reach for your comfort. At first, it was confusion but then every part of your aching heart just longed for his presence beside yours once more.
Jaemin reminds you of the date one last time, the final text before you part ways at the school entrance is bolded, italicised and underlined. And Sunwoo? He intruded the house way earlier than everyone expected but judging from the open arms from your mother and the way you could hear your brotherâs shrieking from the other side of the house, it's obvious that youâre the only one whoâs dreading the early visitor.
Speaking of the visitor, your brother made himself comfortable by sitting on his neck, hands gripping his hair to make two little pigtails. Seeing Sunwoo fit right into your family from the very start has always been heartwarming and you would've told your brother to pull on two tails if you weren't busy avoiding his eyes from the mirror.
âLook!â Sunwoo gasps to your brother, finger pointing to you, âYour sister is so pretty, isn't she?â
And it became ten times harder to keep your tears from falling.
âThanks.â You managed to seeth out from gritted teeth.
âCome on! You're going to be late.â Reminding you of the long hand of the clock reaching the top of the circle when Jaemin promised to pick you up. âWhich bag are you using?â
It's heartbreaking to see him just walk past you after the compliment, whistling leisurely as he looks through the pile of bags on the side hook of your wardrobe. You found yourself looking down at your lap, trying to shake off the nervousness and anxiety in your mind. You try your best to focus on the tension of your gripping fists, letting go and repeating to ground yourself back. The tears are starting to blur your vision but you push the sleeves of your outerwear over your knuckles and smudge them away.
The way that Sunwoo still entertains your brother as he takes the body of the bag in your direction, humming intently to see if the colour of your outfit will clash with the accessory, brings your emotions to their peak and you just want to run away from this situation. He settles on one, a victorious exclamation falling from his lips and begins stuffing your necessities himself.
âPhone,â checking off the mental list, âkeys and wallet.â Your brother pointing at the lone lipstick left at the centre of the painted surface, âAh! This too!â Putting the closed cylinder inside the small purse before the metal zips and is carefully balanced on your shoulder.
Your thankful mutter didn't go unheard by Sunwoo and so did the tinge of makeup on the sleeve that you used when he looked away for a brief moment.
âHey!â Sunwoo cranes his head to speak to the younger, curious eyes. âWhy don't you go on ahead first and pick what ramen you want?â
The kicking of his heels against his chest made him wince a bit, quickly putting your younger brother where he dashes off with his favourite food.
Throughout the whole exchange, it once again confirms the fact that Sunwoo is truly loving to the people around him. The way that he tries not to disappoint your brother, even if there are probably bruises forming from his kicking, the way that he peels his head out to make sure your brother is taking careful steps to the kitchen and finally, the beaming but adoration in his eyes when he finally lands on the casual outfit you're wearing.
âWow.â A breathless chuckle, head empty with the sight of you.
His cheeks flushed and he couldn't help but stare at your stunning choice of outfitâif hoodies and no makeup could make his heart jump out of his chest, then he should go to the hospital because of your off-the-shoulder white top paired with the beige pleated skirt and cardigan.
âOkay?â You ask timidly, âL-Like, do I look okay?â
âYou're stunning.â He says truthfully that your body goes numb, looking away from the sparkles in his eyes.
Now, that's new. âHeyâŠâ Taking steps towards you, âWhat's wrong?â
But your heart is fighting so hard that you feel like you're about to give up. If Sunwoo is going to reject you, then you just want him to do it so that you can forget about all this and just go back to pretending that you will never have heart-shaped eyes for Kim Sunwoo ever again.
âY-Youâre okay with this?â The leather of your bag crinkles at your gripping question.
âYeah,â Sunwoo answers. âDon't worry. Jaemin is a great guy.â
Your eyes widen at the comment, âNo, I-I know that buââ
But Sunwoo suddenly zooms into your face, even bending his back to make sure that you wouldn't miss the pout on his handsome face. His eyes landed on your lip-touched makeup, âWait, can I have your lipstick? Let me retouch it for you.â
You couldn't even refute, feeling the cooling pink painting your lips, contrasting the palm on your cheek that steadies the delicate work on your lips. Why did he bother asking if he was just going to retrieve it himself? You're thankful Sunwoo can't multitask, missing the glimmer in your orbs as you try your best to keep your lips from shaking like your legs are slowly becoming. Itâs clear that he didnât know how to properly manoeuver the brush on your lips but you find yourself forgiving him even if your lips become a mess after this.
The defeated groans from his lips only made your heart swell and you take your time to look at him as if youâve never done so before; from his eyelashes that flutter prettily, to his tongue that pokes out in concentration, itâs crazy how handsome someone can be when he's not doing anything special. The pads of his finger spread the colour, smacking his lips as a sign for you to copy which you eventually do.
âDone!â And just when your heart thought it could finally get a break, Sunwoo decides to play with it a bit more, fishing out a snap hair clip. His hands smooth any bumps that arenât visible to the naked eye. A hand holds the side of your head gently, the other sliding the gift across your scalp carefully. âAlright, now letâs go!â
Your tears are so incredibly close to flowing but the lights of your room die like every hope of telling Sunwoo that youâre not as excited as he is for the night to come. But if this is Sunwooâs way of completely rejecting any romantic feelings for you, then what can you do except to trudge down your hallway where even your brother wishes that you would have a fun time? The smile on your lips doesnât reach your eyes when both boys remind you not to come home late in addition to Sunwooâs âText or call me if you need anything!â
You spare a final glance at the two, sombre smile plastered on your face. The last face you see is Sunwooâs whose eyes still held on a smile even though yours has been wiped away. Maybe it was supposed to encourage you or maybe itâs nothing and youâre just reading too deep into it but if thereâs one thing you know is that the night with Jaemin, even though he is a well-mannered man, a gentleman inside and out, your head couldnât help but wish that it was Sunwoo who took you to the arcade, making sure your arms are filled with snacks and drinks.
You wished that after that, no one was there to pull your chair out, instead laughing at the way you almost tripped on air while trying to sit down. You wished that you couldâve just stared at the menu in contemplation and for Sunwoo to just choose for you so that he could silence the growling in his stomach.
Cursing the famous day as well, seeing the love around you, the couples enamoured by their partners all around you, it only made the guilt inside grow further.
By the time the night is spent, Jaemin knows that his feelings aren't reciprocated. First, it's the way you ask him to repeat his words multiple times. Second, it's the way that your eyes are blank, just your orbs staring into space. Third, it's the way that you try to discreetly check your smartwatch for notifications from your best friend at your home.
âI'm sorry.â Jaemin chuckles in response after he softly calls you out.
The boy shakes his head, hands inside his pants pockets. âI knew that you didn't like me. I guess I just wanted a chance to maybe change that once.â But then he sighs an understanding sigh, closing his eyes before fluttering them back at you, âbut you're too far gone into your feelings to realise what I've been doing.â
Your eyes welled up with tears, apologetic at his words and Jaemin couldn't do much but give words of comfort after you explicitly stumbled away from his reaching hand, asking for physical space. You mutter a million apologies for today but Jaemin is respectful, convincing you that the friendship between you both won't change and that eases your mind.
