#emotional fluff

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1255: Now or Never. (Persona 5)

11:28 p.m. at the LeBlanc Café.....................

Futaba: (Smirks Playfully at Ren While Sitting at a Table with Him, Lavenza, and Morgana) Sooooo~ You ready for your special date night with the Queen here, Renny Boy?~

Ren: (Points his Finger Gun at Futaba with a Confident Grin on his Face) As ready as I've always been with all our other dates in the past. Especially since this is the last day of the year.

Lavenza: (Happily Clasps her Hands Together) Such a romantic way to celebrate on this joyous occasion~

Ren: My thoughts exactly. Doubt anything special gonna happen here besides the countdown coming around the corner though.

Morgana: (Casually Shrugs with a Small, Playful Smirk on his Face) You never know~ Anything could happen in a night like this.

Ren: (Simply Nodded in Agreement) True, true. Let's just hope it isn't anything too chaotic.

Futaba: Relax!~ Nothing bad will happen tonight. Hopefully.

Ren: (Snickers a Bit) Nice words of security there, lil sis.

Futaba: (Immediately Pouts at her Big Brother Figure) Oh hush up you!!

The four eyes duo begins to banter at one another while their appointed Coffee Dad, Sojiro is watching them in the background behind the bar booth with Makoto standing next to him.

Sojiro: ('Sigh') Welp. Tonight's finally the night, kiddo. (Turns to Makoto) Still feeling nervous?

Makoto: (Gives Sojiro A Small Confident, but Sheepish Smile on her Face) A little, but not as much as I was when I told my soon to be mothers-in-law about the proposal earlier today.

Sojiro: (Intrigued While Nodding) Ahh, you finally told ypu say? How did that turn out?

Makoto: As well as you expected.

Flashback to a Few Hours Later, Bayonetta and Palutena's Bedroom.......

Palutena: (Sitting at the Front of the Bed With Bayonetta While Giving Makoto a Serious Looking Glare on her Face) So, you're finally going to ask our son's hand in marriage after a few years of being together, at the very last day of the year....

Bayonetta:: (Raises an Eyebrow at Makoto) And now you're standing here in our abode, asking for OUR blessings of the matter?

Makoto: (Simply, but Slightly Nervously Nodded) That's correct. I know it might be too much to ask at this point, Ms. Palutena and Ms. Bayonetta, but-

Bayonetta: (Raises her Hand Up in Front of Her, Instantly Makes Makoto Stop Talking) Nuh-uh, you are not allowed to call us misses anymore, young lady!

Palutena: (Simply Nodded) That's right.

Makoto: (Fearing For the Worse) O-Of course, ma'am. I'm-

Palutena/Bayonetta: (Suddenly Hops Off the Bed and Gives Makoto a Very Tearful Hug) CALL US MOMS INSTEAAAAAAAAD!!~ (Cries Loudly)

Makoto: (Taken Aback by the Sudden Group Hug) Oh! S-So ...does this means I have your blessings after all?

Bayonetta: Of course, dear~ ('Sniff') You've always had our blessings since the very day we first met!~

Palutena: We only wanted to do tough parents act on you once tonight, we didn't mean to scare you like that!!~

Makoto: (Smiles Sheepishly) That's alright, you two. I should've expected all of this to happen in retrospect...

'Door Opens'

Pit: AH!- (Trips Down on the Floor Before Pointing his Finger Up in the Air) We weren't eavesdropping!!

Kirby: (Happily Waves Hello to the Ladies Inside the Room) Hii!~

Pit: (Quickly Gets Himself Back Up From the Ground Before Twiddling his Fingers and Putting on a Bit of an Awkward Smile on his Face) But on the rare chance that we did wind up listening to the whole conversation in the-

Makoto: (Sighs While Playfully Rolling her Eyes a Bit) Yes, Pit-san, I'm planning on marrying your big brother in the near future-

Pit: YAY!!~ (Happily Runs Over and Joins the Makoto Hugfest Along with Kirby) We're officially siblings now!~

Makoto: (Giggles Softly) As in-laws!~

Pit: Same difference, right?

Makoto: (Smiles Softly) Guess so. (Kiss the Top of her Future Brothers in Laws' Heads One by One)

Back to the Present

Sojiro: (Chuckles Lightly) I swear, that family keeps getting wackier by the minute.

Makoto: (Giggles Softly) Definitely!~ I'm so happy to be a part of it. (Turns to Sojiro) Amd have you as my uncle-in-law, sir. (Grabs her Chin While Thinking) But I wonder.......Do I call you just by Uncle-in-Law alone or would "Coffee Dad" suffice?

Sojiro: (Casually Shrugs) I'd be fine woth either one personally. Your friends been calling me Coffee Dad for a long now though, so you might as well go with that.

???: I agree.

Makoto gets startled as turns to see one of her best friends, Ann Takamaki standing next to her on the other side.

Ann: Considering his line of business and fatherly vives, i say the name fits him pretty well, you know?

Makoto: (Genuinely Surprised by Ann's Presence) Ann? W-Where did you come from?

Ann: The back room.

Ann points Makoto to the cafe's back room where the rest of their friend group, Phantom Thieves (including Shiho, Omega and Astro Bot) are seen happily waving hello to Makoto while playing a game of Uno.

Ann: We're currently waiting for our chance to come out when the time is right. (Turns Back to Makoto) You ready to get this main event started?~

Makoto: ('Sigh') Ready as I'll ever be hopefully....

Ann: (Gives Makoto a Shoulders Massage and a Reassuring Smile on her Face) Hey, just remember everything I taught you up to this point: stay calm, don't hesitate, and if there comes a point where it's start getting a little challenging down the line-

Makoto: Find a work around towards the proposal itself and have it play out from there?

Ann: (Genuinely Surprised by the Answer Makoto Just Given Her) .....I was gonna say wing it till you make it, but that works a whole lot better. (Happily and Playfully Slaps the Back Side of Makoto's Arm) Now, go out there and put a ring on your man's finger!~

Makoto: (Giggles Ticklishly by the Slap and Ann's Pep Talk) Alright, I'm going!~ Wish me luck! (Waves Goodbye to Ann and Sojiro For Now Before Finally Makes her Way to Ren and now Her Table)

Ann: (Puts on a Teary Looking Smile on her Face) You see that, Sojiro-San? (Wipes a Singke Tear Off her Eyes) ('Sniff') Our two, dorky lovebirds are growing up fast over there~

Sojiro: (Puts on a Laid Back Smirk on his Face) Still think they still have a few ways to go in adulthood, but I'm inclined to agree to that notion just this once. (Turns to Ann) I'm happy for you and Shiho as well, you know?

Ann: (Smiles Brightly) Thanks!~ I'd be lying through my teeth if I say I wasn't at least a little nervous about the future ahead right now, but I know we have what it takes to face it together. (Turns Back to Her Two Friends in the Distance) Same for those two.

Back to Ren and Co.

Ren: (Playfully Shrugs at a Growling Futaba) Hey, I'm just say. You could work on your maturity a little bit more, kiddo. (Forms a Cocky Smirk) That should definitely be your resolution for the next year coming up.

Futaba: (Comically Glares at Ren) Work on how to keep that smart mouth od yours on a tight lid sometime and THEN we'll talk!!

'Clears Throat'

Ren and Futaba has finally ceased their bickering as them, Mona, amd Lavenza looks up to see Makoto softly glaring down at the duo.

Makoto: Would it kill you two not fight at the final few minutes of the year at least? Lord knows you can't last a whole minute do so in the next one.....

Trio: (Happily Cheersat the Queen in Front of Them) MAKOTO!~

Ren: (Smiles Brightly at his Girlfriend) Finally, the Queen of the hour has arrived. (Forms a Flirty Smirk on his Face) You're looking as beautiful as always~

Makoto: (Smirks Back at her Boyfriend) And you look as obnoxiously cute as you've ever been~ Makes me wanna kiss you already~ (Makes a Single Kiss Noise)

Ren: (Makes a Clicking Sound Through his Teeth While Winking at Makoto)

Morgana: (Immediately Gets Up From his Seat) Annnd that's our cure to leave.

Lavenza: (Follows Behind Mona with a Smile on her Face) We wouldn't want intrude on your special date night together~

Futaba: (Got Up From her Seat as Well) We'll be in the back if you need us. In the meantime- (Forms a Mischievous, Cheeky Grin on her Face) Enjoy the rest of the evening here together~

Futaba/Mona/Lavenza: Nyehehehehehehee!~ (Scurry Their Ways to the Back Room)

Ren: (Raises an Eyebrow at the Trio Scurrying Away) Okay, I don't know which I weirder: those three leaving the moment you've arrived here or hearing Mona and Lavenza do Futaba's gremlin laugh.

Makoto: (Sits Herself Down at the Other Side of the Table) They have been spending time with Futaba for a good while now, it was only a matter of time for them to pick up some of her habits. (Puts on a Bit of a Sheepish Smile on her Face) That being said, I wouldn't worry too much about those three altogether personally. This is our date night after all.

Ren: True, true. We could use all the alone time we can get right now. So how's college life these days?

Makoto: Tiresome, but still a nice experience all things considered. Forgot to tell you beforehand, but I've managed to ace the final exam on Sociology for the semester the days ago.

Ren: (Smiles Proudly at his Queen) Nice! I always knew you can do, hon.

Makoto: (Smiles Back at Ren) Thanks!~ I didn't think I had what it takes at first, truth be told, but I'm glad I was able to prove myself wrong on that day. I hope everything has been going well for you at the bar as of late.

Ren: It has- (Quickly Raise his Hand Up Beside Him) And don't worry! Not a single bar fight has occurred as of late all thanks to that bodyguard Uncle Rodin hired.

Makoto: ('Sighs in Relief') That's very good to hear. (Starts Cracking her Knuckles a Bit) I would hate to have to come over there myself.....

Ren: (Snickers a Bit) And do what? Raise some actual hell in there?

Makoto: (Pouts at Ren) Obviously! You know I don't play when it comes to you and your well being. You'd do the same for me.

Ren: You goddamn right. You're my world, the love of my life- (Place his Hand on his Chest While Singing a Bit) You're my inspiration!~

Makoto: (Starts Snickering into Laughter) Oho my God, Ren!~ That was so cheesy, even for you~

Ren: (Gives Makoto a Playful Glare) Hey, I thought you said you love my cheesiness!

Makoto: No, I seemed to remember telling you that I love and adore you as a whole. Your cheesy side is the only thing I can take or leave- (Starts Smirking at Ren) And I'm more than tempted to leave I behind this year.

Ren: ('Scoffs') Yeah, I like to see you try.

Makoto: (Leans Herself Foward and Over to Ren) An hour or so after the countdown. Your old room upstairs. Don't be late.

Ren: (Leans Over to Makoto) Sounds good to me. Can't wait.

The couple stare at each other for a few seconds until they both end up bursting out laughing and lean back to their seats shortly after.

Makoto: Oho my gosh~ Even in the first stage ofadulthood, we're such a mess~

Ren: Yea-he-hah!~ It's league better than being dull all day that's for sure. (Let's Out a Heavily Sigh, Helping Him Calm Down his Laughter in the Process) But...for real though, I'm glad we're still together now after all this time.

