#i adore hide and seek i probably read the comic of it a million times (i love diana camero's art)

[r7inyz]

hide and seek fazbear frights my beloved they can never make me hate u,,,,,

WHY AM I JUST NOW FINDING OUT HOW HATED HIDE AND SEEK IS!

It's my favorite story come on!

Please I looking for more hide and seek fans!

[cupidzome]

domestic!stainmight + random hcs pt.1

chizome blushes like a schoolgirl i know it hes pale as a vampire and when he gets red he gets CHERRY RED. hes tried to train himself out of blushing bc its so hard to hide when ur glow in the dark pale.

toshinori's eyesight gets worse as he gets older and he has to get glasses but he doesnt like wearing them because hes like "i can see JUST FINE!" (squints) "see watch me read that billboard thats all the way over there"

chizome doesnt have puppy dog eyes but when he looks at something he wants his pupils get really big and watery and toshinori is like "ur like an open book without that mask" & buys it for him bc he will not ask for it

they communicate in physical touch. tugging on each others clothes, laying on each other, seeking out each others warmth all the time. theyre a touchy couple bc toshinori likes warming chizomes ever-cold hands up with his own, and chizome likes feeling the blood pulsing beneath toshinoris skin

toshinori has a thing for stains tongue & fangs but when he tries to bring it up like "hey... do you i dunno. drink blood? with ur tongue and fangs" and chizome is like "NO i would never do that to u toshinori i could hit something important and you could die like a million different ways im happy with regular blood packets!" and toshinori is like "DAMNIT! hes too conscious of my overall health"

chizome has a fascination with the human body that leads to him randomly just 'inspecting' parts of toshinoris body. flexing his arm for him, stretching his legs, randomly massaging into toshinoris shoulders. he loves him down to the bone marrow

toshinori picks up hobbies like bird feeding, bread baking, and scrapbooking meanwhile chizome is fighting his archenemies on etsy for a never before heard of comic book thats solely in french and has 2 fans and not even a twitter tag.. he makes himself a blog because none of his posts are under 2 paragraphs hes got TOO much to say.

toshinori adores being in the sun, and if you cant find him around the house hes probably on his front lawn sunbathing. he HATES winter and he lovesss summer so much. chizome has to make sure to get him into the routine of using sunscreen though

they decide on getting a pet and when toshinori is looking through the dogs and petting them all, chizome comes up to him with the most fucked up looking pug ever (like the one in mitchells vs the machines). they obviously adopt it and toshinori gets to name him 'pumpkin pie'

chizome treats everything thats his with CARE. so you know that he does his best to spoil toshinori rotten in the ways he can. he refills the fridge, prescriptions, spices, shampoo, ANYTHING. hes got daily to-do lists and i know he's got a thick planner and the neatest handwriting.

chizomes prepared-ness vs toshinoris desire to help so you can see toshinori happily running errands for chizome with 5 coupons and 20 dollars for toshinori to buy himself a treat along the way. chizome carries cash and he presses the bills into toshinoris hands like "buy urself something nice sweetheart"

[obeymeluv]

Diavolo as a Dad

I just want to take a sec and thank everyone for the attention this blog gets. I’m always surprised at how many notes and reblogs there are. Seriously! I have, like, 16 posts and somehow I have 400 followers?! It’s really nice (つ´∀｀)つ

I like it best when there’s comments. It makes me happy ＼(^o^)／

I saw a comment on “The Bros as Dads” post asking for Diavolo as a dad, so here you go. I tried to tag you, but your handle didn’t come up :/

Hopefully you guys like this. I feel like Diavolo’s character is very vague.

This kind of turned into general Diavolo headcanons + Diavolo as a Dad. My b.

 General Diavolo Headcanons:

I headcanon that demons have a natural attraction to humans not only because of whatever energy they could provide, but because there’s something innate that makes them want humans. Maybe like an ancient call to their corruptibility or something. Or simply a predator coaxing prey into the den.

