#look who’s up before noon uwu

[lyriumsings]

gonna draw when i get back home and i think i’m finally gonna just post that chrissy drawing just to be done with it lolol

[from-izzy]

double a decade | tbz kim sunwoo

Double a decade—no, more than that. 

​PAIRING » tbz kim sunwoo x gn!reader (proofread twice! lmk if i missed anything!)​ TROPE/AU » ​childhood friends to lovers, non-idol au!, holiday season au! (starts a little bit from christmas up to new years!) GENRE​ » it's so fluffy like wow...i'm not going to write something so fluff for sunwoo for a while after this, a tinge of angst, SUNWOO AND READER ARE BOTH IDIOTS, sunwoo thought his love was one-sided, very shy kim sunwoo, sunwoo being very cute and patient to the reader, reader is sick and sunwoo takes care of them uwu, they platonically share the same bed, big spoon sunwoo who is physically bigger than you and holds you to sleep, MUTUAL PINING REEEEEE, a ton of hugs from kim sunwoo because he's so...ugh, reader blushing cause of kim sunwoo, sunwoo giving his jackets that're oversized for you to use (ahhhh) WORD COUNT » 5760 ESTIMATED READING TIME » ~21 mins WARNINGS (lmk if i missed anything!) » reader is sick with a fever (if you're actually sick, please isolate yourself!), kim sunwoo being a shy idiot, one swear word (but cuts through halfway)

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

my last story for 2023! looking forward to the new year! happy 2024 everyone!

thank you for reading and screaming with me @winterchimez, @heemingyu and @mosviqu !! you three were so chaotic 😭 like ally really whipped out my government name, i couldn't tell whether sana was mad at me or sunwoo, and bar was...yeah...uhm...yeah!

(i suffered so much with the banner, i need to stop looking at it now)

Even you found this situation absurd.

How could something so beautiful cause you to have tissues and wet towels lying around your heating body? It’s bittersweet to know that the things that made you enwrap in the layer of heated and weighted blankets are the same ones every year that fall nicely from the hues of orange and red sky. Maybe it’s the headache or the jealousy as you hear the excited shrills of the children outside the window having fun and throwing the cold ball of death to each other’s faces. It’s probably also the fact that you’re at the time of your month, the cramps around the underside of your stomach in addition to the scratchy itch on your throat that makes swallowing hard. 

In the end, this year’s Christmas has been wasted and you could only cry under the sheets alone, convincing your parents not to enter as you knew they had to return to work as soon as the holidays ended. You truly regretted your past naive and idiotic self for making a snow angel without proper winter battle clothes. The effect took a massive toll on your body, especially with the amount of hours you have been working and the stress of it all. The way you spent Christmas was lonely as you looked down to the ground floor where your family gathered, a warm blanket slouched on your messy, unwashed hair. The distance between your pout and their smiles wasn’t too far but because of your dying voice and their charged voice, even your mother could barely hear your Christmas greetings.

But, there was someone in your life who still barged into your highly contaminated room with his raccoon loverboy beanie and matching handmade raccoon scarf that you gifted for him this Christmas. Even with your refutes and arguments, he just shrugs, refusing to let you spend the holiday season time alone. 

Every year has always been the same at this time of the year. From when the clock strikes midnight when the jingle bells ring from the city hall up to your room, up until around noon, you would spend it with your family. From noon, when you and your best friend would be amazed at how the snowman still kept its shape up until around dinner time, you would be all over the neighbourhood with him. Then cues the opening of gifts underneath the green tree with ornaments from your grandparents’ age, the smile plasters on everyone’s faces as choruses of ‘thank you’s would be said. Three hours before Christmas day passes, you would retreat to your room, only to have a visitor open your door, the pile of snow between the strands of his hair making the wood of your floor a tripping hazard.

Every year has always been the same for you both and Kim Sunwoo is determined to make sure that it would still be that way. The boy has always made every single Christmas memorable from the day you both were in diapers to now. He made sure that Christmas this year isn’t wasted and he proves that solidly.

Now, another day of fighting begins as you pray for your fever to die down in time for the approaching new year. Contrary to your wishes, your whole body feels like it’s been shut down, feeling too effortful to even raise a finger despite it lying on your bed for the last twenty hours.

“Sunwoo…” The tears well up in your eyes, wishing that you could at least pick up the phone to hear his stories about the day. 

“I got you!” 

The door clicks open to reveal his toothy, mischievous smile. In one hand, a filled fabric bag is held as the other fist punches the sky eagerly. If you could, you would’ve chucked all the layers of fabric to the ground for all you care, clinging onto the boy like a koala. He understands the thoughts roaming in your head as soon as he sees the way the ceiling light highlights the sweat on your forehead and the moisture around the bottom of your eyes. 

The once-upturned corners of his mouth dipped and so did his shoulders. With his free hand, the door closed quietly. He slowly approaches you, kneeling on the floor beside your bed. Sunwoo takes his mittens off, tilting his head and his furrowed eyebrows match his solemn smile. 