Makoto : (Smiles Softly) Me too. The last few years might have been challenging road for the both us to go through, even more individually, but none of that stop us from making it to the last day of the year.

Ren: Here's hoping we continue pushing through fpr mpre years to come. That sounds like a pretty reasonable New Years Resolution to make, don'tcha think?

Makoto: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Yeah. It's perfect. (Takes One very Deep Breath Before Speaking Once More) Okay. (Now or never.) Hey, Ren?

Ren: Hm? What's up?

Makoto: There's......something I've been wanting to give you for a while now. A really long while to exact....

Ren: (Raises an Eyebrow, Intrigued) Really now? Must be one helluva a gift if you waited this long to give to me. What's the ocassion?

Makoto: Just a token of being together for this long. I've given a lot of thought and consideration of presenting it to you since the very beginning and regardless of how completely nervous I am about the whole, I refuse to back out of it now, so if you don't mind, could you please just.... close your eyes for a minute? At least when I tell you could?

Ren: Yeah, no problem. (Closes his Eyes) I don't think you have anything to worry about though.

Makoto: You really think so?

Ren: I really know so. You're dating the most laid back dork of the century and a semi easy pleaser to boot.

Makoto: (Snickers a Bit) YOU being a dork is an understatement of the century actually ~

Ren: Don't start, woman. The bottom line is that I'll love anything you give me no matter what it looks like. So quit worrying and give me your best shot. Leader's orders.

Makoto: (Takes Another Deep Breath) if you say so. You can open your eyes now.

Ren: Roger that, your highne-

Ren's eyes slowly starts to widen up to complete surprise at the slight behold right next to him. His Queen of his life, kneeling down on one knee and presenting him with a tiny black box on the palm of his hands.

Makoto: Ren Amimaya, since the very first day we met, I had a low opinion of you just like almost everyone else at our high school at the time. But as time passes by and the more we bond with one another, I realized you were absolutely nothing like everyone thought you were. You're sweet, brave, intelligent, compassionate whenever you want, and you're just...really fun to be around in general, so much so that all of those traits and more were far more than enough for me to fall in love with you completely down the line. You even inspired me not only come out of my comfort zone and fight for what I believe in, but also improve myself as a person every single day. Case in point, you've... practically turned my around for the better and....

Tears finally begins to fall out of Makoto's eyes as she is trying her absolute hardest to continue without breaking down completely.

Makoto: ('Sniff') I don't know....what my life would've been like if you or all of the friends we've made along the way, aren't in my life right now. Hell, i don't even want imagine that scenario, because this is now and and the only thing i wanna say in this very café is..... I love you. ('Sniff') I love you, I love you, I love you, i love you so GODDAMN much, Ren-Ren!~ ('Sniff') And I will always....ALWAYS say that to you for as long as we both live! But not as boyfriend and girlfriend, but....husband and wife instead. So....from the bottom of my heart and the depth of my entire soul- (Opens the Box, Revealing a Beautiful, Shiny Ring From Inside) Would you please.make me the most happiest woman in the whole wide world and-

Ren: Yes.

Makoto: Marry m- Wait. H-Hang on! (Pouts a Bit) You didn't even let me finish my- sentence....

Makoto's eyes begins to widens at the slight of Ren Amimaya, the fearless, cunny leader of the Phantom Thieves and the young man that long since stolen his Queen's heart, starts tearing up as well as he tries to hide it, to little prevail.

Makoto: Oh Ren.....('Sniff') Are you okay?

Ren: Y-Yeah, just- ('Sniff') Give me a moment, will ya? ('Sniff') (Chuckles Lightly) Your words are moving me like a whirlwind right now

Makoto: (Giggles Wetly) Well, what do you expect? I'm pouring my heart out here!~

Ren: I know, I know, I love every second of it. ('Sniff') (Takes a Deep Breath Before Speaking) Okay, so you really want to go through woth this, huh?

Makoto: Absolutely. There's nothing else I rather do than proposal to you right now.

Ren: Cool, but...('Sniff') You sure I'm the right choice? I'm still pretty reckless.

Makoto: And? I'll keep scolding you till you stop, which I doubt it would be anytime soon.

Ren: ('Heh') Obviously. I just....('Sniff') Hope I don't become too much for you to deal with down the road.

Makoto: (Gently Grabs Hold of Ren's Hand) Ren, stop. You have always been a gem to be around and I refuse let you or anyone else say otherwise. The road of marriage won't be easy, but I know we both have what it takes to get through any obstacle that dares to stand in the way of our path.

Ren: As a team?

Makoto: Exactly! I told you you're smart. Now, I'll ask once more. (Gently Squeezes Ren's Hand) Will you please make the happiest woman in the world....and Marry me.

Ren: (Stares into Makoto's Beautiful Smile Fore a Few Seconds Before Coming Up with the Answer with a Smile of his Own) ('Sniff') Let's fucking go.

Makoto: (Burst Out Laughing Again) Renhen!~ Are you serious right now?

Ren: (Starts Crackling Up While Shrugging at Makoto) What? That's my final answer.

Makoto: (Tries Calming Down her Laugher) You know that's not what I mea, dumb-dumb~ Answer the proposal properly!!~

Ren: Okay, okay!~ Playtime's over now. (Gives Makoto a Very Sincere Smile) I do, Makoto Niijim-

'POP POP' 'POP'

Ren: (Gets Startled by the Sudden Pop Noises) What-

The duo turns to see their group of friends and Sojiro joyously cheering and applauding them for their sweet and successful proposal.

Ren: (Felt the Engagement Ring Gettiing Put on his Finger Whole Talking to his Crew) You guys been watching us this entire time?

Sojiro: (Shakes his Hand Around a Bit) Only at the proposal part. (Forms a Proud Smirk on his Face) And I believe I speak for everyone here that it is about damn time you two numbskulls got engaged.

Thieves: (Applauds the Newly Proposed Couple Once Again) Yeeeah!/ I know that's right!~/Woo!/Zero surprises to this outcome detected.

Futaba: (Happily Sprints Over Ren and Makoto's Tabls) Either way, CONGRATULATIOOOOOONS!~ (Hugs Makoto) I knew you could do it, big sis- In law~ (Winks at Makoto)

Yusuke: (Happily Nodded in Agreement as He Walks Over to the Couple Along with the Others) Truly remarkable indeed.

Haru: (Happily Clasps her Hands Together) Words cannot express how happy we are for you two right now!~

Lavenza: (Smiles Brightly as Well) I couldn't even begin to fathom how romantic the entire ordeal was~ (Turns to Mona) I truly hope my proposal to you will live up to theirs in the distant future.

Morgana: Yeah, I- (Eyes Widened at What Lavenza Just Said as She Lays the Side of her Head onto his Shoulder) Future......(Starts Blushing) P-P-Proposal!?~

Ann/Ryuji: REN!~ (Pulls Ren into a Very Loving Group Trio Hug)

Ryuji: (Playfully Gives Ren a Noogie) How's it feel to finally be a married man, my bro?~

Ren: (Chuckles Ticklishly) Unexpected, but amazing all the same. I'm super happy right now.

Ann: (Smiles Brightly) You better be, we're finally marrying the women of our dreams!~

Ren: (Shares a Hi-Five with Ann) Hell yeah! There's so much to do to set up for the wedding, I don't know where to start.

Ann: You know, Shiho and I been thinking about this for awhile now, but how would you guys like to share the wedding with us?

Ren: As like a real huge one? Are you sure you don't mind?

Ann: (Happily Nodded) Of course we don't. We'd be saving Momma Peach the trouble from setting up two seperate weddings if we have one together. And besides- (Places her Hands onto Ren's Shoulders while Giving him a Sincere Look in her Eyes) There's no one I would rather share this beautiful moment with than with one of my best friends in the whole world: you, Renny.

Ren: (Heart Begins to Melt as He Starts Tearing Up Again While Chuckling) ('Sniff') D-Damnit, Ann!~ Is this "Make Ren Cry Day" today? What the fuck!?~

Ryuji: (Forms a Teasing Grin) Well, if want us to make it an unofficial holiday, then-

Ren : (Comically Glares and Pounts at his Best Friend) Don't even think about it, Sakamoto!!

Ann: Relax, 'hon. (Hugs Ren Again) Gotta let your tears out every once and a while. We love you~

Ren: ('Sniff') Love you jerks, too.

Ryuji: Love us enough to make "Ren Cry Day" official?

Ren: (Glares at Ryuiji Again) What did I JUST say!?

Ann: Quit being a boob, Ryuji!

Ryuji: (Casually Shrugs) Hey, it ain't my fault I got him crying again.

Ann: (Comically Glares) It will be if ya don't hush up!

Ren: Yeah!!

Makoto: (Sighs While Watching the Trio Banters Back and Forth with One Another Along with Shiho) Those three has GOT to be the biggest dorks in this planet.

Shiho: (Snickers a Bit) I know~ And we're about to marry two of then one of these days~ (Turns to Makoto) How do you feel now that finally proposal?

Makoto: Relieved and blessed that it's all over and done with. (Smiles at Shiho) I can't thank you enough for going ring shopping with me months ago. I doubt I would have half the courage to pull it off if I didn't.

Shiho: (Smiles Sheepishly) It's nothing, really. I'm just glad we're both able to do it before the year ends. I can't wait for what the next one will have in store for us.

Makoto: Yeah, me too.

Omega: Twenty one seconds until the countdown reaches zero!

Sojiro: (Eyes Widened) Shit, it's starting already? (Sighs While Patting on his Pants Pocket and Then his Aporn) Where the hell did I put that remote?

Futaba: Go long!

Sojiro: Huh? (Notices the Remote Flying Towards Him Before Astro Bot Catches his for Him with One Hand) ('Sighs in Defeat') What am I going to do with that girl of mines? (Smiles Down at the Mini Robot Standing on his Shoulder) Nice catch, little guy.

Astro Bot happily nods and gives the remote to Sojiro. As he turns on the TV, the ball is now counting down to.....

TV: SIX....FIVE.....FOUR.....THREE......TWO......ONE.......

HAPPY NEW YEAR, Everyone!!

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[s1nfu7h0r53f7y]

It’s the middle of the night, only a few weeks after the Princess of Hell was born. Lucifer cradles Charlie in his arms, exhausted but content to have finally gotten her back to sleep, and that he was giving Lilith a chance to get some much needed rest. While he likely could put Charlie back in her crib at this point, he decides to hold her for a while longer.

Lucifer starts getting a bit misty, seeing her sweet face so peaceful. It still baffles him that he was actually able to tend to her as well as he had been. He’s the original fuck up, how was he able to do anything good? For that matter, how could anyone that was basically his mirror be so perfect?

Charlie whimpered and shifted a bit in her sleep. Lucifer immediately got nervous: was it something he did, was it a nightmare?! He began gently stroking her head, repeatedly whispering things in the vein of “shh shh, it’s okay, it’s okay! I’m here, daddy’s here.” After a bit, Charlie began to settle down, nestling into Lucifer, her ear and half her face right over his heart.

Tears started welling again in Lucifer’s eyes. This precious, innocent soul trusted him so deeply. He felt unworthy, yet touched. Lulu spread his wings, then gently wrapped them around himself and his daughter. “For the longest time, what few dreams I had have been painful nightmares. Now, I don’t care if they plague me, or even if I never dream again. I’ve been granted the most beautiful, glorious dream, and what makes it truly special is that despite how impossible it was to even imagine it could exist, it became real. *starts trembling, tears finally falling, voice breaking* You’re my dream come true, Char-Char.”

[dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes]

**Dies**

I love this. I should include this for a story or something.

Wade will casually ask Logan what kind of music he likes. Blues rock. Classic. A bit of country. Even some heavy metal when he's in the mood for something angry. Then he asks him what artists and bands he likes. And he goes online.

Logan's birthday arrives. Wade asks him to open up this big ass package. Logan rolls his eyes, expecting it to be some dumb prank. But instead...it's a record player. With all the records he listened to when he lived with the X-Men. He can't speak for a moment, tears well up in his eyes. He hugs Wade tight.

"Thank you!", he manages to whisper

[whateveriwant]

I have this one very specific headcanon that Simon is naturally left-handed.

From the moment his little infant consciousness kicked in and he realized he could grab things and bring them to his tiny slobbery mouth, Simon was instinctively reaching with his left hand. But as he got older, for some reason or another, he lost his left-handedness. Well, “lost” is the nicer way of putting it; the truth was he rejected it.

Maybe it was because he was being bullied at school or, hell, maybe he was being harassed by his own father because of it. Whatever the reason, when he was still a boy, Simon forced himself to use his right hand until it became second nature to him.

So now fast forward 30-odd years to where Simon is now a grown adult. He’s got a good job, a nice house, a loving partner…

And, wouldn’t you know it, he’s got a kid who’s left-handed.

Well, let me tell you, the moment Simon realized his kid seemed to favor their left hand over their right, he literally started to weep. But he didn’t cry out of sadness or frustration. Though, it wasn’t out of sheer happiness either.

To be honest, Simon wasn’t exactly sure what he was feeling at that moment. Pride? Envy? Catharsis after experiencing a lifetime of people being cruel over the most trivial of reasons?

Either way, you can bet your ass Simon immediately bought his kiddo any and every left-handed-specific gadget that was out there. Left-handed scissors, left-handed notebooks, left-handed can openers.

Why does a toddler need a can opener? Who cares! The point is that Simon knows just how hard it is to be a leftie in a rightie’s world. So if he can do something to make his kid’s life a little easier – to make the world a more forgiving place than the one he grew up in – he will do that with zero hesitation.

[rafey-baby]

bf!rafe making his girl feel better after a particularly long day...

c/w: rafe being big and comforting, cockwarming, use of daddy, 18+ mdni!

wc: 480

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She's been particularly emotional and sensitive for the entire day because life is so hard and sometimes she just feels so hopeless; feels like a complete failure who can't do anything right.  

“Rafe, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I just feel so fucking miserable sometimes. And I’m just so tired all the time,” she sniffles into his chest.

“Shh, there’s nothing wrong with you, alright? Just feeling a little overwhelmed, yeah?” He’s murmuring softly in her hair as she sobs, crocodile tears soaking his shirt.

“You’re all good. I’m here, Sweetheart. It’s just me, Rafe, alright?" His gentle voice reassures her, making her nuzzle her face into the crease of his neck, breathing in his comforting scent.

"There you go, just let it out, I’ve got you,” he settles a warm palm on her back, drawing lazy circles and smoothing a warm hand over her thigh. Big strong arms cage her to his body and he just holds her as she weeps, all exhausted and forlorn.

“I know, Sweetheart, I know. Just needed a cry, hm?” His steady heartbeat and breathing is starting to calm her down some as she rests her head on his chest, listening. And when she stops crying for a bit he mumbles tenderly. “There we go, just needed your Daddy, yeah?” 

“Rafe…” she whines out, still so restless he’s not sure how to pacify her until he feels her rocking in his lap, mindlessly rutting against the bulge in his pants. Soon enough he’s hard because how is he meant to help it when she’s gazing up at him with tear soaked eyes and swollen lips?

She just looks so pretty that he gets a desperate itch to squeeze her weakened form in his solid hands all over until she’s squealing, begging for him to stop with hearty giggles bubbling out of her throat.

"Don't worry that little head of yours so much, alright? Breaks m'heart. But I'll make it better for you," he mutters as he takes himself out; tucking his cock in her needy cunt, making her despondent crying come to a halt. He's always such a snug fit between her gummy walls and now he just stays there, stretching her out and making her feel so full.

And it works.

Her eyes cloud over some, erratic breathing evening out as she turns into something mellow, placid in his firm hold, making him smile. “That’s what you needed, huh? Just needed Daddy to stuff his cock in you, yeah?”

And she’s humming, whining, brain mushy as she wraps her hands around his sturdy abdomen and rests her head on his chest; his measured respiration and the steady beating of his heart soothing her, making her sleepy.

“There you go, Sweetheart. You’re all good. I’m right here, not going anywhere, alright?” he placates her as her eyes finally flutter shut.

[lilacgaby]

katsuki would not be overly sweet to his crush. he would come off as mean.

it's not his fault! you make him feel things he'd never felt before. especially if you met him when he was in middle school or early on in his first year. he didn't know why his heart beat fast around you, why his hands sweated more around you, why his mind blanked when you asked him simple things.

his solution? avoid you and get out of conversations with you as soon as he can.

it worked, for a while. but he found that your friend groups overlapped, and sometimes you'd even be grouped together in class.

most conversations between you went as such. "hey, uh bakugo?" you'd ask, moving to face him. he'd stay still as a board, ignoring the rush of his heart and hot feeling on his cheeks. his grip on his pen tightened.

at no response you'd continue. "do you have a-"

"no."

"??? i didn't even-"

"leave me alone."

good thing his friends picked up on his behavior and diagnosed him with said crush. and good thing they shoved the two of you into a closet for seven minutes in heaven, forcing him to finally talk to you, finally realize these feelings brightened him up inside and weren't as bad as he made them out to be.

after that he begun to treat you differently, it was seen in the small things like offering you his jacket, fixing your hair for you, walking you home.

but more than everyone, you'd be the most surprised. because the same guy who avoided you like the plague would be offering his shoulder for you to lay on.

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[cashmoneyyysstuff]

yall i kinda dont care what you gotta say on this one cus its real to me but katsuki is lowkey a crybaby. i fully believe he cries extremely easy,, like..HAVE YOU SEEN HIM ??? do you see how quickly bothered and emotional he gets over stuff ? no,not angry—bothered and emotional. (but the angry part also works lowkey i like to think in certain situations he gets so angry he cries.)

so yeah every time you argue—wether it’s over the phone n he hangs up on you or in person and he storms off to get away from you. he’s just so mad at you, he’s angry so so angry but he doesn’t like fighting with you. he’s in the right, he’s sure he is.. but a minuscule little part of him sorta wishes he wasn’t so this fight never happened. and also, don’t tell anyone, but he’s also pretty fucking worried you’ll leave him.

oh and there they are, he feels little tears prick at his lash line, practically clawing at his face the moment he feels them coming. he sniffles loudly nose already clogged and he scowls so hard, eyebrows pinched harder like that’ll make them go away.

he’s angry, so angry. he tries to convince himself he’s fuming just so he can stop crying.

—and he cries anyway. it’s nothing too dramatic, no sobs. only a hiccup manages to pass through his lips and he’s heaving and sniffling hard, wiping at his eyes and nose.

and he cries anyway.

[ozzgin]

On the topic of emotional support monsters: service vampire with a Reader who has a blood related disease (like anemia).

You turn to your undead partner, who has been nudging you relentlessly for the past ten minutes.

“I’m presently talking to someone”, you confess, somewhat irritated by the persistence.

“My beloved”, they begin, lowering themselves to your ear level and continuing in a discreet whisper: “I believe you need to lay down, or you may soon feel dizzy.”

They take another hearty breath from your uncovered neck.

“Oh yes, I’m certain. Sit down, and I’ll bring you some sugary treats.”

[Rent-A-Monster]

[samaraxmorgan]

Your Roommate Sukuna

“That Time He Got Jealous Of His Twin Brother”

Modern no curse AU, Sukuna X Reader

Synopsis: This housing crisis sure is no joke huh? Rent is just too expensive to live alone, so you put out a listing for a roommate and ended up living with none other than the tattooed bad boy Ryomen Sukuna! This is part of a series of drabbles and oneshots showing glimpses into you and Sukuna’s living situation!!

Contains: brothers au, pure fluff, slight Yuuji x Reader but we all know who you’re really here for, Sukuna is down bad, narration is mostly from Sukuna’s POV

Word Count: 1.80k

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Sukuna is a fucking geinus.

His plan is full proof. His brothers put him in charge of buying the tickets for some stupid ass movie Yuuji wants to go see, and you always write your work schedule down on the calendar taped to the fridge. Sure, yeah, maybe he had to call out sick for today because this was the only day that Choso had work and you didn’t, but now he knows that his plan will fall perfectly into place. Yuuji is already at the apartment, you’ll come downstairs eventually, and Yuuji will invite you to come to the movie in Choso’s place, making it look like a total coincidence and definitely not something he’s been meticulously planning all week.

Could he have just, I don’t know, asked you to go on a date with him? Of course not, that’s fucking ridiculous. This makes so much more sense.

I mean, you absolutely loved The Human Centipede, definitely weren’t covering your eyes in terror and disgust when he showed it to you, so it’s a no brainer that you’ll just adore Human Earthworm. Hah! What a fuckin’ joke, you’ll be dragging Sukuna out of the theatre within five minutes and begging him to take you out somewhere else without his annoying twin brother.

It’s perfect.

Him and Yuuji are lounging on opposite ends of the couch while Yuuji is going on and on about an Elden Ring boss he can’t beat. Sukuna has his boots propped up on the coffee table and his arms resting behind his head as he half listens to his brother, and more so keeps an ear out for your footsteps upstairs.

“I was gonna try and beat her without summons but she’s kicking my ass, how many tries did it take you?”

“One.”

“Ugh!” Yuuji flops backwards on the couch, grabbing a throw pillow and shoving it over his face, his defeated whines muffled through the plush cotton, “She’s so impossible!”

Footsteps, finally. As you walk into the living room Yuuji uncovers his face, and you stop dead in your tracks, pointing at him, and then his brother, back and forth a few times before rubbing your eyes.

“Holy shit, there’s two of you?”

Oh yeah, I never mentioned my family huh?

Sukuna just gives you a smug smirk, “Three, but the emo one couldn’t make it.”

Yuuji perks up, jolting upright on the couch and giving you a bright smile, “Hi! I’m the normal one!”

You pull a chair out from the kitchen table, plopping yourself down into the wooden seat, “I think I’m gonna faint.”

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Sukuna is… a fucking idiot.

He knew his brother had a bubbly personality and could get along with literally anyone, but how was he supposed to know that you two would hit it off so well? Yuuji is pulling out all the stops, holding the door open for you, offering to pay for your popcorn, god it’s like he’s trying to get on Sukuna’s nerves.

Granted, it’s not like Sukuna told him that he likes you, but I mean for fucks sake that’s his twin brother! Shouldn’t he have some sort of sixth sense for this kind of thing?

That pink haired fucker has you wrapped around his little finger, you’re looking at him with googly eyes and cheesing like it’s fucking picture day. Ridiculous. Why don’t you ever smile like that for him? He’s funny!

I’m never letting him in the apartment again.