Diavolo is especially susceptible to this because he’s the prince. The higher up in the demon hierarchy you are, the more you want humans for their spirit, purity, the soul contract, and just some kind of satisfaction only they can give

There’s probably a forbidden fruit element to it, too. Demons were harassed by humans and angels alike to leave them be, and that just made them more attractive 

He genuinely wanted to befriend humans and knock down some old walls and superstitions, so he made the exchange program. A lot of times the sheer excitement of making it happen is enough to take the edge off his demon side. Ignore the whispers saying the little human would be such a treat, like a little lamb in the palm of his hand...

Diavolo’s a pretty outgoing and friendly guy who’s been trapped in a castle of propriety and demands. This human is also his chance at escape, to learn more than books could ever teach him.

At first he’s worried about seducing them (like the old call demands) but when he realizes the human has a crush on him without that influence, he’s stoked.

Pure and perfect, right? THE example of what his program was trying to achieve!

The dates start off innocent and cute--studying and tea in the castle, a small brunch here and there. Diavolo has skipped out on several duties because he simply must treat you to Devildom cuisine! If he didn’t, they wouldn’t get the full experience now, would they?

Barbatos has had to hunt down Lord Diavolo more than he cared for. If you end up convincing Diavolo back to the castle, he respects you. He appreciates the extra babysitter.

You bring a joy to Diavolo’s lavish monotony and he wants the Devildom and human world to know he’s serious about forging better bonds, so he asks if you want to make a pact.

That’s what he says, but it’s so much more than that. Diavolo couldn’t put it all into words and you probably don’t have the lifespan it would take for him to explain (if he could).

At most, there’s something warm and giddy and pulsing in him at the thought of being so close with you. Two souls sharing a bond. Being looked at with such love and adoration...

His pact mark is large and elaborate, and he takes great joy in hiding it from the Devildom, relishing the rare mornings where he helps you dress. He doesn’t regret bonding with you, but he doesn’t want to draw unsavory attention. 

Diavolo as a Dad (when you’re pregnant) :

You realize you’re pregnant before Barbatos and Diavolo do, neither one of them very familiar with how humans carry the pregnancy or change throughout.

There’s subtle signs about how your skin is changing, the way your hair looks, and how you smell different. It’s firing off in Diavolo’s brain, tickling at the edge of it, but he can’t figure out what it is.

Barbatos consulted Solomon and got extra suspicious. When you realize he’s starting to put it together, you do the reveal.

You write a note and draw a picture of the pregnancy test, mixing it up in the papers he has to review. Then, just to be extra cute, you busy yourself about the castle to “give him private time”.

Diavolo is handling his paperwork, per usual (it’s almost automatic). The unofficial form catches his eyes since it’s more a note than anything. He reads it and suddenly the WHOLE CASTLE is up in arms with joy.

Doesn’t matter what room you’re in, you heard him. That big, joyful laugh that works his whole chest.

The Little D’s of the castle are skittering around and whooshing through walls to help him find you. You can hear him flying around and calling for you, and it’s like the times you’ve played hide and seek.

The second Diavolo finds you, he crushes you to him and smothers you with kisses. His eyes sparkle as he snuggles you, big purr rolling through his chest. He’s asking a million questions about human children

The two of you take classes together. He studies up on humans and you learn about how to care for demon babies.

Barbatos cries inside at the thought of baby-proofing the castle. He gets the bright idea to hire a bunch of moms and they do sweeps of the castle, tidying up and making lists of what needs to be put away or added to make it safe

You’re given a special brew (exclusive to the royal family) and drink it daily. It fortifies your body to deliver the child and gives the baby its royal heritage (basically makes sure Diavolo’s genes and the demon side comes out a bit stronger).

Even though it tastes good and something in it makes you want to drink it, you’re sick of it by the second month. Barbatos and Diavolo continue to insist that you do. The child should be at least half-demon and will need to be recognized as next-of-kin for ruling.

Diavolo would love to take you out to socialize and attend public classes, but he’s busy and you’re in a delicate state. The royal physicians say the brew does a lot internally so it’s best not to stress you too much (If he’d done The King’s Brew ritual before you were pregnant, the baby would’ve been 3/4th demon and you wouldn’t have so many restrictions. Who knew?)