âShould I text Sunwoo?â He carefully asks. âTo pick you up.â
A shake of your head is what had Jaeminâs eyebrow furrowing. âItâs okay. Iâll text him right now.â
And though your makeup is a mess, transferring onto the sleeves of your cardigan more, Jaemin still thinks you're stunning, the clenching of his heart intensifying at the glitter you still managed to hold. Jaemin leaves you alone in a convenience store near your favourite beach and somehow, you manage to convince him to go on ahead first, leaving your thoughts alone in the night of love.
Your feet routinely take you along the beachside, taking shelter at the convenience store for a while, grabbing drinks and food to aid your broken heart. When you crouch for the bottle at the bottom shelf, your mind just has to remind you that someone wouldn't even let you do this, always protecting you from any wardrobe malfunction.
Your knees finally give out and the back of your thighs meet with the back of your lower leg. Your hands only clutche on the neck of the green bottle while you hide your distressed face behind the curtains that your hair made.
Thinking of it all infuriates you.
Why can't you just be more trusting towards others? Believe that not all of them are out to ridicule or make fun of you.
âSunwooâŠâ You couldn't help but mumble as your tears finally painted your beige skirt darker.
Thankfully you were able to keep your emotions somewhat at bay, straightening your posture with the cooling drink in one hold. The cashier could only offer you an encouraging speech and an empathetic smile as soon as she saw the trail on your cheeks. The gesture is needed but the anxiety still weighs on your chest deeply. She must've thought that you've gone through a huge breakup on this unfortunate pinky day but you think the internal agony is worse.
For the last few hours or so, Sunwoo has been updating you with your baby brother through pictures. If only the pictures were just about the younger one and not a duo picture that once again shows that Sunwoo is a keeper when it comes to babysitting. The device is stashed in the bag that he chose from you earlier but if you could, you could honestly feed it to the sharks on the beach in front of you.
The wind provided you company, hitting your red apple-coloured cheeks to balance your rising temperature. You knew you shouldn't drink alone especially when the moon was high in the sky but you couldn't help but bask in the tide that hit the sand, pulling everything back into the body of water.
The tips of your toes are drenched and you would usually be running further away as soon as water hit your ankles but you didn't want to. Itâs times like these that youâre thankful for the invention of safety shorts as you're able to sit in any posture you like without worrying. Your knees constantly bend and straighten, dragging the sand along with it and at this point, you've created a shallow hole.
âI mean,â you slur, âIâm so comfortable with Sunwoo so why can't I be the same with the others?â your eyes could only shut in self-contempt from todayâs date, âAnd Jaemin was so respectful to me tooâŠâ
Itâs frustrating that you can't trust others when they've done nothing wrong. The only thing that responded to the strike down your cheek was the last drop of liquid courage; now even objects have started mocking you.
âI have to stop relying on him,â a hiccup and a humourless laugh. âWhen he gets a girlfriendâŠâ the thought cracks your heart into pieces and your knee grows closer to your chest, âGosh, what am I doing?â
âI could ask you the same thing.â
The deep voice and a couple of deep breaths made you turn back so quickly that you fell over sideways. The boy momentarily scolds you even more, grumbling, pointing at your ruined shoes tossed aside in the sand and exhaling whilst turning his head away to catch a break from the soaked ends of your outerwear. When the worry envelops him again, Sunwoo takes a better look at your state.
His tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth loudly and the crease between his eyebrows only deepens each time his eye focuses to another part of your face.
âDid you drink?! Alone?! I told you not to drink without me!â
His initial volume made you jump a bit, especially with how he directly circles behind you to pick up the discarded, lonely bottle. Sunwoo's nagging continues, crouching beside you to your eye level with the bottle making tunes from the wind. The pout answers him, along with the way your fingers fiddle on the hem of your sleeves. You had no intention of voicing out the answer now that he knows so you just say something else.
âYou actually cameâŠâ
The âsomething elseâ did make his ramble stop and his intense features started to soften and melt away when your words hit him.
âOf course, I came.â Reassurance above the whispering wind, âYou texted me.â
Your lips couldn't even gape open with a response because Sunwoo takes a couple of steps back, away from you. Though his body is still facing yours with his shoes pointing at you and arms around his knees, the safe distance is what makes your head hurt at the many things you could say to him.
âDid you put him to sleep?â You opted for this conversation instead.
Sunwooâs nods just got in your peripheral vision, but your nod is the centre of his.
You let the wind break you even more, not even raising your hand to move the strands that became trapped between your lower and upper eyelids, tickling your eyes when it finally is freed. Without a doubt, you know that Sunwoo is just watching you patiently, waiting for you to tell him to drop you home or to at least talk about the night whether it be his or yours. Your nervous system couldn't help but relax in his presence.
Inside, Sunwoo wants something from you too. An indication to move further and to close the thirty-centimetre gap he has created. Just anything so that he could finally leave the coldness that nips at his trembling skin. His bangs brushes over his sight but he still has a clear view of you. The side of his head only rests on his arm as he just stares at you, humming a tune that hopefully reaches you.
âWoo.â
âHm?â
âDo you like someone?â
A series of stuttering and unsure hums came from him. Your knees push against your chest hard, burying your head between them. Soon enough, you're convinced that the pressure is what kept your heart together after the affirmative answer.
âIâŠâ Here goes nothing, âwas supposed to be with her today and maybe ask her out officially but she had other plans and so did I.â
âOh.â You didn't know if he heard it. You kind of wished he didn't because of how sore your throat suddenly feels. âIâm sorry, I should've been the one to take care of my brother insteââ
âShe was busy too,â Sunwoo repeated, words clearer and punctuated. âIt doesn't mattââ
âWill I be able to trust anyone again?â
âW-Whaââ
âWill someone ever love me the same way that you love her?â
The thoughts haunt you every night when you're asleep and now that you finally share it with someone, you lose yourself in the alcohol and blurt out the impulsive thoughts.
âW-Whoa.â Sunwoo nervously chuckles. âDid the date really go that baââ
âDo I know her?â
âYeââ
âTell me. Let me make sure she's a good person.â
The only response you get is a low groan and sigh; both from Sunwoo and the guardian Cupid above you both. The moonlight twinkles the curve of the forgotten bottle but it reminds Sunwoo that you're not in your right state of mind and that you're just pressing to get the thoughts out of your head rather than truly looking for answers.
For the first time, Sunwoo took action, dusting his clothes from the damp sand. You merely watch with half-hooded eyes as he strides against the swallowing sand, your head slowly turning from the side to the front where he settles himself. Sunwoo gives you a soft tug of the corner of his lips and his dancing bangs only make him all the more attractive. He tests the waters, holding his hand out to reach yours, permission to touch you through his gaze. When you nod, he doesn't hesitate to share his body warmth starting from his bigger palms, relieved at how you seem to let out a breath that you have been holding.
âDeep breaths, bubs.â
The nickname makes you swoon and makes his instructions unclear. Though the pounding on the side of your head makes it hard for you to morph Sunwooâs clone together, the name managed to at least get your attention. With this, he didnât mind the way his clothes drank the seawater when he kneeled, even dragging his fabric across the surface. Sunwoo responds with a jut of his lower lip when you just shoot him a glare but your act disappears when he opens his arms wide. Without any further hesitation, your forehead rests on his chest. One of his hands cups the curve of your waist and the other threads through your silky hair. The act makes your body shudder and you find your arms start to hold his middle even tighter when he collects your hair and tosses it over to a side, his palm now covering your whole nape.