“The new year is literally in three days and I’m still here all wrapped up like a mummy.” He unfolded one of the new towels on your bedside table, dapping the sweat away from your flushed face. “I hate this…”

Sunwoo couldn’t hide his true feelings either, missing having you healthy by his side for more than a whole week now. The night walks were now leaning more toward miserable than lonely. He misses the way you would wrap your nearest arm with his, the other hand loosely anchoring on as well as you both comment on whatever comes into your mind. It’s during those times that you would be so preoccupied with your words that the world around him becomes silent, looking down at the slope of your nose and the shape of your moving lips dearly. 

If you look up towards him, you can see the way that Sunwoo’s eyes relax and the corners of his lips lift just slightly, looking at you with utmost adore and affection. His cheeks would be red, not because of the chilly wind, but because his heart is telling him to just hold you close, confess and kiss you deeply into the night. 

It’s no exaggeration to say that the fluttering feeling in his heart, gave his body more warmth than the mittens, beanie, scarf and winter outfit.

“It’ll pass soon, don’t worry,” Sunwoo reassures you, straightening his legs and heading to your bathroom. There, he shrieks and the laugh from the joined room, where you lay in bed with a new cold wet towel on your burning forehead tells him that you did it on purpose. “I thought that was real!” His head peaks out slightly from the bathroom door with the toy cockroach in his hand, throwing it on the duvet where it conveniently plops upside down.

“I need some laughs, okay?” It only earned an eye roll from Sunwoo, who closed the bathroom door.

Your eyes widen at the familiar actions, the sprinkling of water confirming your thoughts.

“Sunwoo!” You scold him. “You can’t stay over! I’m literally sick!”

“I’ll be fine!”

These are the only words that he says, ignoring the rest of your complaints and nagging; he knows though, that it’s just because you care for his health and wellbeing.

Your lips could only form a big mountain when Sunwoo finally does exit your now sauna-like bathroom. He had his favourite raccoon onesie on, his used clothes in one hand and was supported with his chest to avoid it from toppling over his hold. A toothbrush is leisurely in his mouth, the frothing around the inside of his lips tells you that he has no second thoughts about staying over. 

“You can’t, Woo.” An exasperated sigh comes out as soon as he slips into the room. “Why don’t you ever listen to what I say?”

The toothbrush stops its rustling sound against his healthy, white teeth and you can tell from the way his hands land on the side of his waist that he has a complaint back about you.

“As if you’ll ever listen to me.” And the rustling continues with a tune of a song.

“Touche.”

There is one thing that changed from your usual sleepovers but again, you’re not complaining as it is the best choice. Sunwoo takes out the spare roll-up mattress after excitedly knocking on your parent’s room for help. You could hear how your parents are beyond surprised by the visit but you could only smile when you hear the way they scold Sunwoo for wanting to stay beside you with your condition.

For some odd reason, he was still able to walk back into your room, showing off the white fabric on his shoulder that he held, shoulder way too high for your liking as his pride replaces the gloomy atmosphere in the room.

“Make some sort of distance between you and my bed please.”

Your tone is no longer playful, almost tired and most definitely worried. Sunwoo nods, his lips pulling into a line. At this moment, when Sunwoo sets up his bed for the night away from you, you don’t realise the clench in your heart, your hand swishing over the space beside you where he would usually cuddle with you to sleep.

“This alright?” Pulling off his sparkly doe eyes, shooting you a smile that you couldn’t possibly refute. “Alright! Goodnight!” He cheers when you nod defeatedly.

With a flick of the switch, the only thing that allows you to see your covered feet is the moonlight from outside. Sunwoo is in a better position because the lower level means that your bed blocks the shine enough for him to slumber back to sleep.

For some reason, you couldn’t. Your body is still, your eyelids shut and your calm breathing would’ve fooled anyone that you were actually in dreamland. In reality, all you could hear was Sunwoo’s more soothing snores, the sudden feeling that nothing was covering you and the uncomfortable feeling of staying awake.

Your eyelids shoot open once more, staring at the lines and scratches that managed to make it there. Maybe it was a chaotic cat? Or a really strong spiky fly? Or maybe, a ghost? Continuing a questionable amount of ideas. You didn’t even realise when your body turned to the side where Sunwoo was. Without thinking much, your arm reaches for the expensive headpiece straight to the once-slumbering boy.

Disturbed between reality and dreams, his body immediately straightens up, turning his head at you. “Hey!”

“Sorry.” You did feel guilty, not knowing that your impulse actions would jolt him so much; but your laugh tells him that once again, you did plan it with some sort of naughty reason.

Like the antagonist of a scary movie, Sunwoo’s head dips down slightly, his bangs covering his eyes and his cheek rising with menacing thoughts in his head. Suddenly, he jumps over to the mattress, wiggling his fingers all over your body.