There’s a lot of private dates around the royal gardens and any beautiful sight he can give you. If you want company, he invites people to you. You want exquisite food? Barbatos can cook, but if you don’t want his cooking then Diavolo can have it delivered. The castle is spacious enough for you to get your daily exercise with simple walks. 

He adores seeing you in the royal colors and is constantly sharing visions of diaphanous gowns and anything that can make you comfortable to the designers. Always gushes when he sees you in something new.

Being an old-fashioned demon prince, he does a series of small oil paintings instead of maternity photos. When you explain that maternity photos are more of a human thing, he books a session so the child can see both (the oil paintings are tasteful and appropriate for the castle but they all end up in his study).

Is totally on board with helping you dress (or laying in bed with your huge baby bump when clothes seem a bit hard for the next 5-10 minutes), and taking long, relaxing baths.

Takes his paperwork to bed so he can watch you sleep. You might snore, and the bed is almost comically huge, but you look so relaxed that Diavolo swears you lied to him about being purely human

His favorite thing to do is rub ointments and tinctures on your belly to help your skin. Loves to give you shoulder kisses while he does.

When he finds out you’re having a boy, he commissions tiny matching outfits. He doesn’t know if he wants to gush over the details or cry (”Barbatos, how inconceivably tiny! Isn’t it amusing?”)

Diavolo as a Dad (for real) :

Has to be given very explicit instructions about age-appropriate play because the minute the kid is crawling Diavolo’s going to want to play with him like a toddler.

Lets him teethe on old antique gold stuff that gives Mammon an aneurysm when he realizes what the kid’s doing (and how expensive the thing is in his hands).

Had a treasure chest-style bassinet comissioned because his kid is his treasure. One of the two--two and a half, with Barbatos--greatest treasures in his castle.

100% uses the kids to shirk his royal duties, but you and Barbatos keep him on a tight leash. Literally. He has a coupon allotment for the week (if you didn’t do the coupon thing he’d NEVER get any work done).

He LIVES for the skin-to-skin contact and is very disappointed when he has to put clothes back on for guests or meetings. He’s just doing what’s best for his son, okay?

That child is going to be spoiled AF. Always wanting to be held or next to his papa.

Diavolo isn’t allowed to do the chest carrier because he gets so excited about stuff he might sling the kid around on accident (Barbatos banned it after he held the baby through some paperwork and spent half the time playing with his feet).

Can never get over how tiny his son is, or how he can hold him in one hand. Somehow works it into every conversation.

Will work his kid into every conversation. Has pictures to go along with it.

His official Devilgram is 80% his kid or you (or both), 5% Barbatos, 5% other people, and 10% bad shots he doesn’t know how to delete.

Almost all of his Devilgram videos were taken by Barbatos because Diavolo absolutely loses it when the baby speaks gibberish. He dies laughing and just can’t hold it together. The video is just shaky and blurry otherwise. 

You’d think every time he sees him is the first time because Diavolo is so smitten and amazed

The Little D’s of the castle are always giggling to themselves and racing to tell you that they caught Diavolo peppering kisses on his little baby forehead or fists.

He’s a really involved and happy dad. Childlike and joyful by nature, he’s super invested in his kid. Sometimes it’s like you have two, but Diavolo means well.

Decent at all reverse psychology ploys. Kid doesn’t want mommy’s affection? More for him! Kid’s not hungry? He’ll eat it, then (and the dessert that they totally can’t have now)!

Can’t really discipline. Feels too guilty. Threatens the child with Barbatos or you.

Is really surprised when the kid has a ‘mom day’ where it seems like he doesn’t exist but totally understands (”Your mom has that affect on me, too.”)

Hope you liked it :)

[carriagelamp]

May 2020 Book Review - Short and Sweet

Man, my experience with quarantine has been bonkers -- on one hand going stir-crazy with nothing to do, but on the other hand I have officially been working during all of it and it has made my job a very stressful one and boy howdy is that ramping up for June! Brain fry is still my dear friend and companion, so this is a month of 

~short and sweet~ books, most of it kids lit, that take no brain power and are just a pleasant little treat for my brain. Reading is so much more fun when you’re willing to be compassionate to your own brain and what it can handle!