âYouâre alright.â Sunwoo muses. His diverts to yours and maybe youâre just imagining the adoration dripping from his eyes but you couldnât help to speak a bit of your mind.
âYou're doing it againâŠâ
âDoing what?â
You didn't give him a verbal answer, the shake of your head and the whines you gave were enough for him to just embrace you into his presence. Sunwoo hides you from the world when he sees the tears brimming across the eyes that heâs fallen for. Daring, he presses a kiss on the top of your head, smiling fondly at your more balanced breathing.
âLetâs go home?â The shake of your head made Sunwoo rake for more ideas. âWanna have a sleepover at my house then?â
âNo.â Muffled answer from his chest. âYouâre just going to make me sleep on the floor.â
âHey! You lost the bet last time! Donât blame your skill issue with rock-paper-scissors on me!â
âFine then! Iâll just stay here for the rest of the night!â
Oh, he's so in love with you. Sunwoo only coos, his heart fluttering and content when you respond to the playful war that he wages.
âIâll let you take the bed.â A raised eyebrow is what you offer him with when you crane your head and Sunwoo could tell the suspicion that you had against his words. âIâm serious!â
âReally?â
A roll of his eyes and a scoff, âAs if Iâll let you take the floor knowing that youâll be hungover tomorrow.â
âWell,â a shaky inhale, âyou could.â
âYeah?â This time itâs his turn to have an eyebrow raised. âWhy would I do that?â
âBecause when you go off and date someone, you wonât be able to keep doing whatever this is.â
âYeah?â He repeats himself, desperate for a little bit more of your feelings. At least let me down properly, he thinks to himself. âAnd what happens if I donât want to put my focus on someone else? What happens if I just want to keep focusing on you? What happens if I just want you in my life and no one else?â
Now, Sunwooâs hands grip a hold on your upper forearm and pull you away from his body. The moonlight finally reaches your face and Sunwoo observes you thinking, his eyes boring into yours, silently pleading for some sort of indication that would end the pink and red swirls in his eyes whenever he catches even a glimpse of your figure.
âThen I would tell you that I like you and that I have for the longest time.â
Are drunken thoughts still sober thoughts in this situation?
Sunwooâs head dips dangerously close and it takes everything in him to not press his lips onto yours. If you even allowed any words that imply that he may have taken your heart, he told himself he would look away even if it meant burying himself into the ground and never seeing civilisation ever again. The struggle is written all over his face: the tight wrinkles around his eyes that accommodate the crashing of his eyebrows, the protective hold he has on you and the way he presses his forehead onto yours with his hair tickling you, quiet exhales leaving his lips.
âPlease donât do this to me,â he pleads, âYouâre drunk and Iâm trying to not cross the line.â
âCross itâŠâ Mellow and enchanting. âI give you my consent.â
âDonât.â He grits and tries to still his heart. âI can'tâŠâ
âKiss me, Woo.â
Sunwoo swore that his heart almost leapt out of his chest when his eyes shot open, immediately growing bigger with how you nudged the tip of your nose to his. His temperature receptors feel the shift of the warmer air growing closer to his lips and he canât help but focus on the way your eyelids flutter close.
The attraction is fatal and so is the small distance left. Unconsciously, even though itâs wrong, he couldnât help but adjust his position, wanting to claim you as his even if itâs just for a while. Just when your lips are mere millimetres away from touching, Sunwoo denies the touch of heaven, the angel inside gets his hands to fly and block the intimate act with his fingers. A hand cups your cheek, tracing along your jawline and a thumb slots in between your plump lips from reaching his. His breath hitches when you peek at the smooth surface, void of the curves that you were expecting. He watches the stars fade from your eyes, replacing them with a wall that he couldnât decipher.
Through his eyelashes that flutter quietly and the painful gulp, he prompts you once again, âLetâs go home.â More resolute and grounded than before. âWe can talk about this tomorrow.â
The thumb did leave the presence on your cupidâs bow but lingers at your lipâs bottom edge. Sunwoo watches as your lips bounce back after he lightly pulls it down and he sees the dullness from your eyes with every single second that passes. He shoves his sleeves past his fingertips, wrapping the grey around his pointer and starts to collect your confusion on his sleeves.
âI-Iâm sorry.â
He could tell it was genuine and he assumed that you mightâve sobered up a little bit within the last couple of seconds. Sunwoo met your forehead once again with his thumb that still held you like you were as fragile as the glass bottle that had been discarded.
âPlease donât leave me.â
âIâm not going to leave you. Donât even bother to think of those things ever again.â He reassures your muddled-up mind. âIâm going to pick you up, okay?â
Between your hazy vision and the churning of your stomach, the only indication you could give is a nod and outstretched arms towards his now-standing figure. Sunwoo adoringly chuckles, bending down and supporting your weight by scooping you up by your waist. He kept your body close to his even when he turned around and kneeled, patting his back for you to slump over.
Out of energy, your arms lazily dangled during the walk, elbows resting on his shoulders during the whole walk. Truth be told, his back aches because you couldnât get a proper grip on him but he knows as soon as he straightens his back to a more comfortable position, you might actually hit your head and wake up in the hospital. The walk back to his car is quiet, chattering filling the background noise. If youâre awake, you can feel the shaking of his thighs as he carefully rests you on the cushioned seat, an arm coming over his head onto the back of yours as a safety measure from the upper door frame. Without a single sound from you, he successfully buckles you securely in the front seat. Your coat is gently undressed from you to be used to cover your legs, the short skirt only makes you shiver in the night.
âWhy do cars always sound so loud?â
Sunwoo complains when he twists the car key to start the engine. His eyes fall to you again, observing your sleeping figure who is unaware of the little jumps and loops his heart made. His pointer reaches over to the loose strands that tickle the front of your face. From the back of your ear, he holds his breath at your slightly gaped lips that pull him closer, drawing him nearer to share a kiss with you. Why did you have to look so stunning despite the reeking alcohol that only becomes stronger in the small space?
Though faint, his reflection from the front window stares at him and he canât help but sink further into the seat, wanting to hide and run away from himself. âWill you ever look at me the same way?â he grumbles hopelessly into the palms that shield him from reality before driving towards his house.
The exhaustion from the eventful day finally washes over him as soon as he parks his car in one go. Usually, you would give an impressed look and Sunwoo would wiggle his eyebrows when you only scoff at his achievements. The connecting door to his house opens, throwing his things inside the hallway without much thought before jogging back to your side. His eyes narrow, concentrating on making as minimal noises as he can whilst opening the metal surface that separates you and him. A hand pushes on the door while the other does the contrasting action with the handle to avoid the loud click that vehicles make. Thankfully your head isnât resting on the door, something that he made sure didnât happen so that you could rest in his house without the bumps of the road lifting your head and slamming it back down due to ruthless gravity.
And as much as Cupidâs curly blonde hair is between all the sides of his fingers, he mastered the art of patience and âtrusting the processâ as he took a series of deep inhales.
Throughout the whole time, Cupid is impressed at how blind you both prove to be. Itâs obvious now as he pays attention to the way Sunwoo treats you and the way that you desperately clutch on his jacket that you both are more than best friends. He ponders if he should shoot another arrow even though the initial one he shot is showing progress.