“S-Stop! Sunwoo!” He didn’t bother doing so, his heart delighted at the sound of your laughter after so long. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry, you pathetic raccoon!”

“Oh, you’re really asking for it!”

It’s a miracle that none of your parents didn’t woke up after almost five minutes of different volumes of laughter. After a week or so of copping up in your room, unable to properly see your best friend, he makes his mark on the winter holiday, knowing that every time you fall sick with a fever, you’ll recall this fun memory.

“Can’t sleep?” 

He retreats to the edge of the bed, his legs dangling. Yet, he has his full focus on the way your smile gradually falls into a frown. His hands move under the blanket, finding yours. As soon as he feels you, his fingers intertwine with yours. Automatically, your thumb caresses Sunwoo’s, calming enough for him to sleep. Eyelids heavy but not completely down yet, your brown orbs observe the way Sunwoo kneels beside you.

“Sunwoo…”

“Hm?” 

“Thank you for staying.” 

His eyes widen slightly but he then lets out a small chuckle. “Just doing your lovely parents a favour.” 

“No.” He gulps at your seriousness, watching the way that even though your back is facing the natural light source, the growing waters underneath your eyelids make his other hand reach out for you, the movement shaking your tears down. “I meant in life. Thank you for staying with me another year.”

Your eyelashes fluttered, the darkness quietly enveloping you. Sunwoo just lets out a soft sigh, your words making his heart beat too rapidly for him to sleep tonight. 

“I love you.” 

There…

He rehearsed the confession in the mirror many times, different scenarios each time, a different object in his hand every time as he imagined the perfect gift that he would give if he was ever given a chance to pour his feelings into you. A part of him wishes you heard it, hoping that you didn’t keep this friendship going. 

The mattress that he worked hard to retrieve from your parents is left untouched for the rest of the night. Forget about his well-being for a second, prioritising the love in his heart. Forget about being sick if it meant being able to hold you in his arms just like all those times. Forget about your scoldings that he would only stick his tongue out nonchalantly to. Sunwoo climbs on the opposite side, his usual spot in your bed. He carefully slips his body inside, the air a thousand times warmer, almost making him wince at the sudden temperature rise that he didn’t expect.

For one last time in the night, he wipes your forehead clean, pressing a lingering kiss on the area. Your body recognises the dip of the bed, turning to the other side and hiding your eyes from the glare of the night into Sunwoo’s beating chest. Perplexed but still somewhat composed, he lets you get comfortable first, both of your hands reaching up to the fabric of his collar, tugging it slightly as a satisfied smile makes its way onto your relaxed face. 

“I love you.” 

He says once more.

“I love you so much, bubs.” 

A little bit louder.

“I love you so much but,” He rests his head on the pillow, pulling you further into his embrace with his hand curling over the shape of your head. “I don’t think I can stay beside you next year.”

Unrequited love his whole life. 

The trade-off between friendship and love is too much for him to fully digest. 

But as the years pass, Sunwoo knows that there is nothing much he can do but drown in his uncertainties. At the same time, he’s no longer sure how much longer he could fake another smile towards you whenever you were taken out for dates. He’s no longer sure how to keep his heartbeat at bay whenever you accidentally whip your hair across his face whenever he scared you, and the way your first instinct is to squish his cheeks, frown and check up for any hurt on his beautiful face. He’s no longer sure if he could hide the urge to pull you into his chest whenever your fingers would lace together even during the hot summer days.

So Sunwoo made it clear to himself that tonight would be the last time he would bask in your presence. Another unsure kiss is given to your forehead and against the screamings inside his head, he follows his heart to press one on each of your closed lids, whispering loving words that he desperately wishes you would hear. 

“I’m thankful for you too.”

True to his words, Sunwoo is gone by the early morning, the white blob on the floor is gone and so are the used towels that you have used throughout the previous day. Judging from the coolness of the sheets beside you, he must’ve left some time ago and it left a bitter feeling in your whole being when he left no note that would usually snap the drowsiness in you to an immediate deadpan reaction, or contrary a dog video that would make up want to curl up and stay in bed for longer.

Three distinct knocks on the door tell you that your mum has breakfast ready but you can’t respond as enthusiastically as you usually would. 

“You’re looking better today, actually.” The plastic tray rests on the corner of your table. The now-occupied space reminds you of last night when Sunwoo used the same space for his worn-out backpack. Satisfied with the way your forehead is no longer burning and almost back to normal temperature, the woman nods and lets out a sigh of relief. “Must be the Sunwoo effect.”

It did make you forget your confusion for a second, the corners of your slumped lips pulling to a straight line. When you were once again left all alone in the room, the loneliness was unlike ever before. The charging cable is ripped away from your device, opening the messaging app to text Sunwoo a very formal, very awkward morning greeting. Your eyes bore into the bottom left of the screen, seeing if the familiar typing icon would pop out but after around four minutes of empty wishes, the way you shoved your phone under the pillow shows how crestfallen you are with his isolating behaviour. It continued for the rest of the day, your phone never buzzing because of him even though his social media activity shows him posting a new memory to share over the internet.