I Spy: A Book Of Picture Riddles

These books were one of the best things in an elementary school library, and honestly? Is still ridiculously fun. I don’t think you can outgrow I Spy books? So fun to look at, amazing pictures especially when you remember they’re made with physical objects that are actually photographed, satisfying rhymes, and a nice shift for your brain. It gave me something to think about that wasn’t covid-anxiety-related and something to look at that wasn’t a screen. Such a nice break.

Spy X: The Code // Spy X: Hide and Seek

The first two books of the Spy X series. My brother and I loved these as kids, and I dug them out to reread them now. Honestly, they’re still cool books. The story follows two children whose mother seems to have “disappeared”. They know she, like their father, works for a secretive “Company” that may or may not be connected to the military, but they don’t realize how sinister that might actually be until they get a mysterious package on their birthday. They slowly realize that their mom is truly involved in something sinister as they’re drawn into a world of espionage and it’s up to them to follow the clues and keep her secrets in order to bring her home safe. This book has lots of fun riddles, mysteries, and gadgets that are excellent for older elementary school readers (and for adults like me looking for a fun child-adventure romp).

The Elders Are Watching

An incredibly poignant illustrated poem done in the form of a picture book. While it’s appropriate for children, this is honestly pretty heavy hitting as an adult and is very worth the read. It’s a collaborative work between a Canadian Métis author Dave Bouchard and a West Coast First Nations artist Roy Henry Vickers. All the illustrations are his and they’re breath-taking. Seriously, I don’t know what else to say about this, it’s worth the read if you want that’s both short and still moving.

Animals of the Salish Sea

As long as we’re talking about the Canadian West Coast First Nations, I’ll add this little board book as well. It’s a cute book about Salish animals and what they represent and teach in that culture. It’s not long, but the Salish-style art is bright and fun, and so are the lessons.

Riding Academy: A Horse For Mary Beth

IS MARY BETH HORSE SHY??!?

I haven’t read a Horse Girl Book in probably decades and I as soon as I realized I was going to settle into a children’s lit reading spree I knew I needed to find one. There’s something so satisfying about books written about young girls becoming enamored with horses, they’re so earnest. And this book was more educational, horse-wise, than I would have expected! It follows Mary-Beth who boards at a new school. Originally she isn’t a part of the horse riding program, but she soon finds out all three of her roommates are and, so as not to feel like an outsider, she ends up claiming that she was just about to sign up for it. Even though she’s terrified of horses. It’s a simple, generic book, but very sweet, and all four roommates have a surprising amount of personality (especially Andie who is a complete shit-disturber and whom I adore)

Dolphin Diaries: Leaving the Shallows // Dolphin Diaries: Chasing The Dream

Another “young girl loves animals and has a Bond with them” series of books because I loved them as a kid and I still vibe with them now. They’re heart-warming y’all. Anyway, this is a series that one of those series that’s written by a million different authors who all share a pen name so the quality varies wildly. Chasing the Dream was honestly kinda garbage, but I enjoyed Leaving the Shallows. They follow Jody, whose parents travel the world studying and filming dolphins. Jody travels all over with her family and the crew of their research ship, learning about dolphins and doing her best to help protect them. I’d say a highlight about this series is that it’s aggressively pro conservation and environmental protection and is pretty educational about those topics, in a way that’s understandable and interesting to young readers. 

The Rainbow Fish // Dazzle The Dinosaur

Had a heated debate with someone re: the thematic underpinnings of The Rainbow Fish that had my head rolling. Let me tell you, an english degree doesn’t prepare you for that. Anyway, it made me go reread The Rainbow Fish (in order to cite my sources) and the lesser known Dazzle because I loved that book as a kid. Book Shiny Is Good sure was the mentality and I stand by it. They’re dang pretty. I am not open to reopening this debate so for the love of fucking everything please don’t message me about it.

The Moccasins

Another Canadian picture book, this time by a Ktunaxa First Nation author about an aboriginal boy who grows up in foster care. It’s a cute book and has a very sweet message, though it was a little underwhelming. I was fairly meh about the art, which is always a downer for me when it comes to picture books. (which is honestly too bad because I like this illustrator, she’s a Cree Métis artist who did My Heart Fills With Happiness and When We Were Alone which are both gorgeous??)