In this line of work, where heâs used to shooting, and observing for a while before going to another potential couple, he seems to be stuck with the couple in front of him. Up until now, he has never thought to shoot the second arrow that is reserved for a couple that makes him look away distastefully. Heâs never met one that makes him take them out of their trance as itâs obvious it became more bad than good for them but what heâs twirling in his hand is not that.
But he starts to think about his decisions whenever you're hurting because of the world and he starts to think of the shatter in Sunwooâs heart whenever he's around you.
Is it worth it to have you both come together?
âBut you know,â the arrow stops between his pointer and thumb, the crest hitting the perimeter of the stationary cloud. Cupid continues to peer over the two, finding himself squealing with the way Sunwoo continues to make teasing jokes to make sure you donât fall asleep behind the bathroom door while brushing your teeth and changing into your favourite hoodie of his. âI donât think shooting one towards these two will do much.â
He smiles knowingly, completely immersed in the way that Sunwoo hops over to cradle your head into his chest as soon as you open the door. Your mind is still under the scorching forty percent but you didn't miss the way Sunwooâs fingers rub on your exposed thigh when he brings you to his bed bridal style.
And if he shoots another arrow?
Oh, Cupid knows that youâre both more than just teenagers in love. Especially in your case, terrified, and for Sunwoo who just wants to see you happyâanother arrow means nothing if you both donât learn and figure out this obstacle yourselves.
With Sunwooâs help, youâre snugged underneath his blanket, pulling it up to your nose, just the way you like it. The laundry detergent brings you rest, and your brain immediately relaxes as it associates the scent with safety. Your body rests on its side and you watch Sunwoo as he takes a kneeling position on the side of his bed, taking his hand to yours while his other forearm rests on the bouncy futon. The act makes his heartbeat increase once more. âSunwoo.â The boy only keeps his affectionate eyes on yours while he strokes your hair. âThank you for picking me up.â
The brushes of his thumb on the back of your palm could lull you to sleep. âCan I sleep on the living room couch today then?â Mischievously suggesting, knowing how much you would complain about leaving you alone in the room for the whole night.
The question makes you pout awake again, âYouâre going to leave me?â Maybe you werenât up for the joke and Sunwoo smiles sadly, clearing his throat and shaking his head assuringly.
âIâm just joking with you.â An airy laugh seeped out from his lips. âIâll sleep on the floor.â Pointing at the unoccupied space behind him. âDonât worry.â
âOr you can sleep next to meâŠâ
Cupid feels the tension in the air after your suggestion. He propels the bed of clouds, flying closer to have a better view of you two. Heâs so invested in the way Sunwoo softly looks at you that the shake of his head after some thinking makes him scream once more, burying his face into the white puff of air.
âWhy not?â You scooted against his bed, making space to prove your point that the bed was big enough for you both. âItâs not like weâve never done it beforeâŠâ
âI know.â Sunwoo stands from his kneeling position but you refuse to let go of his hand. Instead, your hands slide up from his wrist to entangle them between his fingers. âBubsâŠâ
âIâm scared.â Thatâs all it took for Sunwooâs knees to hit the floor again, coming closer to you. âWhat if I do manage to fall in love but then I just get hurt?â
âThen heâll deal with me.â It elicits a whimper from you and your vision suddenly blurs once more. The tears brim up more when Sunwooâs hand cups to rest against the apple of your cheeks with his knuckles, brushing in a circular motion. âLove them, itâs okay.â
The pressure youâre exerting on his fingers makes him furrow his eyebrows. âYouâre okay with that?â
âIf he makes you happy then Iâm okay with that, yes. If he is the one that will make you believe in love again, then yes.â And his shoulders shrug, not as a way to say that he doesnât care about your feelings because he doesâeveryone how much he cares for you. âI just want you to be happy.â
âThen make me happy.â
There it is again.
The implication that makes his eyes dart his focus from your heavy eyelids to the small gap between your lips. It travels down to your joined hands that lay next to your plump lips. He loves it. The sight of your hands, intertwining beautifully between his and the way that youâre holding him close to you as if his presence is a giftâif only he knew how much you treasure him.
âGet some sleep okay?â Ignoring it once more by throwing his eyes to his lap.
By some miracle, Sunwoo manages to break free from your hands but not before he wipes away the leftover final drops from your doe eyes. He didnât completely leave your side just yet though. Sunwoo just sinks his right forearm on the edge of his bed, his left on top before resting his chin later on. His eyes blinked and he held the momentary darkness for a few seconds longer before opening them again. You understand, nodding defeatedly. With Sunwoo looking over you, admiring you even though heâs much more exhausted after running around your house with an energetic child, you were able to finally slumber off to sleep. He only thought about standing when heard your drowsy breathing becoming soft snores. Even then, his hand snakes behind your nape and under all your strands, pulling your luscious locks up to hang over his pillow and leaving the cold air to cool your exposed skin.
âI love you.â
And thatâs when Cupid made up his mind.
The first thing that greets you when the flock of birds chirps too loudly for your liking is the gutting feeling of wanting to run down to the toilet bowl and empty the contents of your stomach. The second thing that hits you is the desert down your throat, your hand blindly rummaging on the bedside table to find the familiar shape of your water bottle. The third thing that hits you is the remnants of a tight non-existent band that wraps around your head.
Itâs all a good potion to remind yourself never to drink so much liquor in such a short period.
But the fourth thing that hits you as you rise to a sitting position, thumb and pointer running up horizontally across your eyebrows, is the familiar room that isnât yours. It takes you a while to notice but you recognise the one familiar arcade teddy bear on the very unorganised study table on the opposite of the room. The picture framed your scowl while the owner of the room held his phone up, tongue sticking out to the camera with the little peace sign above your head.
âShitâŠhow the heck did I get here?â Your bed hair becomes a bird's nest in a matter of seconds. âWait so last night I went to the convenience store,â tracing your steps carefully, âdrank at the beachâŠâ but a blank after that, âSunwoo must've picked me up.â The dread hits at the name you just spoke, âIâm not ready to face him!â
The blanket is ripped out from your lower body, and the drop in temperature sends goosebumps all over your body. Quite simply, you're embodying the term of waking up on the wrong side of the bed without its metaphorical meaning.
There was no point in peeking through the slit between the door and the frame of Sunwooâs bedroom because you knew directly on the other side is a wall with framed pictures of the family who resides there. You ready yourself with an inhale through your nose, preparing a bunch of words despite the still evident headache before exhaling through your mouth.
The smell of batter and vanilla becomes more evident as soon as your hand creaks the door open. It excites you knowing that your favourite breakfast isn't too far away from reach. The smile that you gave though, reminds you of the pressing matters when it strikes pain through the veins on the side of your head.
Your exclamation to the feeling is what rips Sunwoo out of his daydream, turning around to see you tiptoeing not too far behind him like a thief.
âYou're awake.â
Beside him, a tower of the perfectly circular cooked batter is stacked in five, maple syrup around the rim of the treat as it drops down naturally onto the rest of its friends below. You could tell that he probably timed each side with how uniform the colours of each side were. Sunwoo hasn't picked up the panic behind your eyes, setting the plate on the island between you both.
âTake this first.â He pops the white pill from its aluminium seal and reaches for the full glass of water he prepared earlier from the fridge.