The three of you walk up to the top row of the nearly empty theater, Sukuna making sure to sit right between you and Yuuji. Previews are rolling on the screen as Sukuna is trying his damndest to hide the scowl on his face, his large arms crossed over his broad chest as he watches the way the large screen reflects different colors into your eyes. He didn’t really think this far ahead, he’s got you next to him at the movies but… what now? He’s mentally kicking himself enough as it is for not considering his overly charismatic brother, and now he’s realizing that he doesn’t even know what his own intentions are.

Did he just want to take you somewhere? Is he trying to sleep with you? Does he want to be… romantic with you?

God, what has he become? He’s supposed to be the tough fucking scary guy and he’s not only getting shown up by his nerdy brother, but also getting nervous at the thought of making a move on you.

Yuuji flings popcorn in your direction, making you squeal out a giggle as it gently lands in your hair. Sukuna groans, hardly paying attention as he’s deep in thought, running his finger through your hair and flicking the popcorn away. He’s so consumed in his own head that he completely misses the blush that tints your cheeks at his tender touch.

Should I have even bothered with this? I feel like staying at the house would’ve been better at this point.

A piece of popcorn flies into his eye.

“Ugh,” This is so stupid, Sukuna rubs his eyelid with his thumb, “Watch it, brat.”

Yuuji tosses his hands up defensively and you giggle again, leaning over the armrest and placing your pointer finger on Sukuna’s cheek, tilting his face to turn towards you. Have your eyes always been that bright?

“Ooh, bullseye.” He can feel your breath fanning on his face, you’re so close, but just as abruptly as you leaned in, you lean back into your seat. God, he wants more than anything to tell you to come back, but the words wouldn’t be able to escape his lips if he tried. Unfortunately, all he manages to do is glare down at you and make you shift awkwardly under his gaze, mumbling out a quick apology.

Fuck. I think I scared them.

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From what you’ve been able to gather, this movie is weird. Is it horror or romance? You’ve been having trouble paying attention, far too distracted by Yuuji leaning over the very annoyed looking Sukuna to excitedly whisper tidbits about the movie to you. But every time you look over to Yuuji your eyes can’t help but wander to Sukuna’s profile, the flashing lights of the large screen illuminating his tattooed skin, his bottom lip tutting out to blow the loose strand of his pink hair resting on his brow out of his eyes-

Ah dammit, I’m doing it again.

You’re so confused. Sukuna has been giving you mixed signals all night, sweetly running his fingers through your hair one moment, then glowering at you like he wants you dead the next. He’s so unpredictable, and you’ve been so distracted by him all evening that you’ve hardly been able to pay any attention to poor Yuuji, giving him bright smiles and fake laughs while your mind is completely consumed with Sukuna.

He’s been so grumpy the entire evening, you’ve been feeling like he’s… disappointed? Is he mad his other brother couldn’t come? Is he mad that you took the emo one’s place? Would he rather somebody else have gone to the movie with him? It was Yuuji’s idea for you to tag along, so it’s safe to assume that if Sukuna wanted you here he would have just invited you, right?

But then every now and again his eyes flicker to you, watching. Why is he looking at you like that? With his gaze so uncharacteristically soft, scanning your face like he’s searching for something, from the corner of your eye you can catch him looking at your lips.

Is there something on my face?

You’re ripped from your thoughts as a blood curdling scream erupts from the speakers, making you jump in your seat. You catch the tiniest glimpse of a smirk creeping on the corner of Sukuna’s lips as he sits like a rock, completely unbothered as per usual. You gently kick his foot under the seat, and he presses his large boot onto the top of your sneaker, pinning your shoe under his and keeping your foot locked in place under the sole of his steel toe boot.

You cross your arms over your chest, letting out a frustrated huff at him that only makes his grin grow wider, his face still pointed towards the large screen as he flashes his canines at you. He props his elbow on the armrest between you, resting his chin on the ball of his palm as he peers down at you with a smug grin.

“You ready to get out of here yet?”

Cocky fucker, I swear he gets off on making me mad.

“No.” You snap back defensively.

Unbeknownst to you, his question was not rhetorical. But you’re in it now, determined to sit through this entire movie even if it kills you. You’re bothering him enough just by being here, the last thing you want to do is make him feel like he needs to leave.

His smirk shifts into a grimace as he taps his boot on top of your shoe. You slide your sneaker away but he loops his calf around yours and pulls your leg towards him, gently kicking your foot. If you didn’t know better you’d almost think he was… trying to play footsies with you? You’re not really sure what he’s trying to do, all you know is that he’s still leaning on the armrest between you and probably unintentionally pulling you closer by your leg.

Your arm brushes against his as you try to maneuver your elbow onto the armrest, quietly muttering to him “You’re hogging up all the space.”

He leans down slightly to whisper in your ear, “Tragic. Use the other one.”

You nudge his forearm with your elbow, “Just move your arm.”

He lets out a quiet “Tch” and raises his arm to rest over the back of your seat instead, “This better, brat?”

You nod your head as a blush creeps onto your cheeks, luckily hidden by the darkness in the room. When you relax back into your chair you can feel his arm pressing into the back of your neck and his fingers lightly graze against your shoulder. It feels… kinda comforting, you can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to lean into his touch and your heart starts to pound at the thought.

You don’t dare to look at Sukuna, deciding to quietly enjoy the moment. Which is a real shame, because if you did look at him there’s a chance you’d catch the way he’s gnawing on his bottom lip with a face that looks almost as flustered as your own.

He might be enjoying this more than you are, and he might even be thinking that having to sit through this movie might not be so bad after all.

A/N: POV you and Sukuna are two idiots who are into each other but neither of you have the balls to do something about it. Also writing Sukuna’s POV for the narration was SO FUN!!! We love our delusional king who sees you god forbid smile at another person and immediately assumes you’re in love with them Dividers by @adornedwithlight

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[kokokoula]

you fall first, but he falls harder

a/n: i can only write fluff, so please trust me that it's fluff. there's like, one usage of 'she', timeskip spoilers, and a bit of language. it's my longest fic yet (which isn't saying much), no beta we die like daichi

you don't know that tsukishima kei knows about your crush on him. it's so damn obvious, how you turn red so easily when he's around. unfortunately for you, though, he doesn't reciprocate, nor does he bother confronting you about it. you are his closest friend other than yamaguchi, and as much as he hates to admit it, he doesn't want to lose you as one. it's so tedious, anyways.

---

"it's our last year in karasuno, do you have anything planned?" you ask as you lay on the floor of tsukishima's room. you're supposed to be studying, since it was what you came over to do with kei and tadashi, but you gave up somewhere halfway in geography.

"it is my last year, but who knows about you? you've been slacking so much, you'd probably have to repeat a year. and could you get up?" he sighs and nudges your side with his foot.

"asshole," you mutter, cheeks growing red. if you knew that he just dodged your question, you don't do anything about it. "just you wait, i'll enroll into kyoto university and make you eat your words, beanpole."

"sure." his reply drips with sarcasm, but he doesn't doubt that you can make it far. there's a knock at the door.

"sorry for being late!"

"tadashi!!"

---

kei knows you can read him like an open book. you can tell he's having a bad day just by a conversation with him through text. he also knows that when he says that he doesn't want to talk, you immediately ring his phone.

the first time it happened, he had tried to decline your calls, or just ignore them entirely, but you're insistent. eventually he picked up, filled with pure irritation at that point.

"could you--"

"i'm heading over. i promise i won't push for any details. i'll even get strawberry shortcake on the way." you immediately stated. he paused to mull it over.

"fine, but if the cake sucks, i'm kicking you out." it's safe to say that the cake was good enough to make this a habit, so much so that tsukshima doesn't even know why you still call him to let him know you're coming over. the both of you know you will no matter what.

so here you are, sitting on his bedroom floor with him and eating desserts in silence, save for the music playing softly from his computer.

"you're gonna get in trouble with your parents when they realise you snuck out." he remarks. you shrug your shoulders, stuffing the remaining taiyaki in your mouth.

"i know."

"don't talk with your mouth full." you roll your eyes with a furious blush. somehow, you being here with him becomes sweeter than the strawberry shortcake.

---

you were there when tsukishima made the decision to go professional with volleyball.

his last match as karasuno's middle blocker had ended. his body was sore all over, but somehow the freak duo managed to convince him and yamaguchi to play one more match back at school, just the four of them with yachi. but even with landing third in nationals and a final intimate match with his teammates, he still somehow felt so unsatisfied.

the walk home with you was silent. he was grateful you didn't say anything. he couldn't handle any more questions about how he was feeling when he himself was unsure. it was when you two stepped outside the convenience store after getting ice cream did he come to the conclusion that he never wants to have a last match.

"i'm not going to give up on volleyball after graduation." he announced out of the blue. you were caught off guard for a bit, before grinning at him. "i expected that."

"why?"

"you call hinata and kageyama freaks for being so insane about volleyball, but you don't even realise that you're just as equally crazy about it as them." you said it so nonchalantly as you eat your ice cream, like you're stating a fact. now it was his turn to be taken off guard. he took a while to let it settle in before chuckling softly.

he should have known that you know him better than he does himself.

---

it's graduation day. tsukishima and kageyama are stuck with their four teary-eyed friends by their side. kei awkwardly pats your head, not knowing how to comfort you. you laugh at his feeble attempt, your rosy cheeks burning red. have you always been this cute? in the midst of all the bittersweet interactions, you get distracted by something on your phone, and let out a gasp.

"what is it, (name)?" yamaguchi asks. you're trembling slightly, and tsukishima grows worried.

"i, uh, got into kyoto university," you say in disbelief. "i actually got in!" everyone congratulates you, but you only care about one thing.

"tsukki, remember that day i told you i'd make you eat your words?" he hums in acknowledgement. you shove the acceptance email in his face, but he can only focus on how proud you look with that shit-eating smirk. "what do you have to say now, beanpole?"

he smiles. that's my best friend right there.

"nothing."

---

you were gone before the new year, and kei was handling your absence well until semester started. he had believed it'd be fine, you were only across the country, not across the world. plus, you promised you would call as often as you could.

but he doesn't see you in his classes anymore, and you don't come over when he's having a bad day. he got himself strawberry shortcake to lighten his mood like it usually does, but he only feels hollow. it doesn't help that since he's going pro, his volleyball training is almost everyday now, and with your commitments, he rarely gets to call you anymore. it hurts like hell inside.

"hey tsukki, you've been off recently. is everything ok?" tadashi calls him one day.

"i'm fine, yamaguchi." kei lies. tadashi isn't convinced.

"does it have something to do with (name) being in kyoto?"

"why would you say that?" he answered too quickly for his liking.

"well, you bring (name) up quite a bit, and when you realise she isn't there, you get all quiet and snappy." tsukishima is about to retort back, but then it hits him.

oh shit, he's in love.

---

the day you finally return back to miyagi to visit, tsukishima waits at the station with yamaguchi. kei's eyes are constantly searching the crowd and flickering to his watch every so often.

"tsukki, relax, she'll be here soon." he ignores tadashi's reassurance.

tsukishima kei is a composed man, always able to think before he acts. but when he catches sight of you, he runs. before you can register anything, he hugs you, gripping onto you like a lifeline, like he will die if he lets go of you.