Bloom County: ‘Toons For Our Times

Another comic reread, except that this time it hadn’t been years since I last read it -- I regularly reread this series. We always had tons of comic anthologies at home growing up, and Bloom Country was one of my first exposures to political and social satire. It’s definitely dated at times, and frankly offensive at other times, but I still adore it and it can be incredibly on point, even forty years later. The art is also delightful, the characters are so off the wall and fun, and the constant underlining longing for nature and simplicity and kindness really resonates, especially now.

Calvin and Hobbes: Something Under The Bed Is Drooling // Yukon Ho!

More comics. Never the wrong time to read Calvin and Hobbes. Wholesome feel-good-ness.

Babe The Gallant Pig

I’ve always meant to red Babe and decided now was finally the time. It was delightful! Definitely has Charlotte’s Web vibes, except this time it’s about a piglet who ends up getting adopted by a sheep dog who is determined to teach her unexpected adopted son how to be a proper sheep dog, even if that sheep dog is more of a sheep pig. And Babe manages to blow everyone’s expectations out of the water by his unrelenting gentleness and compassion. So goddamn cute. Only thing that kills me is that they refer to the female dog, not incorrectly, as a “bitch” which makes it a conundrum about giving it to kids to read.

Bread And Jam For Frances

I’d forgotten all about the Frances the Badger books until now! I was so excited to see one again! These books just hit hard in the nostalgia. Very traditional of a children’s book, it feels similar to old-school Berenstain Bears. It has a simple, clear cut message for children that still holds true. It’s really nothing special (the story is pretty simple and the art is mostly duotone) unless you also have warm feelings form your childhood about this series.

Hugh Pine

A chapter book about an unusually large, unusually smart porcupine who realizes that if he wears a bright red hat he found, then drivers on the road are more likely to see him and less likely to hit him. So he teaches himself to stand on his hind legs and wave at the drivers, and is quickly mistaken as a small, old man. The other porcupines, not as smart as Hugh and very much in danger of the cars when they try to cross the road, soon form a committee and come to Hugh for help in keeping the rest of them safe. Absolutely ridiculous and Hugh is a miserable curmudgeon who wants to be left alone, so obviously I align with it.

[seungminty]

For Granted pt.2 // Jisung

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Genre: even angstier than the first one if that’s possible (eventual fluff !!)

Words: 2.3k

part 1

“One medium caramel latte to go?” I shouted, my throat beginning to feel slightly raw from shouting these continuous orders. It had been a long shift, on a long day, in a long week. 3 sneaky coffees later and I was still struggling to keep my eyes open. Today had been especially busy, with everyone from families with screaming children, to giddy schoolgirls, to loved-up couples, to quiet workers spending time in the tiny cafe. Luckily, with only 10 minutes until closing, all the hustle and bustle had finally died down. 

After promising my manager that I’d close up, I began wiping down the machines, but not before spotting a kid in the corner with his hood up. His back was to me, but from the proximity of his face to his screen and the quick rate of his typing, I could just imagine the look of concentration on his face. My thoughts were confirmed as I watched him inch closer to his screen, completely oblivious to the coffee mug that was already precariously perched on the edge of the table. 

I smiled slightly, finding the scene endearing. 

I soon stopped smiling when I realised the reason why. 

He reminded of me of Jisung.

It had been a few months since the break-up, but I still found that unavoidable sting in my heart whenever I thought of him. He was always there, even throughout the harder times of our relationship. That night, I quickly realised that I’d never felt more alone. 

There was no doubt that Jisung had left a hole where my heart once lived, but now, after weeks of tears and anger and ice cream, I could finally say that the hole was beginning to heal. 

I hadn’t heard anything from Jisung, so I quickly assumed that he was ok. In fact, he was probably happy that he could finally work in peace. I shook my head, trying to stop thinking about that dreadful night. I tried seeking a distraction, but luckily, the hooded figure provided one for me. 

There was a loud crash and a surprisingly high pitched screech, followed by a string of curse words. Without even looking, I knew what had happened. I quickly grabbed the mop and made my way over, trying to suppress a laugh.