Sunwoo didn't know that his proud smile would fall as quickly as you almost did when you stepped back. His feet rooted themselves to the slippery wood underneath, his eyes widening even though you managed to grab hold of the backrest of the couch next to you.
âAre you alriââ
âI should take my leave now.â You rushed to say, âMy mum must be wondering where I am.â
âI told her last night, don't worry.â
Right. Just like all the times he has done whenever you fell asleep on his shoulder while watching anime with him.
âEat something first and I'll drop you home.â His head tilted to the alluring warm cakes on the table.
The perfect cylinder on his hand would have slipped from his sweaty palms with how you shake your head in the slightest. Now he's picking up something. Do you remember the events from last night? No, you've always been a forgetful one and he would help you remember by setting up cues and would always have his camera facing you to record the horror creeping up your face.
Whatever it is, he felt the need to take the lead first, especially with how you're avoiding even looking his way and sitting down on the board of the furniture from before, your hands gripping the polyester beside your body. He's not too far away from you, maybe a metre apart but he's feeling anxious with the air himself, turning away from you momentarily.
You hear the exhausted exhale from your best friend and that made you scared to even look his way. The rim of the glass hits the marbled top. âI'm not going to do anything to you, you know?â
âOf course I knowâŠâ Keeping your emotions at bay.
âThen?â
Cupid raised both his eyebrows, hoping that you would be able to find the courage to rightfully confront Sunwoo for the feelings in your heart. His hands clamp together, lacing together as he rests his forehead on the knuckle of his thumb, silently encouraging the growth of the couple in front of him.
âI know that itâs my fault too that I didnât speak up about the date with Jaemin. I shouldâve been more honest to him first and foremost because heâs done nothing but nice to me and yes! The date was really nice and he was a gentleman like you said Sunwoo but,â the implications of the last word wipes the proud smile that he had, lips pursed to a thin line, âI wish that you didnât put me on the spot especially when you know that Iâm scared of being around men.â
There was no audible answer that he could truly give you. What you said is true and he hates that he projected to hide his feelings for you in the worst possible way. He left you alone at night, in the hands of someone that he canât fully tell your mother honestly that he knows. The shake of his head is slow but harsh and with a glance, you could hear the cogs turning inside the distraught boyâs head.
âIâm sorry.â Wavering in fear.
âPlease donât be.â He responds. âIâm sorry.â
Despite shutting his eyes, Sunwoo feels the looming shadow that falls over his slumped figure against the tabletop. His hands join together, a loud clap making you jump a little bit at the force of his thoughts. You watch as his hands drain the blood flow, slowly making his fist white. And though your chest hurts from the anxiety running through your veins, you decided that it was best for you to clear the awkward air.
What you did is beyond anyoneâs imagination but it felt right as compared to last nightâas compared to all those times two years ago. Your fingers cradle the underside of Sunwooâs jawline, separating his chin from his chest and angle his shocked face to yours. Sunwoo wouldâve genuinely run away usually, maybe even letting out one of those screeches that would leave you scolding him for the pounding of your eardrums, but something else is pounding in both of your chests and itâs syncing with each other for the first time.
You move little by little, your toes slowly moving in so that you can stand between his slightly open legs until the sides of your knees are between his. Slowly, the anterior side of his forearms starts to lift from the surface behind him, testing the waters to hold you in his arms by ghosting his already encircled arm around your middle. When you nod, Sunwoo finds himself tightening the hold immediately, pulling you into the crook of his neck while your fingers thread on the loose white of his fabric. His fingers widen their reach, wanting to feel your figure on a wider surface area.
âIâm in love with you.â
Itâs such a simple line.
It wasnât extravagant nor was it unique or poetic, yet you find yourself wanting to record it so that you could play it back whenever and wherever.
âI know youâre scared.â He affirms to your growing whimpers. âBut I want to continue to love you if youâll let me.â
Now itâs official. There was no buildup to the streams down your cheeks but you still let yourself indulge in the pent-up frustration over your lack of trust for the boy who is holding you like youâre the most precious thing in the whole world.
âIf our friendship is going to end and you'll never look my way ever again, then at least please let me hold you a little bit longer.â
You wish you could at least have enough strength to throw some punches on his chest but youâre breathless in both the way your throat begs for air and in the way Sunwoo nudges the tip of his nose to a sensitive part of your neck. The same area grows colder without any effort and it takes you less than a second to realise that Sunwoo is crying himself.
âWhy are you crying?â You ask as best as you can through your tears.
âBecause youâre crying.â He simply answers. âIt hurts me that youâve gone through so much.â Sunwooâs lips shudder, taking in small breaths himself. âBut Iâm really proud of you.â
âYou say that all the time.â
Sunwoo chuckles, acknowledging the times he did say it. âAnd Iâll never get tired of saying it.â
Cupid relaxes his shoulders when you both slightly pull away, tender eyes looking upon each other with a wide grin appearing on you both but he could tell you both are trying your best to not look away, wanting to live in the love that the other shared in the moment. He was about to flap his wings, thinking that it was enough eavesdropping for today but you quickly pressed a light pucker to Sunwooâs left cheek. Then to his right. Then to his philtrum. He couldnât help but cover his eyes at your daring act but what made him push back further to the corner of the room to give you space were your words.
âCross the line, Sunwoo.â
Sunwoo grips your waist, groaning against your lips and heâs momentarily still until you swipe the crease forming on his forehead and whisper a variation of assuring words. Thatâs all it takes for Sunwoo to finally close the gap between you both. Itâs no longer a metre, sixty or thirty centimetres, not with the way his hands roam all over your body, needing more confirmation that youâre the one kissing him. His hands slide from your waist, gently to cup both of your bottoms, pushing you up closer to him. It elicits a soft gasp from you but Sunwoo pulls on your bottom lip to connect you back to him. Your dazed eyes met his dark ones and he took this time to swipe his wet muscle across the teeth mark to soothe the pain.
Feverish for affection, your zooms towards his lips once more, locking the plumper ones between yours before pulling away with a soft hum and engulfing the other one to give it the same amount of love. Sunwooâs heart melts at the way you lightly tug on his scalp, the other hand sliding down along his nape and resting your palm on his collarbone. What makes him crazy is the vertical swipes that you give on his defined collarbones. He parts the kiss, pushing himself off the edge of the table and lifts you there, trapping your body with his palm on either side of your body.
âBubs.â
âYou okay?â
âMore than okay.â Sunwoo chuckles, devouring your lips once more. âCan I kiss you somewhere else?â As soon as the confirmation is given, a warm hand wraps on the back of your neck and Sunwoo starts to alternate the pressure from his open mouth on the side of your neck, starting to mark you his.
The black strands of his hair swallow every part of your gripping hold on him but he smirks against your skin with the little pretty sounds dripping from your lips.
âS-Sunwoo.â Realising now that heâs painting you on a visible area. âMy mum and brother are going to see.â
Itâs not that youâre embarrassed by himânever himâyouâre just shy at the new colour that he places on you, completely unfazed by what others think.
Possessive Kim Sunwooâyou could live with that.
âCan I pull the hoodie down a bit then?â Sunwoo pants against your skin, rough and slightly out of breath. âOnly if you want it.â And he made sure youâre comfortable with whatever itâs going to be with how he wipes the forming sweat on your upper spine.