New Year is around a few hours and to you, it looks like Sunwoo has no plans to change his indifference towards you. Even when Eric says he would make sure that Sunwoo sends a message to you, the only thing that changed in your messaging status with him is the ‘delivered’ to ‘seen’ sign.

“The audacity of this little piece of sh—” 

Your fingers tapped rapidly first, and the floating tiles of your keyboard pour your conflicted emotions with a dash of empty threats to him. It’s infuriating that the only thing he did was still, left you on ‘seen’ but this time, in real-time. 

“Okay, fine!”

Why are you so defeated? Frustrated? Annoyed? Irritated? Worried? Sour? Confused? Are you really going to spend the rest of the year without him? Start the new one without him? Is he really breaking the streak of watching the fireworks together and being each other’s first ‘Happy New Year!’s with a bunch of jumping and squealing? 

Is he mad because you’re the reason why you can’t watch the flowers in the sky with him this year? But Sunwoo knows that you’ve been sick! But if he is, is he so mad to the point that he's going to break the streak of being each other’s first ‘Happy New Year!’s next year because of it? But between you both, you’ve always beaten him by a split second!

“Fine! Be that way then!” If the framed picture of you both had noise sensitivity, you’re sure that it would’ve cowered away and fallen straight to the bin next to it. “Ignore me then! Go have fun with the rest of your friends! Why’d you come here and act like you cared when you were just going to avoid me like this?!”

As if the whole universe isn’t seemingly against you already, the bunny doll that Sunwoo won for you smiled sweetly from the corner of your room. The rubber material of your slippers makes high-pitched slaps and your arms snatch the poor plush by its neck, shaking it back and forth as you start to let out all the cursing in all the languages that you know to the boy in your head.

“You got it!”

You couldn’t hide the excitement on your face as soon as the claw hovers in the hole of the machine, a few seconds away from delivering the prize to your hands. Sunwoo rejoices and is proud after winning against the rigged game with only the first try. 

You try to wait patiently for Sunwoo to give it to you, but the way that your upper body bounces, and the way your slightly wavy hair goes along with the motions of your body, only makes it harder for Sunwoo to properly hand you over the gift. You weren’t doing anything special but he was so in love with you that he couldn’t help but let out a shaky breath at the way your eyes sparkle to him—it didn’t help his case that you were cutely drowning in his jacket. 

“D-Do you love it that much?”

Would it be weird if he snapped a photo of you right now? When your cheeks are smushed against the bunny’s fluffy ones? Would it be weird if he wanted to set it as his wallpaper and just stare at it all day long?

“It’s so cute!” 

You indirectly answered, putting your full attention and affection to the animal in your hands. The way you bopped your nose with its own only fuels his adoration for you and because you’re so immersed in your birthday gift, Sunwoo did manage to get the picture that he desires.

Kim Sunwoo also had it as his lock screen, hiding it within a collage of other memories—it’s the reason why he’s been so protective over his phone for the last few months.

Having had enough of giving the inanimate animal a headache, you threw it onto the floor with a huff, blowing the loose strand of hair away from your vision. All of a sudden, the tears finally well up in your eyes and you let out silent croaked sobs. The hunched-over plushie is the catalyst for your head to replay the memories in your head. With your back against your bed, knees folded to your chest and the bunny sitting on top, the outside world blurs out of existence for a while.

Everything is just Kim Sunwoo.

From the way he smiles.

To the way he drools in his sleep.

From the way he would literally hide you from the outside world, arms enveloping and muffling your cries.

To the way he welcomes the series of punches on his chest because life is too much for you sometimes.

From the way he has your mum on speed dial in case he can’t reach you.

To the way that he would hop into the car to pick you up from your solo late-night, early-morning beach walks still in his pyjamas.

From the way he knew how to comfort you depending on the situation.

To the way he wouldn’t mind submitting his assignment late if it meant that you’ll be able to sleep peacefully.

Your face flares up, recalling the light pressure of his lips on your eyelids the other night and with it, the meaning behind your tight hold on the bunny becomes something entirely different. That’s all it takes for you to rush out the front door, your mum following your rushed actions with her eyes.

“Well,” she shrugs, eyes back to the television of her favourite Christmas movie, “that happened.”

So maybe you should’ve changed to snowing boots or something more appropriate than your slippers but in your body’s adrenaline to keep your body intact for another five minutes when you would reach Sunwoo’s house.

“You’re so—ugh!” 

The crystals falling from the sky are too uncomfortable and you know that you will be bedridden for longer after this but that’s not going to be your fault. Someone else will take the blame for this and you’ll make it clear for him.

It’s only when you reach the front door, hands on your bent knees, throat dry, nose red, cheeks most probably iced due to your tears and the weather that the words all evaporate from your head. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore and with the curtain from the living room open just enough for you to see Sunwoo snuggling in the couch with his cup of hot chocolate, the feelings that you have been hiding from him amplified greatly.