“I guess I should’ve said something about your coffee cup earlier, but you looked so in the zone and I didn’t want t-” The words died in my mouth and my heart plummeted straight down to my stomach.

There in front of me, dishevelled and sleep-deprived but beautiful as ever, was Jisung.

One look in those damn eyes and I felt all the happiness and hurt he caused rush through me all at once. I couldn’t bring myself to look away, my heart pounding even faster when I realised that he was staring right back.

“Y/n...” My name felt strange and soft coming from his lips, and it made my head spin so much that I was finally pulled from my trance. 

“I’ll uh... I’ll just tidy this up, yeah...” I mumbled awkwardly, grabbing my mop which had fallen limply to the floor and beginning to clean up the mess as best as my shaky hands would allow. 

Jisung continues to just stare at me, and I found the similarity in his dumbfounded expression to the last time I saw him almost comical. Almost.

As I began to pick up the rogue pieces of the mug from the floor, my mind raced with a million questions.

How did I not see him earlier?

He must’ve come in when I was on break.

Is he ok? He looks tired.

He’s probably in the middle of writing an album. Not like its any of my business anyway.

Why was he here, of all places?

That one, I had no answer to.

Jisung, who had remained silent for a long few minutes, seemed to read my mind at this point. 

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention to my cup. I’ve just had the worst writer's block for so long and even being near you always gave me inspiration. And I guess I just wanted, wanted to see you? I don’t know. God, that-that sounded way less creepy and stalkery in my head, fuck, sorry. I mean, I miss you, I get that it’s over and I’m in no way trying to pressure you or-” I stood up abruptly, cutting off this rambling. I stared at him for a few more seconds, seeing the tears swimming in his eyes and debating whether to break down or scream bloody murder at him.

Instead, I decided to whisper meekly,

“I’ll go get you another coffee.”

I trudged back behind the counter, leaving a still dazed Jisung to trail behind me. 

There were a few moments of silence, while I made his latte, with Jisung watching my every move.

“I’ll get you one.” He blurted out suddenly, startling both of us and leaving me slightly confused.

“I-I mean, I’ll pay for two coffees, and maybe.. maybe we could drink them together? And talk?”

I blinked in shock. Every fibre of my being was screaming at me to say no, to make his damn latte and get the hell out of there before he caused me any more pain.

And yet, I nodded.

Jisung was nothing if not my best friend. This was a fact that had made our breakup even harder than it should be. There was not only a Jisung shaped hole in my heart, but he was also suddenly missing from so many parts of my life, too. It took almost a month for me to stop instinctively reaching to text Jisung when I got a test result or when new college drama started.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jisung nod slightly in return, ears tinting pink as he struggled to bite back a smile. My stomach did flips at his adorableness and I soon felt a blush creeping onto my cheeks too. 

A few minutes later, we were sitting across from each other, cups of steaming coffee in front of us, in complete silence. Silence had become such a prominent part of our meeting recently, and it was driving me crazy.

“So how are you?” We said at the same time, causing both of us to tinge pink.

“Uhm, I’m good, the term is ending soon and I got the final results I wanted,” I said, inwardly cringing at the politeness in my statement.

I continued rambling on about college, the awkwardness in my words slowly diminishing. I was so caught up in telling him about my ridiculously incompetent lab partner, that I didn't notice Jisung’s soft smile as he looked at me with eyes full of love. I never saw the heartbreak those eyes were hiding, or how his hands were constantly fiddling with the sleeve of his hoodie, terrified that he would mess up again and lose this tiny piece of heaven he held right now. I didn’t know that he had missed me so much he was sometimes incapable of getting up in the mornings, and I had no idea about the number of times Jisung walked past the tiny cafe, hoping to catch a glimpse of the smile that he used to see every day. He’d waited for almost 30 minutes in the cold street outside the cafe that morning, pacing up and down like a damn crazy person, trying to rack up the courage and some sort of plan before walking in. He was still in shock. Y/n was right there. In front of him. Chatting away like a long lost friend. Jisung couldn’t believe his luck. Even after all he had done, everything he’d fucked up over and over again, he got to sit here and have a damn a catch-up.