You spent what it feels like a minute holding his gaze to you. âI trust you.â
And heâs back to creating a masterpiece on your skin. Three of his fingers hook on the neckline and expose the body part that he wants to place his hungry lips on next. He watches the way your collarbones become more visible when you deeply inhale and he waits for your next breath patiently. When it does come, you slightly throw your head back at the pleasure of his soft nimbles. Sunwoo didnât even want to spend a second away from you, his hand pushing on your lower back to press him up against you more. Your mewls are what motivate him more, pushing him just a bit more to finish the work in progress that he has in his head, pivoting his lower lip to a different angle and pressing the final press on you.
You release a breath you didnât even know you held and Sunwoo frowns at the way you limp your upper body onto him, arms around his shoulder for support.
âS-Sorry, I didnât mean to do it that hard.â
Your hair ruffles against his when you shake your head. âDonât be, I enjoyed it.â
Again, the room is filled with light chuckles once more, your dangling legs kicking the air at the shared moment together. Slowly but surely, the sweat evaporates from your face but your blush is still very evident. But before you become too shy and run away once again, you respond to his words that made you both cry in each otherâs safety.
âI love you too, Kim Sunwoo.â Sunwooâs hand that has been running up and down your back stops, wondering if he heard the right words. You turn to the vein on his neck, kissing along the line until the shell of his ear. âThank you for not giving up on me.â
Sunwooâs heart combusted at that and he only buries his heating face into your shoulder, making you giggle even more. His whole body is on cloud nine and heâs truly the luckiest person in the world to receive such words from you.
âI want to look at you.â He says before pulling away once more, hands planted next to your thighs once more.
Sunwooâs slender fingers tucked your strands behind your ears, squishing your cheeks in between and said a relay of sweet nothings. Even though his eye smile is mostly on you, occasional glances were being stolen somewhere else. Knowingly, your finger pulls the cloth down and you watch the shift of mischievousness start to leave.
âIs it pretty?â
The adjective is an understatement. Of course, he wanted to say âyesâ because itâs his art that heâs proud of. He's the one who put the distinct heart shape there, his teeth mark slowly fading on the tip of the heart where he pivoted before and the remnants of him still slightly shine on your skin thanks to the overhanging light.
âYouâre prettier.â Quickly stealing a peck from your lips to silence your shy complaints. âBe mine?â
âValentineâs Day passed, Woo.â
âBe mine for life then.â
Oh, Kim Sunwoo really does have a way with his words.
âPlus, Iâm glad that we didnât become official yesterday.â Shrugging when you tilt your head, still with that cute smile of yours. âNow we donât have to spend our Anniversary and Valentineâs Day on the same day. More mandatory days to spend with you.â
A light shove on his chest is what you respond with but your other hand already had a grip on the lower hem of his shirt. Sunwoo almost stumbled when you pulled him back, enveloping your lips with his.
âThank you for never giving up on me,â Hands cradling your jaw, yours doing the same and you make sure your feelings are known, âI love you so much.â
âI love you more.â
Guess Cupid changed his arrowâs trajectory much to Sunwooâs content.
Or maybe, itâs not really his doing after all.
Truth is, Cupid never shot an arrow in Kim Sunwooâs way.
In reality, Cupid actually shot his chance to Na Jaemin and him onlyâbut even he has made a wrong guess. The trust and hope that you and Sunwoo share are unmatched compared to the lovesick eyes that he has matched people with.
âA love thatâs greater than my powersâŠâ Though defeated and his self-confidence took a bit of a downfall, how truly upset can he be when he sees you and Sunwoo just embracing each other, body to body, close and loving each other just the way you both are?
Heâs glad of his decision to shoot that second arrow to the other boy after you both fell asleep last night.
âNow thatâs a mistake that I can live with.â
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#sobbing#took me ages to reblog#but here I am#like I love it so much#and knowing how tough#it was for you đ„ș#izz this is like my THE#favourite Sunwoo fic#and no one is taking it away from me#not even you lmao#likeâŠ#this is the type of partner I dream about#someone I would be comfortable with#like them just being with me gives me a source of#comfort and safety#and you depicted it so#perfectly#again your writings never fail to impress me :)#moot: izzy âïž#fic recs: Cupidâs mistake#artist: from-izzy#group: the boyz#member: Sunwoo
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I love hallways cuz like you can't fall too far in any direction without being braced by the safety of the wall. Nifty.
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i cannot explain how much kristen needs to change her marketing tactic
she keeps going around and saying that cassandra is the goddess of mystery and doubt and the night, but thats not quite true. cassandra is the goddess of finding safety in the unknown. of not being afraid of doubt.
she is the belief that even if you don't know where you are or what to do, if you are lost and alone in a dark forest, there will be something on the other side, and all you have to do is get there. Cassandra is the goddess of staring into the cold, uncaring void and feeling a warm hand clasp your own, of a whisper in your ear saying youre going to be okay. you aren't alone. it is going to be scary and hard and uncertain, but you will never be on your own because i am here with you. you will never be lost because i know where you are
#though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death#I will fear no evil;#For You are with me;#girls the religious trauma is showing back up#the inherent comfort and safety in having a divinity#there are times i still miss it :(#fhjy#kristen applebees#cassandra#fantasy high#dimension 20#d20#fantasy high junior year
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you know what trope drives me absolutely feral? Repetition. Just :
"Hey, hey, it's okay"
"Shh, you're safe, you're safe, it's alright "
"Look at me. Hey, look at me"
"Stay with me. Come on, just stay with me"
"It's over. It's over now."
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry"
"I'm here. I'm right here"
#sicknario#sickfic prompts#sickfic tropes#soft caretaker#hurt/comfort#whumpblr#sickfic whump#bonus points for fearful or delirious whumpee#the safety and familiarity of repetition is just!!!!#whump community
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you know sometimes I wake up in a cold sweat remembering the phrase âmore than just romanticâ and feeling like Iâve been knocked down a hill by the reminder that Dan and Phil are like ,, actually together. itâs not just a weird online shipping two twinks thing theyâre actual soulmates, companions through life, 4000 year old tortoises, RANCH, like a piece of furniture, like a normal gay couple ,,, what the fuck
#like what the fuck#?????#what the fuck ?????#anyway#sometimes I remember how happy they are and I feel like crying#they both deserve each other and happiness and love and comfort and safety and care#and all the other good things#so fucking much#and Iâm so happy for and proud of them#(maybe a little bit in a parasocial way maybe)#phan#dan and phil#amazingphil#dip n pip#phil lester#daniel howell#dnp#danisnotonfire#dan howell#dapg#dnptit#terrible influence tour
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*scuttles over to you* hey imagine how scared Childe must've been when you first found him as Foul Legacy.
the Harbinger stumbles home after a particularly difficult battle, his boots thumping along the darkened streets, the harbor city asleep under the black blanket of nighttime. labored breaths fall from his fanged maw, Foul Legacy's power barely hanging on so he can get them home, back to where it's safe, back to you. he pushes the door open and immediately doubles over, clutching the wall for support. it's fine, it's fine- he's home now. he'll patch himself up and slip into bed with your sleeping form, wrap his arms around you and drift off, nightmare-free. somehow you always chase away the memories of falling and falling and breaking on the way down.
it's past midnight. usually you're asleep by now, but the thumping noise of the door swinging shut, or perhaps the footsteps downstairs- something woke you. you sit up groggily in bed, following the shuffling and the quiet hisses of pain, not cautious in the slightest. Childe's taught you enough about combat for self-defense, a small sword in your hand as you make your way towards the door. but it clatters to the ground when your eyes land on an otherworldly beast, all violet and black and vivid crimson with sharp claws and two twin horns, hunched near the front door of your home.
you stare. Foul Legacy stares. then he scrambles back and presses himself against the way with a strangled screech.
you nearly jump back in fright, heart hammering in your chest as you grip your weapon. yet the creature merely shrinks away and grips its knees, letting out rasping sobs and whimpers. its blood drips onto the floor, dark and speckled with tiny lights, and your heart suddenly squeezes in a jolt of realization. gingerly you step forward, lowering your blade to the ground as you approach the weeping monster, placing a gentle hand into its thick, familiar coppery hair.