"tsukki--"

"gosh, i missed you so much, you idiot." he knows you could have easily lost feelings for him when you were away.

"wha--"

"i've suffered so much because of your stupid, dumb ass." he doesn't care.

"wait--"

"i like you, so go out with me before you have to head back to kyoto." you're back, and he's scared to lose you again. every second you stay quiet, the louder his heart beats in his ears.

"really?" you finally say, your voice barely over a whisper.

"yea." another pause.

"guess i'm yours then, beanpole."

bonus:

"you know, i knew about your crush back in high school."

"what the heck?"

"you didn't necessarily hide it well."

"then i'll have you know that yamaguchi told me everything that had happened when i've been gone."

"...fuck."

[enhaflixer]

all i know is we said "hello" (and your eyes looking like coming home)

family friend!Jungwon x f!reader

Synopsis: Years of just friends start to unravel when Jungwon dates the wrong girl, and you realize you might’ve lost him for good—until one fight changes everything.

Word Count: ~3.7k

Warnings: Angst to fluff, Jealousy & misunderstandings, Toxic ex-girlfriend, Emotional confrontation, Kissing

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AN: THIS ONE GOES OUT TO MAAAA GIRLLLLLL @naurwayyyyy YOU GO BSF HOPE U LIKE IT

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Yang Jungwon met you for the first time at a neighborhood playground when you were both six years old. The air buzzed with excitement as children ran across the wood chips, their laughter ringing through the summer evening. The smell of grilled food drifted from nearby picnic tables, where parents gathered to chat and keep a watchful eye on their little ones. You had just finished building a sandcastle, proudly shaping the turrets, when a shadow loomed over you.

Can I help?” Jungwon’s voice was quiet but curious. His neatly combed hair and serious expression made him look oddly formal for a playground, but there was a warmth in his eyes that made you nod.

Together, you molded the castle, carefully adding moats and bridges. He handed you a twig to use as a flag, and when you placed it at the highest turret, he clapped as if you had just accomplished something grand. That was all it took. From that moment on, you were inseparable for the rest of the evening. You chased each other across the monkey bars, competed to see who could swing the highest, and shared his snacks—because, as Jungwon had explained, “friends share snacks.”

When the time came to leave, your parents had to pry you both apart. Your mother chuckled, shaking her head. “Looks like they’ve found their new best friend.” His mother nodded, a knowing smile on her lips. “I think we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other.”

And they were right.

Your friendship with Jungwon only deepened as the years passed. Your childhood was filled with shared birthdays, school projects, and whispered secrets under blanket forts. Summers were spent playing hide-and-seek until dusk, while winters meant snowball fights and cups of hot chocolate at each other’s houses. There was never a moment of hesitation between you two—Jungwon was your person, and you were his.

At a school talent show in third grade, you had nervously gripped the microphone, ready to perform a duet with Jungwon. You had practiced for weeks, but the crowd made your stomach churn with nerves. Jungwon had noticed immediately, nudging you gently before whispering, “We’ve got this.” When you finally sang, his voice carried yours, steady and sure. By the time the song ended, the entire auditorium had erupted in applause.

Then there were the family picnics, where both families gathered in the park with packed lunches and coolers full of drinks. Your parents, ever the shameless matchmakers, would tease, “Look at our little soulmates.” You and Jungwon would exchange exasperated looks before groaning, “We’re just friends!” But despite the protests, there was an undeniable closeness between you that neither of you could—or wanted to—explain.

Even on rainy days, when plans were canceled, the two of you found joy in the simplest things. Instead of sulking over ruined outings, you built elaborate pillow forts in your living room, draping blankets over chairs and stringing fairy lights inside. Those rainy afternoons were filled with whispered conversations and laughter, the outside world forgotten as long as you were together.

High school brought new experiences and social circles, but your bond with Jungwon remained unwavering. At your first school dance, you had both stood awkwardly near the refreshments table, watching your peers with amusement. “This is weird,” you had muttered.

Jungwon had chuckled. “Very weird.”

But eventually, he had held out a hand, grinning. “Come on. Just one dance.”

With a reluctant sigh, you had taken it, and for the rest of the night, you danced��badly, terribly even—but together.

As high school progressed, you faced more changes. Exams, sports, extracurriculars—all the things that came with growing up. But at the end of the day, you and Jungwon always found your way back to each other, whether it was through late-night calls about homework stress or spontaneous ice cream runs after rough days.

Until Soojin happened.

-

University was supposed to be an exciting new chapter, a place where you and Jungwon would navigate the unknown together. But then Soojin Kim entered the picture, and everything started to change.

You first noticed her at a university mixer, where her effortless charm and striking beauty immediately caught Jungwon’s attention. You had watched, a strange feeling settling in your stomach, as she laughed at his jokes, leaning in just a little too close. Jungwon, captivated, barely noticed when you excused yourself early that night.

The first time Jungwon introduced you to Soojin over coffee, you knew something was off. Her saccharine smile never quite reached her eyes, and though her words were laced with politeness, every compliment felt like a carefully disguised jab.

“You and Jungwon must have been such adorable kids together,” she had said, stirring her latte. “It’s cute how you still follow him around.”

Something in your chest twisted, but Jungwon, oblivious, had only beamed. “Yeah, we’ve been inseparable since we were kids.”

Soojin had tilted her head, smiling. “That’s adorable. But I mean, college is all about moving forward, right?”

It wasn’t long before Jungwon started canceling plans more often. “Sorry, Soojin wants to go to this concert tonight,” he’d text last minute. Or, “I’ll make it up to you, promise.” But promises didn’t stop the empty seats at your usual café meet-ups or the growing ache in your chest.

-

Your birthday had always been special—an unspoken tradition where Jungwon would take you to your favorite café, just the two of you. It was something you both looked forward to every year, a brief moment of certainty in a life full of change. But this year, something was different.

You sat alone at your usual table, the one by the window where the sunlight would always hit just right. A small slice of cake sat untouched before you, the candle flickering unsteadily. You checked the time again, your phone screen lighting up to show that nearly two hours had passed. The initial disappointment had settled into something heavier, something that ached deep in your chest.

You had hoped—hoped that despite everything, despite Soojin and the increasing distance between you and Jungwon, today would be different. That maybe, for just this one day, he would remember.

But the empty seat across from you told a different story.

When the bell above the door chimed, you glanced up, your heart foolishly lifting for a split second. And there he was—Jungwon, breathless, his hair slightly disheveled, his jacket hastily thrown on. He scanned the café, his eyes finding you instantly, but instead of relief, all you felt was the sharp sting of resentment.

“I’m so sorry,” he blurted out, rushing toward you. He slid into the seat across from you, his hands pressed together as if in prayer. “I lost track of time.”

You stared at him, your expression unreadable. The scent of Soojin’s perfume still clung to his clothes, sickly sweet and unmistakable.

“You lost track of time,” you repeated, your voice eerily calm. “Or you just didn’t care enough to be here?”

Jungwon flinched slightly, his brows pulling together. “That’s not fair. You know I wouldn’t miss this on purpose.”

You let out a hollow laugh, shaking your head. “Jungwon, do you even realize how many times you’ve said that lately?”

His mouth opened, but no words came. He looked at you, really looked at you, and for the first time, he seemed to notice the exhaustion in your eyes, the way your shoulders slumped as if carrying a weight you hadn’t meant to bear alone.

“I’ve been trying,” he finally said, voice softer now, like he was trying to mend something that had already cracked beyond repair. “I know I haven’t been around as much, but—”

“But you always have time for her,” you interrupted, your voice raw. “Jungwon, I’m not asking for every second of your day. I never have. But you used to be my best friend. You used to show up.”

The silence stretched between you, heavy and suffocating.

Jungwon exhaled, rubbing his hands over his face. “I didn’t realize…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like this.”

You swallowed hard, pushing down the lump forming in your throat. “But you did.”

And that was the worst part. He had hurt you, not because he wanted to, but because you had stopped being a priority without him even realizing it. And now, sitting across from him, you weren’t sure if there was a way to fix it.

You pushed your untouched cake toward him and stood. “Happy birthday to me,” you muttered, turning before he could see the tears threatening to spill.

As you walked out of the café, the cold air hit your face like a slap, grounding you. For years, Jungwon had been your safe place, your constant. But now? Now, you weren’t so sure.

And maybe—just maybe—it was time to stop waiting for him to show up.

-

The days following your birthday were eerily silent. The usual pings of Jungwon’s messages that once filled your phone were now just ghostly notifications that you left unread. He called—once, twice, ten times—but you never picked up. Every attempt he made to reach you was met with quiet rejection, your heart too raw to even consider the possibility of listening to whatever excuse he had prepared.

The absence of his presence was both a relief and a new kind of pain. You had spent so many years orbiting around each other that now, without him, you felt unsteady. But what hurt more was the realization that maybe this was inevitable. Maybe, despite everything, people did grow apart. Maybe you had just been fooling yourself into thinking you and Jungwon were different.

Minji, your closest friend at university, noticed immediately.

“You look like hell,” she said one afternoon, plopping down next to you on the grass outside the library.

You exhaled, leaning back against the cool stone wall. “Thanks.”

“I mean it. You’re walking around like a zombie,” she pressed, concern lacing her voice. “You haven’t spoken to Jungwon since your birthday?”

You shook your head. “No. And I don’t plan to.”

Minji studied you for a long moment before sighing. “You know, you’re allowed to be mad. You’re allowed to feel hurt. But you’re also allowed to talk to him.”

You knew she was right. But the thought of facing Jungwon, of pretending things could somehow go back to normal, made your stomach twist.

“Maybe I’m just tired of always being the one who cares more.”

Minji didn’t argue. She just squeezed your hand in quiet support.

-

Jungwon didn’t stop trying.

Every day, he sent a new message. I know you don’t want to talk, but I just need you to know I’m sorry. Or Please, let me explain. Some nights, you stared at your phone longer than you should have, your fingers hovering over his contact before locking your screen and setting it aside.

But the walls you had built around yourself started to crack when you saw him outside the lecture hall one afternoon, standing in the cold, waiting.

For you.

The moment your eyes met, he looked like he had something to say, something desperate, something urgent. But instead of walking over, you turned in the opposite direction.

You didn’t know what hurt more—the way his shoulders slumped in defeat or the way you kept walking, pretending it didn’t matter.

-

The following days were filled with a silence heavier than any argument. You ignored Jungwon’s texts, his missed calls, his weak attempts to act as if things could simply go back to normal. Minji had been right—maybe it was time to stop waiting for him to show up.

But he wasn’t the only one trying to get your attention.

Soojin cornered you in the university library one afternoon, a saccharine smile stretched across her lips. “You really thought he’d choose you over me?” she mused. “It’s sad, really.”

You didn’t respond, refusing to give her the satisfaction of seeing how much her words affected you.

“Jungwon will come around,” she continued, twirling a strand of her hair. “But by the time he does, it won’t matter. You’ll already be out of the picture. You’re just some pathetic wannabe who I have to end up stepping on to get what I want.”

Her words settled over you like a dark cloud, but what neither of you realized was that someone else had overheard the conversation.

Sunghoon, one of Jungwon’s closest friends, had seen everything.

And he wasn’t going to let Soojin win.