You’re so mad at him but you still think he looks cute with the blanket over his head, covering his shoulders and eyes focused so much to the point the colours of the graphics were being reflected on his eyes. Changing the direction from kicking down the front door, you decided to instead gather a lump of ice into your palm, striking it against the window where his face was. 

His body jolts back but it didn’t take long for his mind to register the white remnants crumbling on the glass, window frame and sill. It takes Sunwoo less than a second to take in your shivering figure on the other side of the window and he knows he’s going to get an earful from his mum when she sees the sweet and sticky drink on her carpet.

The coat hanger rattles and almost breaks an arm with how violently Sunwoo takes two of his warmest jackets, swiftly getting ready to meet the cold and starting blizzard outside. He automatically winced when nature slammed the door open, almost stubbing his toe—but maybe that’s his karma for leaving you on read for more than a whole day without a proper explanation.

Sunwoo took his focus away from the throbbing pain, skipping down the stairs, using the spiky handrail for support as he pushed his body up whenever he went down a step lower, relaxing when his feet landed on the ground safely. It’s only been a few minutes since he stepped out of his blanket but now everything is throbbing—his heart as well for a different reason.

Seeing you still facing the window, your hair flying all over the place, your chin basically on your chest, Sunwoo realises that he hurt you badly. Maybe he should’ve just been honest. If so, then at the very least, you wouldn’t chase him out like this when it looks like you just started to feel better. 

“Hey…” his feet make cautious little shuffles, scrunching the remaining mixes of nature and ice, kind of scared for his life that you would start to (rightfully) punch him. Thankfully, he got close enough to drape his jacket onto your shoulder, zipping up the front without asking you to put your arms. If it wasn’t for the fact that he ignored you, he would be teasing and asking you about what you are mulling over. “Let’s go inside, hm?”

Sunwoo sighs at your stubbornness when you shoved his arm away, feet planted on the ground.

“Go away.” 

His heart clenches at the way you probably meant that. It included a hint of hurt, broken the unanswered questions that were swarming your head.

“I’m sorry,” Sunwoo said so softly that you could’ve missed it if it wasn’t the way you were already actively focusing on him. “So please, let’s just get you inside. It’s my fault, I’m sorry.”

His palm goes over where his heart is and the other hand gives you a reassuring press. Sunwoo knew by the way you refused to look at him despite him bending over to meet your eyes, that this was going to be tough for you to listen to him.

But Kim Sunwoo is patient.

He’s always been patient and understanding when it comes to you. When his hands reach over to envelop yours, you don’t push away how he wraps his own between yours. Your heartbeat picks up its pace when he leads your joined hands into the pocket of his jacket, his thumb gliding over your skin. The act also sends your body closer to his, finally closing the gap between your bodies, sharing body warmth corresponding to the red hues on your cheeks.

Your lips now hover over his outwear and your nose takes his scent in, enjoying breathing in the familiarity after almost two days of no contact. Sunwoo bites his lips, nervous about having you in front of him and the way you tighten your hold on his hands tells him that you have a lot to say. 

“You don’t want to spend the first week of the new year bedridden, bubs.” Wordlessly and timidly, Sunwoo just scans over your facial features, his eyes roaming about while your eyes are stuck on his zipper which is halfway done.

“Don’t call me that…” Because it clicks open the surge of feelings that you have been trying to hide from him for the longest time. “Don’t…”

You were still half awake when he said his words.

Unknowingly to Sunwoo, you heard every single word that you have always wanted to say to him. That night, when his hand wrapped securely around your waist, you had the best sleep in your life, taking a mental note to talk about the topic later on.

Only to realise that you are both idiots with your feelings.

“I’m sor—”

“Stop apologising!” 

And it sends Sunwoo into a puddle of shock and confusion when your eyes send out a waterfall. He separates his hands from yours and they fly quickly to hold your cheeks. Stutters of more apologies string out and his thumbs weren’t fast enough to keep your face dry. 

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry too!”

“Hey, what are you sorry about? I’m the one who left you on read!”

“I’m sorry that I’ve never told you how much I appreciate you,” you hiccup before continuing, seeing a glimpse of Sunwoo’s gaping mouth, “I’m sorry that you’ve always been the one taking care of me and not the other way around,” and you see the way he shakes his head with furrowed eyebrows, “I’m sorry that I ever make you think that I don’t care about you!” 

“Hey, no. Don’t say that, I know you care abo—”

“I love you, Kim Sunwoo!” 

To him, even though Christmas has passed, he’s convinced that it’s a miracle for him. The night when he left to stay in your house, he innocently wished upon the shooting star, closing his eyes and hoping for your health and happiness—but he couldn’t help but also wish that you would love him back even though that’s out of his control.

But what can he do when he’s only loved one person and one person throughout his whole life?