Foul Legacy's head snaps up towards you, his singular, faceted eye wide and filled with tears as he chokes out a faint, mournful whine.
I'm a monster. I'm terrifying. Please, please, please, don't be afraid.
you wrap your arms gently around the Abyssal half of your Harbinger, and Foul Legacy cries as he melts desperately into your embrace.
#genshin impact#childe#tartaglia#gi ajax#foul legacy#foul legacy childe#genshin tartagalia#genshin childe#genshin tartaglia#genshin x reader#childe x reader#he's so so scared that you'll hate him#but you love him no matter what#and can recognize him in any form#and he clings to you for that comfort and safety#and he loves you so so much#wifi's brainrot#short scenario#good evening
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Periodic reminder that unless a person specifically and clearly tells you it is okay to tell others they are trans or queer, you should err on the side of caution and assume they do not want you to tell people (especially random people!) about their transness or queerness.
You have no idea, generally, why somebody doesn't talk openly about their trans or queer status, and you have no idea, truly, how somebody might react to that information. The most progressive person out there is still capable of harbouring incredibly negative thoughts about somebody's queer status.
#lesbian#gay#bi#bisexual#trans#transgender#queer#lgbt#lgbtq#ally advice#inspired after somebody at work outed me (again Ă3)#i don't care how 'safe' you assume they will be! you cannot TRULY guarantee their safety!#you are effectively gambling with somebody's safety by assuming you can out them#also even if their safety was somehow 100% guaranteed it is still not your place to dictate what others know about THEM#like it isn't your own information you are giving out. the other person is a real human being with real thoughts...#...and there are real ramifications to your actions! this is like... real life and like... real people#anyway. i'm still fucking horrified at how cool people are (at least wrt me) with outing others đđ« #and it just... further reminds me that others see me as like... a thing to be talked about/over and i'm not seen as an autonomous human#maybe that's not their intentions 9/10 times but that still doesn't justify it nor does it change how i interpret that behaviour đ#it's just dehumanizing imo to be reminded 'your comfort DOESN'T MATTER. i think you should be talked ABOUT not TO.'#clarification for the first tag: this is the THIRD time somebody has outed me. i NEVER talk about being trans to... pretty much ANYBODY irl#it's shit like this that i have to resist taking the 'doompill' over#because it's scary and dehumanizing every. single. time. i feel so fucking scared each time#because - AGAIN - i know my safety will NEVER be guaranteed because i am trans and queer
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#bg3#baldurs gate 3#tav#astarion#im thinking about them all th etime.. drew this as a gift for myself#because i need to be working on my 1 week film.. lol...#they r both learning how to enjoy physical intimacy... comfort & safety... etc etc
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4 year old Ahmad Shabat - an israeli airstrike hit him, his parents & 4 siblings; he survived, they didn't - then they hit him & his father's relatives; he survived, they didn't - then they hit him & his uncle; he survived, his uncle didn't - both of Ahmed's legs have been amputated because of injuries. He survives.
i hope Ahmad gets to live. i hope he has a beautiful and fulfilling life. i hope he finds love and safety and comfort and success. i hope he finds happiness. i hope he heals. i hope he continues to survive. in spite of the violence, in spite of the trauma, in spite of the horror. in spite of the world.
#it feels like my heart is breaking over and over and over again#i hope this kid gets to live. i hope he has a beautiful and fulfilling life.#i hope he finds love and safety and comfort and success#i hope he finds happiness#i hope he heals#i hope he continues to survive in spite of everything#no child should have to go through even a fraction of this#never forget and never ever forgive#i remember seeing a video of him and his uncle. his uncle was speaking ab how they only have each other left. then they killed his uncle to#i am losing my mind every day#i spit on this world and everyone that has the power to stop this but wont#free palestine#palestine#gaza#long live palestine#death to israel#from the river to the sea palestine will be free#glory to the martyrs#long live the resistance
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ultimate ships challenge - [1/10] cuddling scenes
#cloisedit#smallvilleedit#dc#dcedit#dctvedit#tvedit#televisiongifs#dailyfilmtvgifs#tvarchive#dailyflicks#otpsource#chewieblog#userbbelcher#junkfooddaily#myedit#ultimate ships challenge#smallville#clark x lois#clark kent#lois lane#he is so BIG in this episode#like he's Big throughout S9 but oh my god I think it's the vest that emphasises it#but even then HIS VERY LARGE HANDS#never mind the rabid zombies /I/ am feral watching this ep#The struggle to decide what prompt to put this under#Could work for 'hugs' for 'cuddling' for 'hand on face'#I went cuddling cause I have a lot for hugs and the way she just SNUGGLES into his chest#(his very Big chest)#He's safety he's comfort he's warmth#And Clark's Big Damn Realisation is v important
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Ruined Safety
Gods, you know a whump trope I'd love to see?
Whumpee joining a group or making friends after theyâve escaped or started healing from their trauma with whumper on their own.
Their friends have only ever known them as this happy-go-lucky, sarcastic jokester. Someone who always has a ridiculous quip or joke ready to break the tension. Whose someone people can rely on and open up with to talk about their issues without judgement. Except when they think on it, they donât really know Whumpee that well. They know theyâre nice, and that they can be a joker, but they donât know anything about their past. Whumpee refuses to talk about it, deflecting with quips and sarcasm and jokes until the topic changes without anyone realizing the questions were never answered.
Whumpee has rebuilt themself from their trauma, theyâve already took the broken pieces of themself that were left after they escaped Whumper and put themself back together as someone new. Itâs been years since they were with Whumper and they have no desire to even think about that part of their life again.