Jungwon hadn’t slept properly in days. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw your face—not the happy, familiar version he had grown up with, but the hurt expression you wore at the café, the disappointment in your eyes when you walked away from him. It haunted him, clawing at the edges of his thoughts, leaving a hollow ache in his chest that wouldn’t go away.

Sunghoon’s message had been the final push.

You’ve been blind for too long. It’s time to open your eyes.

So Jungwon had listened.

He met up with Sunghoon later that evening, sitting across from him in their usual spot on campus, but this time, the easy camaraderie they normally shared was missing. Sunghoon was serious, his expression set in something Jungwon rarely saw—disappointment.

“You really don’t see it, do you?” Sunghoon asked, shaking his head. “How much she’s hurting?”

Jungwon swallowed hard, staring down at the table. “I didn’t mean for it to get this bad,” he admitted. “I just… I thought we were fine.”

“Fine?” Sunghoon scoffed. “Jungwon, she’s been holding herself together while you’ve been running around with Soojin, acting like she doesn’t exist.”

His stomach twisted. He wanted to deny it, to say that it wasn’t true, but as Sunghoon’s words sank in, so did the reality of the situation. He had neglected you. He had made you feel like you were nothing more than a leftover part of his life when, in truth, you had always been the most important part.

Sunghoon leaned forward. “I saw Soojin today.”

Jungwon frowned. “What?”

“In the library,” Sunghoon said. “She was talking to Y/N, telling her she was just some pathetic little girl waiting around for you. That she never had a chance.”

Jungwon felt something inside him snap. “She said what?”

“She tried to make her feel small,” Sunghoon continued, watching Jungwon closely. “And you know what Y/N did? She didn’t let her win. She stood up for herself. She walked away.” He paused. “From Soojin. And from you.”

Jungwon felt like he had been punched in the gut. He thought back to every time you had tried to reach out, every moment where you had smiled through your hurt and pretended you were fine when you weren’t.

And he had let you suffer alone.

“Damn it,” Jungwon muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. “I need to talk to her.”

Sunghoon nodded. “Yeah, you do. But this time, don’t just show up with excuses. Show up with the truth.”

-

Jungwon barely remembered the walk to your apartment. His heart pounded in his chest, his stomach in knots as he rehearsed what he was going to say. He had no right to ask for forgiveness, but he had to try. He had to make you understand just how much you meant to him.

When you opened the door, your expression shifted from surprise to guardedness.

“Jungwon,” you said, your voice tired. “What are you doing here?”

“I needed to see you,” he said quickly, before you could shut the door in his face. “Please. Just give me a few minutes.”

You hesitated before sighing and stepping aside. “Fine. Say what you need to say.”

Jungwon stepped inside, his gaze searching yours. “I messed up,” he began, his voice raw. “I hurt you, and I didn’t even realize how badly until it was too late.”

You crossed your arms, looking away. “Jungwon—”

“No, please,” he interrupted. “Let me finish.” He took a deep breath. “I let Soojin get in my head. I let her convince me that you’d always be there, that it didn’t matter if I pushed you aside. But it did. It mattered more than anything.”

Your lips parted slightly, your fingers tightening around your sleeves. “Jungwon…”

He stepped closer, his eyes shining with something desperate, something real. “You are the most important person in my life. You always have been. And I was an idiot for not seeing that sooner.”

You blinked, your breath hitching. “Then why did you choose her?”

Jungwon shook his head. “I didn’t choose her, I broke up with her. I was just too scared to admit who I really wanted. And by the time I realized it, I thought I had already lost you.”

Silence hung between you, heavy and uncertain. Then, finally, you exhaled, your shoulders dropping. “You hurt me, Jungwon.”

“I know,” he whispered. “And I don’t expect you to forgive me right away. But I need you to know that I—” He hesitated, then looked you straight in the eyes. “I love you.”

Your breath caught. “What?”

“I love you,” he repeated, voice steadier this time. “I think I’ve loved you for a long time, but I was too stupid to realize it.”

You stared at him, emotions flickering across your face—shock, disbelief, something else. “Jungwon…”

He swallowed. “Please. If there’s even a part of you that still—”

And then you kissed him.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t hesitant. It was years of bottled-up emotions, of missed chances and unspoken words, colliding all at once. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer as if to make up for every moment he had let slip through his fingers.

When you finally pulled away, your foreheads rested together, your breaths mingling. “You’re an idiot,” you whispered.

Jungwon let out a soft, breathless laugh. “I know.”

You smiled, the tension in your shoulders finally easing. “But I love you too.”

And for the first time in a long time, everything felt right again.

The Honeymoon

The ocean waves lapped softly against the shore, the golden light of the setting sun casting everything in a warm, dreamlike glow. You and Jungwon walked barefoot along the beach, fingers intertwined, the sand cool beneath your feet. The rhythmic crash of the waves was the only sound between you for a moment, peaceful and steady—like the quiet certainty that after everything, you had finally found your way back to each other.

Jungwon gave your hand a gentle squeeze before stopping, turning to face you. “I still can’t believe we’re here.”

You smiled, feeling the salt-tinged breeze against your skin. “Me neither.”

His eyes softened, filled with a warmth that sent a familiar flutter through your chest. “After everything, I never thought I’d get to have this with you,” he admitted, brushing a stray hair from your face. “That you’d still choose me.”

You reached up, tracing your fingers along his jaw. “You fought for me,” you whispered. “And you never stopped.”

He pulled you closer, his forehead resting against yours. “I’ll never stop,” he promised. “Not now. Not ever.”

The kiss that followed was slow and deep, filled with every unspoken vow, every moment of longing that had led you to this very place. It was a kiss that tasted like forever.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, you knew without a doubt—this was just the beginning.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #1253: Who I Am (Sonic X SSBU)

7:13 p.m. at the Smash Mansion's Living Room..............

TV Screen: ('Piano Playing')

Peach/Shadow: (Sitting Together in the Living Room's Sofa, Watching Golden Girls and Singing Along to It's Theme Song) Thank you for being a friend~ Travelled down the road and back again~ Your heart is true, you're a pal and a confidanteee!~

Shadow: (Bopping his Head a Bit While Singing) And if you threw party~

Peach: Iiiinvite everyone you kneeew!~

Shadow: You would see the biggest gift would be from me~

Peach: And the card attached would say-

Shadow/Peach/TV: Thank you for being a frieeeeeend!~

Peach: (Giggles Softly)

Shadow: (Turns to his Mother) What's funny?

Peach: (Turns to Shadow With a Loving Smile on her Face) Oh nothing~ Just admiring lovely your singing vocals are and how adorable you are for singing the Golden Girl's theme with me~

Shadow: (Turns Away While Blushing) Well, it is a catchy theme song.....

Peach: Very catchy!~ But I believe it sounds even more beautiful when the two of us sing it together, don'tcha think?

Shadow: (Simply Nodded in Agreement) Agreed. (Turns Back to Peach) Just.....promise me you won't tell anyone about this? Rouge....and Sonic especially.

Peach: (Giggles Some More) Of course, dear!~ I won't say a word. (Gives Shadow the Sad Puppy Dog Eyes) The last thing mommy wants to do is upset you~

Shadow: i could never be upset with you, no matter how hard you try, mother. I'd be more embarrassed if anything....(Notices Peach's Pinky Reaching Out to Him)

Peach: You promise?

Shadow: (Crosses his Pinky with Peach's) Completely. (Turns Away While Blushing Again) I...love you by the way.

Peach: (Let's Out a Loud Gasps Before Happily Pulling Shadow into Loving Hug) I love you too, sweetie~ Always~ Thank you so much for spending the rest of the evening here with me.

Shadow: No problem. I enjoy my time here. It's far less depressing and stress inducing than watching my past unfold in the big screens....

Peach: (Frowns Worryingly as She Picks the Remote Up From the Sofa Next to Her and Uses it to Mute the TV Before Turning Back to Shadow) Shadow....is that the reason why you didn't join the others to movie theater this evening?

Shadow: That.....(Turns Away For a Bit) May or may not be the reason entirely-

Peach: (Gently Grabs Hold of Both of Shadow's Hands, Causing Him to Turn Back Her) Shadow, please, be honest with me. It's only the two of us in the mansion together and I am more than willing to hear and help out with whatever it is that is bothering you right now, without any sort of judgement on my end whatsoever. (Kiss the Top of Shadow's Hands in Front of Her) That I can promise you wholeheartedly.

Shadow: (Heart Begins to Melt a Bit Before Sighing in Defeat) Okay. I'll confess. I....don't think I feel conformable watching Sonic's new movie right now or ever at this point....

Peach: Is it because you're afraid of seeing your past get shown on screen like you said beforehand?

Shadow: (Simply Nodded) Yeah. I'm fully aware that it won't be completely accurate to what really happened all those years ago, I.....didn't want to take that chance. (Starts Cringing a Bit) Even more so now that I heard there are a good number of people excited to see Maria get shot at some point down the line......

Peach: (Grimances and Cringes at that Detail as Well) Yeah, I don't blame you for feeling that way one bit, honey. People are weird...........

Shadow: (Rolls his Eyes a Bit) Ain't that the truth.

Peach: Do you still think about Maria these days?

Shadow: I do. I try not to do so too much as I used to though or at least not let it effect my current life in any way. That's not too high of an order to accomplish, is it?

Peach: (Gives Shadow a Reassuring Smile on her Face) Of course not, dear. There's nothing wrong with trying to move on with your life, just like there's no shame in thinking about her from time to time. And I'm more than certain you have wonderful memories with her in the past, right?

Shadow: (Chuckles a Bit of the Fond Memories Him and Maria Shares) Definitely. Illness aside, she was more active and energetic than half the people aboard the ARK. She taught me all the Earth's history and customs, always have play make believe and dress up with her and Abe-

Peach: (Raises an Eyebrow in Confusion) Abe?

Shadow: (Whispers into Peach's Ear) It's the G.U.N. Commander's name.

Peach: ('Gasps') Really? I didn't know that. (Giggles Softly) Such a cute name for him to have~

Shadow: (Smirks a Bit) I find it more hilarious if anything. Don't tell him I mentioned any of this to you, okay?

Peach: (Sticks her Pinky Out Again) Only if you promise not to make fun of him for it.

Shadow: (Wraps his Pinky Around Peach's Once More) We've been making a lot of promises tonight, haven't we?

Peach: Yeah, but I don't mind so long as we fulfill them together.

Shadow: (Simply Nodded in Agreement) I suppose. But back on topic, Maria has done a lot with and for me since then. Even when her body starts to weaken on random ocassions, her optimism never flatters, her determination shined bright, and her smile still remains till the better end.

Peach: (Smiles Sadly as She Wipes a Single Tear Off her Eyes) ('Sniff') She was such a brave little girl.

Shadow: The bravest there ever was. I admire her a lot the more I think about her and will forever appreciate her for loving me in the first place. (Let's Out Another Chuckle) Starting to think she knows more about me than I do myself these days.......

Peach: (Frowns Again) What do you mean by that?

Shadow: It's......('Sigh Heavily').....Complicated. (Looks Up at the Ceiling) Every time i learn more about myself and my past, I always end up questioning my purpose in life. Doesn't help the fact that most of the truth and information I've discovered thus far, are more negative than I hoped for them to be positive, making me more loss and conflicted as time goes by. So, now I sit here and wonder- (Raises his Hand Up in Front of his Point of View) Am I really the Ultimate Lifeform the professor set me out to be or am I this experimental freak, originally destined to wreak havoc.....and whom should never exist in the first place, like the select few from GUN says behind my back?