“So how are the boys?” I asked, suddenly embarrassed when I realised that I’d talked for at least 15 minutes straight. 

Jisung took a second to answer, still slightly dazed.

“Oh, uh... they’re fine. Tired as usual, but I guess that’s normal now. They miss you, ya know.” 

He hesitated, before mumbling so quietly I shouldn't have been able to hear it. But I did.

“I miss you.”

At those words, I felt my world explode with fireworks and come crashing down at the same time. 

I was silent now, and Jisung was avoiding my gaze by staring at the now rather lukewarm coffee in front of him.

“Jisung, you know that’s not really fair...” was all I could muster up, using all my energy to keep the tears from falling.

“I know, I know I don’t even deserve to have a coffee with you, but please believe me when I say that this has been the worst 47 days of my life. I treated you like shit, and you’re clearly better off without me, and yet and I can't help but be selfish and ask for another chance. A chance to treat you right, to treat you like the princess you are and I swear, fuck I swear y/n, if you say yes you’ll never want after anything ever again, I would take care of you forever, I promise angel.” By the end of his speech, his voice held a desperation so strong that it physically pained me to hear. He looked so truly broken. It took everything in me not to wipe away his tears and forgive him instantly. 

But hey, when is life ever that simple?

I sighed, choosing my next words carefully, feebly trying not to add to the pain that had already been inflicted on both of us.

“I’m sorry Jisung, b-but I don’t think I could do this again. Even with the best will in the world, you’re still an idol and you’re still busy as hell, and I still can’t cope with the pressures that brings. Who knows, maybe things could’ve been different in another life, but one thing I know for sure is that there’s no way I'm letting you comprise your dream for anything, especially me.” There was a slight ferocity in my words, which seemed to hurt Jisung, but I knew I needed to be firm if we were ever to move forward.

“But I-I don’t care about any of that! I would do anything for you y/n, my schedule doesn’t matter, because we love each other, right? Tha-that’s what you said right before my debut, you said that love always found a way.”

He hesitated.

“You do love me... right?” 

There was fear in his eyes, which shocked me greatly. How could I ever not love him? Even after everything, he was still the best person I had ever met.

“Of course, of course, I do, but it was naive of me to say that, I guess I didn't know just how cruel and lonely the world could be. But know that I forgive you, Ji, and I want you to be hap-”

“Don’t do that.” He blurted out, causing me to frown at the dark tone of his voice. He continued.

“Don’t call me Ji. That was our thing, and it makes me feel like, like we’re still together, or something, like your still mine...” He trailed off, the crack in his voice only deepening the crack in my heart. 

I sighed. The mention of our relationship did nothing to help the tears that were slowly beginning to fall from behind my eyes. 

“I don’t know if I can ever trust you with my heart again, Jisung.”

It was a simple statement, but it crushed Jisung entirely. That was just it, he could give all the love he had now, but the past was set in stone, and try as he might, he could never erase the damage he'd done. 

There was nothing left to do now but go our separate ways. We silently put our coffee in the bin, Jisung only speaking to say that he’d walk me to the bus stop, and at this point, I was too heartbroken to argue. 

The silence continued at the bus stop as we waited. That was when I decided to be spontaneous for the first time in my life.

I stuck my hand out towards him, Jisung looked at it, startled, and then at me, eyebrow raised to demand an explanation.

“A fresh start. Let’s have a fresh start. I may not be able to give you my heart yet, but I didn't say anything about not being able to text you my college drama.”

At my words, Jisung’s heart leapt for joy. It sank only briefly, knowing that our new relationship probably wouldn’t involve cuddles and kisses, but fuck was it still more than he ever deserved.

Jisung cracked a small smile, before reaching to shake my still outstretched hand.

“Friends, yeah, I would love to do that, y/n.” I smiled in return at the cheesy gesture.

“Great, well, I’m y/n, nice to meet you.”

“And I’m Jisung, and it’s a pleasure.”

Jisung felt his heart swell. He had his heaven back, and he sure as hell could get used to it.

 FIN

....ok so I might have lied about the fluffy ending