...until Whumper shows back up without warning to rip the safety and the life theyâve built for themself out from under them. Reminding them that Whumpee is still just their pet, their plaything in front of everybody theyâve come to care about and and shattering the fragile sense of safety theyâd finally come to have. :)
It's even better if Whumpee was actually starting to get close to someone in the group more intimately, finally starting to feel safe enough to maybe let their walls down and be honest with them, just to have the agency of sharing their past and everything that happened to them ripped away by Whumper in one fell swoop as they're dragged away kicking and screaming in chains :) :) :)
#DaisyDukesđŠ#whump#whumpblr#whump ideas#whump prompt#whump tropes#hehehe#I'm in a mood rn if you can't tell#gods there's just something about whumpees /having/ that safety and comfort they craved after their escape#just to have it ripped away from them at the last second when they finally feel /safe/#god it gives me whumperflies
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gentle mornings
#alternatively titled - when your papas have the audacity to cuddle without you#kazurei#buddy daddies#i like to think they didnt really do cuddles much except when rei has a rough night and kazukis warmth and safety is the only thing that#can let him get rid of the anxiety and nightmares#he wouldnt ask for it#it would be kazuki dragging him to bed at first#rei reluctantly but in his weakened will the times hes slept together with miri and kazuki has been the times hes somehow always#managed to go out like a light as soon as his head hits the pillow#even he himself doesnt understand and he doesnt attempt to and he doesnt realise#that its safety and warmth and protection and peace#and thats the only reason he would let himself be dragged to bed#but#eventually when you have had the taste of something so good in the place of chilling nightmares and restless darkness that feels no less#safer than the light#your heart becomes indulgent#and rei will gently and wordlessly ask for an invite to the warmth again#its fulfilling and blissful when the three of them are together#but with just kazukis body enveloping him against the night its a different kind of comfort. even in his sleep he would clutch onto it#thats a tangent right there huh.....anyway. miri would be absolutely betrayed in the morning when she finds them snuggled up#she gets her cuddle time with her papas too then#one big pile of a warm and happy family#yes this is pre relationship yes they would do that yes it is possible#if you got this far thanks i guess jajdjfjs ill hopefully colour this soon but i dont know really so im putting it up here#my art
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I am just so fundamentally uninterested in the story where Jason is in the wrong and needs to Gain Perspective or whatever. God what a snore. What an absolute waste of my time.
#sigh obligatory disclaimer: I am not pro death penalty#I am pro authority figures actually enforcing safety rather than prioritizing the comfort of abusers and the status quo#the difference between Jason and the likes of Punisher or Huntress is that he positions himself as another criminal#he is aware of what heroes are symbolically and he doesnât want to mess that up#so when he kills you the message he sends is not that it happened because you deserved it#but that it happened because you broke the rules#and obviously this is problematic#but also this man lives in a world only superficially more civilized than a frontier zone#or idk maybe itâs just Gotham which is so fucked up#Jason cooled off as soon as he exited the city so eh#anyways desperate people will do desperate thing and moralizing at them makes you a smarmy fuck#jason todd
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the 141 recovering brainwashed!soap but heâs just a shell of his former self; never speaking, never moving without orders. he never even blinks; just stares straight ahead with his unnatural green eyes.
empty.
but ghost can't accept that.
price and gaz can't stand watching ghost torture himself day after day; visiting soap in his cell for hours at a time, trying anything he can think of to bring back his sergeant.
he shows him pictures of the 141 but soap thinks he's being given targets and moves to eliminate them before ghost stops him. he brings him his journal, tries to trigger his innermost thoughts and feelings he never shared with any of them, but after he reads it, soap summarises it like he's giving a mission briefing. impersonal.
cold.
it's late when ghost finally calls it; low and defeated after another long day of being stared at with eyes that don't see him. he isn't thinking when he pulls his mask off and harshly scrubs over his face, grinding his palm into his eye.
"don't worry, johnny; we're still fixin' each other's problems," he promises, little more than a whisper as he tries to summon the energy to leave johnny behind. again.
he pushes himself to his feet, his hand on the door handle when-
"what's my problem?"
ghost freezes, something like grief - something achingly closer to hope - chilling him. he slowly turns and though soap is still starring ahead, there's a faint light in his altered green eyes.
"the mask," he forces out. "take it off."
he knows there's no way to remove the mask - the muzzle - from his sergeant's face. it's too high-tech, even for them; the biometric scanner too advanced for any bypass they know of.
it's just another way he's failed him; bringing him home still bound in their enemy's chains.
soap- jolts; a sharp, almost painful looking flinch jerking his body.
"show my face?" and his voice has changed; no longer the monotone delivery that's haunted ghost's every waking moment.
it's smaller. uncertain. recollection of a memory half-destroyed.
"yes, johnny," he breathes.
soap moves unprompted for the first time since they found him; running his finger along the edge of the muzzle where his skin bulges from the pressure, half-visible scars hidden beneath the harsh metal.
"ugly," he murmurs.
ghost immediately shakes his head, almost stumbling back to the table; haphazardly throwing his mask on it. "quite the opposite," he insists.
it doesn't matter if he has no lower jaw left at all; johnny could never be ugly in his eyes.
agonisingly slowly, soap's eyes shift to the mask. he takes in the balaclava and hard shell skull like for all the times he's looked at it since his rescue, he never truly saw it. his lids fall in less of a blink and more stage curtains closing; slow, heavy, requiring effort and no small amount of strength to open once more
"good... to see you again..." he trails off, his hand shifting up to the top of his shaved head; nails digging unforgivingly into his scalp
"simon," ghost finishes for him; that horrid grieving hope tearing at his heart
soap's fingers flex and a drop of blood trails down his forehead, over the ridge of his nose to catch on the muzzle. "s-simon..."
his nails dig deeper, the drop falling to the table just to be followed by more and ghost aches to stop him but he's terrified to interrupt him. terrified to lose him now when he's so close to something.
soap's bloodied nails scratch down the crown of his head, following the line of his stolen mohawk until they come to rest on the back of the muzzle and ghost's heart drops.
they canât get it off.
they can't get it off and he doesn't know how to explain that to soap; doesn't know if he can stomach watching soap pull at the monstrosity holding him captive, the inevitable bloodbath as the edges cut into his skin.
"show my face," soap repeats.
"johnny..." ghost begins weakly, reaching out to him but he doesn't know how, doesn't know if he even should-
the muzzle clatters onto the table.
the biometrics they couldn't bypass, the fingerprint they needed that they were so sure belonged to makarov.
it belonged to soap.
how cruel to torture him with freedom he didn't understand he could take; didn't even understand he could want.
just the kind of sick game makarov loves.
ghost doesn't know what's louder; his heart pounding in his ears or the long, uninhibited breath soap takes.
his eyes fall shut as he leans his head back with it, the blood still dripping down his face as he straightens through his exhale. his lower jaw is a mess of scars where he fought against the previous iterations of the muzzle, the corners of his lips cut through and cracked.
but the green in his eyes is duller; that light sparking brighter as blue struggles to break through the glow.
ghost's never seen anything so beautiful.
"good to see you again, johnny."
#cw self harm#self harm#guess whoâs still on a brainwashed!soap kick!#the ending of wall-e but make it ghoap#you know when walle resets & eve brings all of his stuff he showed her at the beginning of the movie and its the song that brought him back?#fun fact i dont actually like callbacks all that much#i think they can be cheesy and kind of shoehorned#and unless its done a decent amount of time after the initial thing it can feel rushed and inauthentic#but im all over them when it comes to amnesia aus#its the âim with you til the end of the lineâ effect#but the reversal of ghost finding so much comfort and safety in his mask#being confronted by soap whos been forced into one against his will to strip him of his autonomy and humanity#it makes me froth at the mouth i swear#muzzles in general make me feral#i am not immune to the dog analogies#coming out of my cage and ive been doing just fine.txt#weâre a team. ghost team#soapghost#ghostsoap#ghoap#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#john soap mactavish#soap cod#cod fic#save post
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