And there it is: the nerve struck within the princess' core. She knew first hand that most of Shadow's distant co-workers would think lowly of him, but to hear him admit that right next to her not only broke her heart but almost manages to piss her off immensely.

But rather than screaming it all out for the world to hear, Peach takes a very deep breath and channels her enraged emotions into a very calm, nurturing one. The type of emotions mothers would use to help console their children through any problems going their way.

Peach: Do you wanna know what I think?

Shadow: (Gives Peach his Attention) Hm?

Peach: I think you're......(Gives Shadow a Soft, Loving Smile) An inspiration.

Shadow: Inspiration?

Peach: (Happily Nodded) Mmhmm. You had to endure so much heartache and anger throughout your life. From the loss of Maria and the professor to people thinking the absolute worst of you, even from those who are supposed to be your allies, like you said. But you never let it all bring you down forever. Instead, you've managed to forged a path for yourself and fight for what you believe in and for those you truly care about. And you being this all powerful, alien hybrid doesn't and most certainly SHOULDN'T change the kind of person you set yourself out to be: a survivor, a hero in your own terms, and like I said before, an inspiration to those who look up to you, even me. All of that and more is who I think you are, Shadow the Hedgehog.

All the negarive thoughts and self doubt slowly but finally begins tonwash away as Peach's words of encouragement has managed to reach Shadow to the depths of his core. He was going to think of something to say until he felt something....wet falling down on both of his cheeks. He then uses the of his hand to wipe some of it off him and notice it was something he hasn't seen a very long time: his tears.

It used to be pretty rare for him to cry like this, let alone show any emotions besides anger and slight bit of cockiness, but ever since he joined the Smash Family, his vulnerable side would start to gdevelop to come out more often than he would ever like to admit, especially when he's around his appointed mother. They're not even remotely related and yet......Their undying love and care for him over the years made him want to protect each and everyone of them with his life.

Peach: (Notices the Tears Falling Down on her Son's Face) Shadow, are you-

Shadow: (Comes Back to Reality Before Quickly Turning Away Again) I-It's nothing, mother. Just.....('Sniff') something on my eyes is all. ('Sniff') Nothing for you to worry about at all....

Peach: Oh honey, come here!~ (Gently Pulls Shadow into Another Loving Hug) It's okay~ I know it's been bothering for some time now, you don't need to try and hide it from me~

Shadow: (Shakingly Hugs Peach Back) I-I....('Sniff') Didn't want to burden any of you with my own- ('Sniff') Convulted problems!

Peach: I know you didn't, baby. But your friends, family, and I don't mind hearing and helping you out every now and then. We love you way too much to let you suffer like this.

Shadow: I know. (Let's Out The Most Heaviest Sigh He Made in his Whole Life) I appericate that a lot. I also apologize for souring the atmosphere of our time together with my sudden tears.....

Peach: (Playfully Pouts at Shadow) Oh stop!~ As a ceritified crybaby myself, I am more than certain that you didn't sour anything.

Shadow: (Pulls Away From Peach and Takes One Good Look at Her) But I don't see you as a crybaby. You're far more strong and admiration than anyone gives you credit for, even me.

Peach: (Heart Begins to Melt in Pure Happiness as Tears Starts Falling Down From her Eyes) Shadow.....('Sniff') (Pulls Shadow Into Her Loving Hug Yet Again) YOU BIG SWEETHEART, THANK YOOOOU!~

Shadowv: (Winces a Bit While Patting on her Back a Bit) You're welcome, mother...I.

'Ringtone'

Peach: (Looks Down to See a Picture of Rouge Appear on the Screen of her Tablet as it Rings) Oh, it's Rouge. The movie must be over now. (Turns to her Baby) Are you gonna be okay face calling her and the others?

Shadow: (Simply Nodded) Yeah. (Rubs his Eye a Bit) I think I've shed enough tears for one night...and hopefully the rest of the year for that matter.

Peach: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) You and me both, dear. (Answers the Call)

Rouge: (On Screen) Hey you guys!~ (Shows Off Everyone Else Present in the FaceTime Call)

Smash Family: (Happily Jumping Up.and Down and Waving Hello to Peach) HIII MOMMA PEACH!! HIII SHADOW~

Mario: (Happily Waves Hello on Screen as Well) Hello!~

Peach: (Happily Waves Back at Everyone Present on Screen) Hi everyone!~ (Forms a Seductive Smirk Towards Mario) And hello to you too, handsome~ (Makes a Kiss Noise)

Mario: (Tips his Hat to Peach With a Mirk of his Own) Milady~

Smash Kids: (Collective Groans in Disgust)

Peach: (Gives her Babies a Motherly Glare) Children, what did I say about being rude during your father and I flirty time?

Rouge: (Playfully Rolls her Eyes) Oh don't mind them, dear. The movie got them more hyperactive than when we first got in the ticket line.

Peach: (Giggles Softly) Is that right?~ I take it the movie itself was pretty good.

Rouge: It-

Sonic: (Suddenly Barges Himself into the Call, Wearing Some of His Movie's Merchandises) Was AMAZING! 100/10, Best Movie of the whole year! Would most certainly see it again!!

Rouge: ('Sigh') Yeah. What he said.

Peach: Oooh~ Such a high score~

Shadow: (Simply Shrugs) Not surprise. It's his movie.

Sonic: (Chuckles Lightly at Shadow) And yours too, Faker! Albeit in a main supporting role.

Rouge: Are you two having at hom- (Suddenly Notices Something About Shadow on Screen) Wait. Your eyes....(Frowns Worryingly) Shadow, have you been crying?

Sonic: (Eyes Widened in Genuine Surprise) Wait, seriously? (Looks Closer at the Screen as He Lowers his Shades Down) I didn't even notice they were red at first there. (Frowns a Bit) You okay, man?

Shadow: Yeah. I'll be fine for now.

Peach: (Gently Squeezes her Embrace on Shadow a Bit) He's been through a little rough patch minutes ago, but we've managed to get through it together. (Kiss the Top of Shadow's Forehead)

Shadow: (Simply Nodded) It's the truth.

Rouge: ('Sighs in Relief') Good. You know you had me worried about you all night, right?

??????: And me too!~

Rouge lowers her phone down to Hat Kid, giving Shadow a worried, pouty look on her face.

Shadow: ('Sigh') I know.

Rouge: (Wiggles Her Finger at Shadow) Nah-ah-ah-ah-ah! Don't you dare apologize, mister!

Shadow: (Raises an Eyebrow in a Bit of Confusion) I.....wasn't going to do that.

Rouge: (Raises an Eyebrow Back at Shadow) But you were planning on doing it, weren't you?

Hat Kid: Don't. LIE!

Peach: (Giggles Some More)

Shadow: (Groans in Mild Annoyance as He Rolls his Eyes in Defeat) I guess I was.

Rouge: Thought so. (Smiles Softly at Peach) Thank you so much for helping him tonight, your highness. (Turns Back to her Best Friend with a Pout) And as for YOU, mister, expect a crap ton of hugs once we get back!

Hat Kid: (Happily Nodded in Agreement) Mmhmm!~

Sonic: (Turns to The Rest of the Smash Family Behind Him) Hey, who here wants to hug Shadow when we get back to the mansion?

Everyone present in the call happily cheers ans raises their hands up to the idea.

Futuba: (In the Background of the Call) ME TIMES INFINITY!!~

Shadow: (Already Has a Deadpinned Look on his Face) I'm filled to the brim of excitement already.

Rouge: You better be. Cause we're gonna enjoy every second of it.

Mario: (Smiles Sheepishly) But not before getting something to eat first. We'll see you after then?

Peach: (Happily Nodded) Of course, enjoy your meals! (Smirks at Mario) Can't wait for yours later on tonight, handsome~ (Makes Another Kissing Sound)

Mario: (Smirks Back at Peach) You and me both, my beautiful lady~ (Winks at his Princess)

Smash Kids: ('Groans in Disgust Again')

Rouge: Annnd we're back to square one. Perfect (Giggles a Bit) We're see you back in a few, you two.

Mario/Hat Kid: (Happily Waves Goodbye on Screen) Buh-Bye!~

Peach: (Haopily Waves Goodbye Back) Byeeee!~

End Call

Peach: ('Sighs Dreamingly') I love our silly family, Shadow~ (Rolls her Eyes a Bit) Even Bowser to in some, lesser extent.

Shadow: Yeah. (Smiles a Bit) I do as well. (Notices a Different Shpw is Playong on TV) Looks like the marathon has ended.

Peach: (Eyes Widened in Horror) Oh no! We missed the series finale!! (Clutches her Fists Up in Utter Disappointment) Ohhhh now we have to wait a few more days for it to air!

Shadow: (Closes his Eyes and Crosses his Arms Together) That's unfortunate. (Opens One Eye to Peach) Wanna watch the Barbie Movie to the past the time?

Peach: (Puts on a Bright, Excited Smile) You read my mind!~

Happy Sonic 3 Movie Premiere Day, Folks!!

@bestpony666

@ma-lemons

@caleb13frede

@decibelcoatl

[wifeyoozi]

Girl dad!cheol headcanons cuz I am feral

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who has spoiled your daughter ROTTEN with how many dolls and toys he's bought her.

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who loves shopping for his baby girl and buying her new dresses and you had to scold him cuz your daughter's closet would really burst open at this point

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who knows all of his daughter's friends' names, her class, her teacher, and also all of her stuff toys' names

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who'd go to all of his daughter's parent teacher meetings and father's day at school and all of her matches or performances or shows no matter what.

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who you'll come home to on a random Tuesday just to seem him wearing sloppy "makeup" all over his face.

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who'll immediately come in to explain, "baby, (d/n) really wanted to play with your make up. I promise I'll buy you all of it again, okay? Please don't be mad at us!"

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol and your daughter who has a equally messed up face who looked wayyyy too adorable for you to be mad at.

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who would love to teach your daughter to ride a bike or skate board and would definitely love playing with her baseball or basketball or any sport she wants to play.

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who takes a crash course from you on everything he should know about women's menstruals as a dad as soon as his daughter turns 9

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who'd give "the talk" to any guy your daughter dates and just ends up intimidating the guy so much he's actually SCARED to even think of hurting your daughter.

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who only uses nicknames like princess or pumpkin or sunshine even after she "grows up" (which she never really will in seungcheol's eyes, will always be his little baby)

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who kisses you like a love-starved man once your daughter is put to sleep.

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who'd shove two fingers in your mouth as he fucks you so you don't make any noise and wake up your daughter with your filthy moans

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who whispers in your ear, "baby, don't you think d/n is lonely all by herself? Shouldn't we give her a little playmate?"

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who fucks a baby in your once again, filling you up to brim with his cum.

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who is ecstatic when he finds out you are pregnant and literally the happiest man in the earth a few months later when he finds aout he's having another daughter.