“I’m sorry if I ever made you think that I like someone else because I can tell you now that all those dates I went to only made me sure that I’m so in love with you and you make me feel like I can just be myself when I’m around you and I also feel jittery when I’m around you and—”

This is not the type of confession that he has rehearsed for.

He guides your face into his chest, still sobbing and crying. As always, your hands weakly hit him, your lips still voicing out muffled confessions to him. Sunwoo’s arms wrap around your shoulders, the other on top of it. His head dips, his lips breathing out air near your ear, resting his forehead on his arm for stability. He wants to say something, anything to make sure that his avoidance doesn’t mean that he doesn’t love you back but all he wants to do is to just hold you closer to make it clear that no one could take you out on another date.

Only he can take you out on dates now.

You sniffle, catching your breath after letting your feelings out. The hold around you makes you melt, smiling before turning to where Sunwoo is. At your longing stare, his head shoots back up in surprise, tripping over his own words at how you look at him with beady, watery eyes in adoration. Shy Sunwoo is going to be a sight that you’ll get used to quickly, noting how adorable he is with how his eyes refuse to meet yours and his lips moving without any sound actually coming through.

“I love you.” 

You repeated quieter just for him so that he was the only one who could hear the words.

“I love you so much.”

You stood on your toes, planting a kiss on his chin.

“I love you so much but,” Sunwoo gulps with how you squinted your eyes, “if you leave my side next year, I won’t hesitate to throw a snowball to your face.”

“Oh God, please don’t do that.” Mortified and shaking his head, “I’m sorry, you win. I’ll do anything, just please have mercy on me.”

“Anything?”

Sunwoo gives a series of firm, convincing nods.

“Kiss me.”

The words took a while to register in his mind and he couldn’t help the breath hitching when he realised your request. Sunwoo almost stumbled backwards, your hands tug the fabric of his pockets, pulling him back to you and reality. It caused your foreheads to lightly bump and the impact made you wince at his stupidity. 

“I-I’m sorry! I-I’m—”

“Kim Sunwoo! There’s going to be a mark there! That hur—”

A pair of comforting hands hold your jawline, tilting your face to accommodate the height difference between the two once-best friends. When Sunwoo gets a better grip on himself, he quickly dives in when your lips part, swallowing your complaints and making his dreams come true. 

Double a decade—no, more than that. 

That’s how much he’s waited for this moment with you.

When his lips would slot against yours, hugging your top ones with his before pulling away to give the same amount of affection to your bottom ones. Your noses bump into each other slightly, making the moment seem real and fun, smiling and giggling when you both part for air. Shy and kind of embarrassed with how messy and uncoordinated it is but you both know you wouldn’t want to share each other’s firsts with anyone else. 

At this moment, it’s you and him in this world.

That’s how you ended the year. Clenched fist still inside his pockets, though that didn’t stop you from folding the fabric back so that you could have your arms wrapped around his middle to pull him closer. The sky soon blooms shortly after, and the happy firing noises illuminate the night sky, beating the dull light and colour of the moon that everyone sees every day. Because of the dynamic colours, Sunwoo is able to see the shades of the celebration mirrored on your skin, finding you more beautiful than ever before. 

Though beautiful, the fireworks did make Sunwoo roll his eyes when he seemingly needed to repeat variations of “Be my girlfriend!” even though you were less than ten centimetres away from his face. He knows after your third “What? I can’t hear you” that you were playing with him, giving you pecks of his lips across your face playfully, enjoying how your laughs neutralised the flowers in the sky. 

You ended the year with the start of a kiss with your best friend.

And start the new year with a new title for your ex-best friend.

With Kim Sunwoo, of course.

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Ocean Deep Ch19 If You Love Something Then Let It Go

(Warnings: Mentions of Y/ns injuries and Koyuki's condition. Tengen has a nightmare in the beginning.

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The  feeling of a long day despite it only being about noon was not uncommon but it did feel rather surreal as you sat there comforting the distressed merman wrapped around your waist and resting his head in your lap fast asleep. 

"You know he hasn't slept in over a week." Kyojuro explained to you as he laid on his back, his head using Tengen's back as a pillow. 

Hinatsuru and Makio combing along his tail and pulling at loose bright red and orange scales before tossing them onto the sand around you all. Unlike Sanemi who kept his promise to leave Kanae alone and left, the five lovers refused to let you go so easily. Following you and calling you back to join them until you relented and sat down on the beach allowing them to climb up around you and start huddling up. Tengen wrapped around your middle soaking your dress once again but at this point you were used to it by now. He fell asleep awfully fast as soon as Kanae entered the house with arms full of coconuts for Mitsuri. 

However Kyojuro's voice did have you looking at him in surprise. But it was a bit difficult to turn your head to look at him when Suma was grabbing at your hair carefully detailing it strand by strand in a similar way you've seen them do multiple times before. She gave an annoyed whine when you fully turned to Kyojuro whom looked up at you, the scars from when you found him still displayed across his body. 

"What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said. Tengen has been having trouble sleeping lately but lately he's been getting better."