🍒 .ᐟ girl dad!seungcheol who'll be the best husband and the best father to his three favourite girls for the rest of the eternity

[aventurineswife]

WHAT IF AFTER A NIGHT OF *ahem* cuddles *ahem* with dan heng, he wakes up first and when he looks at reader he sees THE BITE MARKS AND BRUISES he left behind and he panicks a little. Internally wondering how he is gonna apologise for entering possessive dragon mode but when reader wakes, they just play it off since they love him (but do lowkey worry on how to hide them from the rest of the astral express)

“In your arms, I lose control”

Summary: After a passionate night with Dan Heng, he wakes up to see the bite marks and bruises he left on your skin. Overwhelmed with guilt and panic, he struggles to apologize for letting his possessive instincts take over. However, you brush it off with love and understanding, playfully worrying about how to hide the marks from the rest of the Astral Express crew.

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Fluff, Post-Passion/Intimacy Introspection, Possessive Behavior, Emotional Vulnerability, Humor, Established Relationship.

Warnings: Mentions of Biting And Bruising (consensual, within a romantic/sexual context), Slight Angst (Dan Heng’s guilt), Suggestive Themes (non-explicit), Reader mentioned covering up marks.

It was a rare, quiet morning aboard the Astral Express. The soft hum of the train's engine filled the air, but all was still in the shared quarters. The night before had been intense—intimate—unspoken, but felt deeply. Dan Heng had always kept his emotions guarded, but with you, something shifted. He had let down his walls, and for once, let himself indulge in the connection that was more than just physical.

Now, as the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, it illuminated the scene. Dan Heng was the first to stir. His eyes fluttered open, a slight tension in his chest. The warmth of your body beside him was comforting, but something tugged at the back of his mind.

He turned his head, his gaze softening as he looked at you, the rise and fall of your chest as you slept peacefully beside him. His eyes traveled lower, and his breath caught in his throat.

The bite marks—his marks—were visible on your neck, darkened bruises on your skin. His hands had left their mark, clenching into the soft, fragile flesh of your body in his moments of passion. His heart skipped a beat, and his stomach turned. A wave of panic washed over him.

He had never intended to hurt you. It had been an impulse, a rush of emotions that had gotten the better of him. His instincts, always just beneath the surface, had taken control. The possessiveness he thought he had buried had surged like a dragon awakening, fierce and unrelenting.

"Did I...?" He whispered to himself, staring at the marks. His thoughts spiraled. He never wanted to hurt you—never wanted to leave a trace of himself on you like this. He hadn’t meant for it to go this far.

The guilt gnawed at him, and his mind raced with ways to apologize. What could he say? How could he fix this? You deserved so much better than a mess like him, someone whose emotions could break through his carefully constructed walls and leave their mark.

Suddenly, a soft sigh came from beside him. Your eyes fluttered open, blinking against the light as you slowly came back to consciousness. Dan Heng quickly averted his gaze, though the panic still flickered within him.

"Morning..." Your voice was soft, laced with that familiar warmth that made his chest tighten with affection. As you stretched, your eyes caught the marks on your skin, and you froze for a moment.

"Dan Heng..." you said, your voice light and teasing, but with a hint of concern. "You really went all out last night, huh?" You gently touched the bite mark on your neck, glancing up at him with a playful smile.

Dan Heng stiffened, his face flushing a faint shade of pink. He opened his mouth to speak, to apologize, but you placed a finger gently on his lips, silencing him.

"I don't mind," you reassured him, a fond smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. "I love you, Dan Heng. You know that, right?"

His heart thudded in his chest, both relieved and overwhelmed by your words. But even as the tension began to ease, you could see the worry lingering in his eyes. He was still conflicted, still unsure about how to reconcile his own actions with his feelings for you.

"But," you continued, a mischievous glint in your eyes, "we might need to figure out how to hide these from the rest of the crew. I don’t think everyone will understand."

Dan Heng let out a sigh, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips as the weight of his internal panic lifted. The tension in his body slowly dissolved as he leaned closer to you, his expression softening, though still tinted with traces of guilt.

"I’m sorry," he murmured again, his voice barely a whisper, as his hand gently brushed the marks on your skin. "I didn’t mean to be... so possessive."

You smiled warmly at him, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek. "You don’t have to apologize. I love you exactly the way you are."

Dan Heng's eyes softened, gratitude shining through. Still, his mind couldn't help but wander to the day ahead—how would he face the others knowing he'd left such a mark on you, physically and emotionally? But, for now, he had your understanding, and that was enough.

"Guess we'll need to be careful," you teased, lifting your head to kiss him lightly on the lips. "Maybe we can get creative with some scarves or high collars until the bruises fade."

Dan Heng chuckled, the sound low and soothing, the last remnants of his panic slipping away as he held you close. With you by his side, perhaps the weight of his past—and his instincts—would be easier to bear.

For now, he was content.

[vita-divata]

Together again

[ylangelegy]

After MAMA awards I'M VERY PROUD OF MY BOYS and seeing Woozi crying, nooooo my mannnnn

So can I request Woozi or anyone after awards, all members celebrating with their partners hehe LOVE YOUUU!!!

PLEASE PLEASE 🛐🛐

🍑 i will really live the rest of my life repaying you.

you don't see seungcheol until the next day. such is the life of the general leader, it seems— the never-ending heralding, the non-stop worrying. he deals with his boys, first, then the fans, then the staff. but once that's all done, he's at your front door, collapsing into your arms before he's even past through the entryway. it doesn't matter how many awards its been. he is still overwhelmed by it every single time, and you are a soft place to land. he comes home to you and whispers the sweetest nothings in your hair. i'm so proud of them and they did so well and they're so happy. as he holds you tight— like you're the only thing keeping him upright— it's your turn to let him hear those words. i'm so proud of you. you did so well. you get to be happy, too.

the jeonghan on the other end of the video call has been quiet for the most part of the past half-hour. you'd be more worried if you hadn't already predicted where his solemness was coming from. "hannie? still with me?" you prompt gently, and he finally tears his gaze away from the ceiling to look back at you. "yeah. yeah, i'm with you," he answers. a beat. there are some things you no longer have to say out loud. how he wishes he was there. how he misses them and tries not to let it show. instead, you give him a reminder that's quiet and firm. "this is yours, too," you say. this award. this moment. these boys. all still his. there's a ghost of a smile on his face as he mumbles, "right. of course. how could i forget."

joshua likes keeping lists. a running one he has with you is that of gratitude, where the two of you try to end each day with acknowledgements of what you're grateful for. you're expecting a whole essay for him after tonight. he surprises you by keeping it short, sweet, and straight to the point. in no particular order, he types out into your shared note. music, the boys, you. hours later, he adds a footnote like it'd occurred to him as an afterthought: i'm always grateful for those three, but especially so today.

"look at them!" jun shrieks. his video call pixelates, either from spotty connection or his sudden burst of enthusiasm. you have half a mind to warn him that he may get a noise complaint again, but this time it'd be completely warranted. he's positively vibrating with excitement, his eyes glued to the livestream of his twelve brothers ascending the stage for their second award of the night. "look at them," he repeats, and this time his voice is more reverent than anything. you could comply, could do as he's asking, but your eyes are trained elsewhere. and look at you, too, you want to say. look at you and all that you've done to get this far.

even though it's been an exceptionally long day, soonyoung comes home brimming with adrenaline. he does dance routines in your living room. he jogs around your block until you beg him to just come back. he sings in the shower before collapsing onto the bed next to you, where he suddenly becomes boneless. the glow of pride stays even as the exhaustion hits. he pulls you against him and cuddles right into you. to soonyoung, this is as good as any trophy: the peace that comes with falling asleep next to you.

wonwoo has no destination in mind. he has a car with a full tank, and a playlist of all his favorite songs, and you in the passenger seat. that's more than enough. you pass through tunnels with warm lighting; expressways where he keeps the windows down so the wind will whip at your hair. occasionally, you'll stop to grab a snack or take a photo of something interesting on the side of the street. after hours of just going in circles, he'll ask, "should we keep driving?" even though he knows you'd never deny him this. this. his little celebration in the form of getting 'lost' with you.

nobody hears from jihoon for the next couple of days. the managers are worried, but the boys all just shake their heads and say that he's in good hands. which means: he's wherever you are. the two of you don't talk about his speech, about his public breakdown, because both things make him want to hide forever. instead— he sleeps in. he watches movies from months ago that he promised he'd get to. the two of you go on walks at night, and have breakfast at lunch time. the vicious cycle will soon have to begin again. jihoon knows that. but for a few, precious moments, his heart is not a heavy burden because it's safe and sound in your capable hands.

seokmin takes you on the textbook definition of your perfect date. a shopping spree? here's his black card. an amusement park? he'll rent out lotte world for the day, if he must. you're understandably baffled. he's the one who just won big, and yet you're the one being treated like royalty. try to resist and he'll only push back on you. seokmin already spoils you enough as is, but this is just a little more over-the-top than the day-to-day stuff. at the end of it all, his rationale is as sweet as it gets. "you keep me going," he tells you. "and so you deserve just as much credit as i do."

mingyu has always liked to celebrate with a meal. you'd expected his usual fare of some swanky restaurant or high-end café, but, this time, he asks for only free reign of your kitchen. he props his phone up against the salt shaker and pulls up a youtube video before flashing you his best 'just-trust-me' grin. your trust is not misplaced; the two of you do manage to bake the celebratory cake, though whether it's any good is an entirely different story. the end result doesn't matter as much as the process. mingyu is happiest about the flour marks on your cheeks, about the kisses he steals while you whisk eggs. it's not a birthday cake, but you light up a candle for him anyway. just for the hell of it. "make a wish," you tease. he's looking straight at you as he blows at the flame.

minghao asks for a beach day. the two of you set out for the nearest one. maybe the sand is a bit rocky; the shore, lacking in shells. he doesn't care. he only seeks out the sun beating on his back, the saltwater clinging to his skin, the first punch of air after emerging from the water. as the stolen weekend winds to a close, the two of you sit at the point where the water lap at your toes. neither of you have to speak. here, minghao lets the tide wash away the ache of homesickness. here, minghao redefines 'home' as a future with the boys of his youth, with the music that is as constant as the waves— and with you, of course.

the ferry ride to jeju is about four or so hours long, but seungkwan doesn't mind. there's just something so right about getting on the first vessel that will take him back where he has family waiting with a homecooked meal and a play-by-play of the award show. besides, the ferry means having four hours of uninterrupted leisure time with you. the pair of you literally have nowhere else to be except this boat and this point in time, which seungkwan is a little guilty to be so happy about. he's a glutton for your time and attention, and these ferry rides— these trips home— remind him just how much he likes taking the scenic route.

vernon treats it almost like it's just another day. almost. you're thrown off by his initial nonchalance, by the lack of utter fanfare in the way he asks you out to lunch and the two of you barely discuss the recent accolades. when you prompt him about it, you realize it's not because of arrogance or ignorance. "we're just doing what we always do," he says with an expression of mild confusion. winning?, you almost inquire half-jokingly, but that's only part of it. he elaborates, "we were just ourselves, y'know?"

when chan suggests a rage room, you're understandably confused. the wrath-based activity doesn't seem like the most optimal celebration, but you're not about to cramp his style. the two of you queue the angriest songs known to man before smashing some defunct appliances and throwing empty bottles against a wall. once your time is up, chan looks at you with that familiar spark of fire in his eyes. that dedication you fell in love with, that passion that has always burned bright. "again?" he asks, and you know it's not just the rage room that he's asking for.