"I suppose my yelling at everyone didn't help him."

"On the contrary you and those ladies did have a genuine right to be angry." He jumped as Makio just yanked out an ingrown scale that had been causing him annoyance for a while before scrunching her face at it and just throwing it somewhere behind her. "Hhhhaaa." He sighed in relief melting into the sand below him. "Thank you, Sweetheart. That's been jabbing me forever."

You could only hum running your fingers down Tengen's hair as he gave a high pitched whine in his sleep and tightened his grip on your waist. He was still effected huh? You didn't blame him really. Not after everything that he was made to endure. He switched a worried brow in his sleep. A jolt making his tail curl a foot that caused most of you to look over at, especially when his sudden twist pushed Kyojuro suddenly off him and onto the beach sand with a soft thud. Twisting and thrashing became a new position for him as you were nearly knocked back when he rammed up into your torso but didn't thanks to Suma's hands grabbing your shoulders, but the sudden solidness being collided with him must've jolted something in his mind.

And two eyes of magenta opened wide. Pupils dialated. Sand sprayed when hands slammed into the ground and a creature of the waves rose with the speed of lightning.

"NNNNOOOO!!"

Voices echoed throughout the waters and bounced off rolling waves as it screeched it's pain. Lungs heaving for air from the sudden adrenaline pumping through his veins. Heart beating hard in his chest. Hands clutched onto grains of sand so hand it cracked into smaller pieces. Pupils blown wide in panic.

Where was he? He wasn't home. Home's not land! Where?...Where?..Where are-

"HINATSURU!?" 

Clouded  mind. Fogged by fear and panic.

"MAKIO?! SUMA?! KYO-OH?!"

Head turned on a swivel. Hands slipping on the sand and crashing face first half into your lap and half into the sand that caused his downfall. More grains being kicked out from where his body crashed into the ground. Loud coughs hacked out as he sat back up coughing and spat out foul tasting dirt from his mouth.

"Tengen?"

He jolted. Jumped hard and whirled around wide eyed. Five pairs of eyes stared down at him. Five pairs of very familiar eyes from five pairs of very familiar people. Still there. Still around him staring at him.

"Are you alright, Honey?"

The eyes stared widely silent at the spectators. Before his bottom lip trembled as tears weld up in his eyes and a choke escaped from his mouth that wasn't because of the sand. You blinked as Tengen automatically sought out the nearest source of comfort, which again was you as he once again wrapped himself tightly around you, burying his face into your chest, and the first sounds of muffled crying started. You all stared at him watching the powerful man shake in sobs wrapped up around you like you'd disappear any moment before your hands slowly found themselves placed on his back lightly rubbing his skin in comfort.

Nightmares.

That's what Kyojuro meant. Tengen was having nightmares. Night ares fueled by the traumatic experience they had all been put into. 

"Kanae, you're still planning on that escape the day after tomorrow right?"

You had been staring at the delicious smelling pie that Mitsuri had so nicely cut a piece out of and given to you for nearly ten minutes now. Long after Tengen had calmed down enough to let you go. Kyojuro thought it'd be better if they took him back home and made him sleep in for the rest of the day. It gave you a chance to change your clothes and get some food but for some reason you couldn't get yourself to eat. Only stare at the delicious smelling raspberry and coconut filled crust. 

"Shh." The woman in question put a finger to her lips and nodded. "Yes. My sisters checked on the boat earlier to be sure it was still there. I think we might actually make it out of here this time."

"Do you think this entire thing is still necessary? Sanemi was pretty honest with you and he did seem remorseful."

"Even if that's true, who's to say he won't change his mind again? Not to mention that we haven't seen any signs of any of the others since you told them off. Even if your friends are remorseful and Sanemi MIGHT keep his word, they might still be unwilling to let the others go. Let my sisters go." Her face turned to a small sad frown glancing at Kanao who Mitsuri was currently gifting another pie piece to. "Even if I cannot see our parents again, I will ensure my sisters will."

Even if you hated to admit it, she had a lot of good points again. If Sanemi could change his mind once then he could do it again. Not to mention all these girls had a right to go home. To go back to their families. They've been apart for so long. It wasn't right. Even if things between everyone got better, they still might be trapped here.

And as hurt as it made you considering, you still didn't want to live on an island like this either however you were unsure if your friends would be willing to let you go, especially Tengen in his state. So. You continued on with the plan as usual. Just two more days until you all would be able to hopefully go home. Hopefully be able to get back. 

The very next day you saw them all again early in the morning. Tengen especially looked brighter and happier than the exhausted and later frightened man you saw yesterday. He actually looked very beautiful. Laying there sunbathing on the rocks, and smiling half lidded at you from where his arms rested his head, Makio having yanked his bejeweled headband off to comb at his hair.

"Hmm. So my flashy wife decided she couldn't resist me any longer? I knew it was inevitable for you to resist our beauty for long," he flirted as you approached making you roll your eyes.

"No. I was actually wondering how everyone was doing. I just kinda feel bad for yelling at everyone." No you weren't. You were only feeling lightly guilty for yelling at your friends, not at Mr. Snake Leather Boots or the others for how they treated them. You were only asking about them to figure out where they were so Kanae's plan didn't have any problems. "So I wanted to apologize."

"Oh that." Tengen shrugged from where Makio roughly pushed him back down to hold still as she worked not that it phased her husband. Meanwhile Kyojuro had grabbed your hand and started pulling you towards him. "Giyuu was here a little bit ago but he left before everyone woke up. I have no idea where Obanai is but he was around here yesterday hunting or that pink haired battle obsessed asshole. He leaves for days at a time especially after I kick his ass."

"Honey, that's rude."

"What's ride is him giving my husband googoo eyes whenever he sees him!," Tengen barked annoyed. "He's got his own wife so he needs to leave Kyojuro alone!"

"Tengen, you know it's not like that! He just likes sparing together is all!" You were held close against Kyojuro's chest in a cuddling hug like it was just a casual thing. You let him not feeling like fighting him. "Besides you very well known that he isn't my type."

"Yeah? Well if he dates to stare at you one more time-!"

"So where's Sanemi?", you interrupted before he could start a long rant about how annoyed he was. 

"AH YES!! HE LEFT TO GO HELP HIS MOTHER!!," Kyojuro announced making you wince at the loud volume right above you. "With six siblings to feed, he left to go help their mother feed them all from the fish migration! But not to worry! He's due back next week after he makes sure his family's taken cared for! You can express your apologies to him then!"

You winced rubbing at your ears. Ouch. You'd never get used to that. "Fish migration?"

He nodded. "Indeed. It happens every time a full moon comes along. The waters shift and the fish are attracted to the tides. It's a good time to go hunt! I'm getting Senjuro some of his favorite bass tomorrow night."

"Oh." You pretended to be surprised by it before quickly changing the topic to avoid any suspicion. "Kyojuro, you told me you had a little brother. What's he like?"

He blinked surprised at you. "You'd like to hear about my family?"

"Sure. I might meet them someday so tell me about them."

He lit up brighter than the sun. "GLADLY!! My mother's name is Ruka and my father is Shinjuro! They live just the next island over!"

Well that was a long time listening to him spout on about his family, but you didn't mind. He looked cute talking about his family and seemed so excited that you thought about wanting to meet them one day. You did mean it a bit. You would like to meet them one day, but under different circumstances. 

You reported your findings back to Kanae. Tengen and his partners were planning on going out hunting, Akaza and Sanemi were going to be gone for a few days, and Giyuu and Obanai were still around but considering they haven't been around yet it's safe to say they'd continue to keep their distance and probably go out hunting too.

Everything was set in motion. However you weren't really expecting something Kanae hadn't mentioned but something she had planned anyways.

"You want all of us to do what?"

You all had just gotten up and most hadn't even fully woken up yet. Mitsuri hadn't even braided her hair yet and Shinobu tiredly blinked like her brain wasn't processing yet what was going on. Kanae however had gotten up bright and early and stood before you all, behind her on and leaning against the table was brooms, mops, and other cleaning supplies taken out from closets and pantries. 

"We're going to deep clean, reorganize, and rearrange everything in the house today?"

....

Everyone stared at her in some tired stare until Koyuki slowly blinked. "Um.. Forgive me if I'm wrong, but I thought you said you were going to initiate the first part of your plan."

She nodded happily. "I am! This is a very important part of it!"

Kanao blinked as her older sister just turned around and shoved a broom into both hers and yours arms and you fumbled to catch it before you could drop it.

"Um..No offense, Kanae, but how is spring cleaning going to help us get back home? Are we supposed to just wipe out way over there?"

"Just trust me please. All of you!" She begged with pleading eyes. "I really thought this all through and I know this will help."

Everyone still stared at her longer until eventually Shinobu sighed. "Alright, Sis. I can't see how but if you think this'll help then we don't have any other choice then to trust you."

Kanae perked right up. "Perfect! Now then here's what I need all of you to do."

For the life of you, you could NOT see how deep cleaning and reorganizing anything and everything in the small house would get you all back home but you went along with it and went to help Mitsuri with the massive pile of laundry. And she did mean MASSIVE!! Kanae had Mitsuri being the one who carried out everything for a reason. She literally threw out every piece of fabric out of the house except for the clothes on your backs whether they were clean or dirty. Clothes, tablecloths, towels, whole pillows and futons, even what little curtains were still inside. Granted the house didn't have a lot of furniture inside to begin with so it would make deep cleaning the entire place a lot easier but still-

But you weren't expecting to be stomping around in a giant outside tub of soapy water with Mitsuri. Even though the house wasn't big with all the clothes Mitsuri suggested you all just throw everything into a giant wooden tub she dragged over from no where and then wash it all together. Sounded good to you. It'd be way faster. So here you both were. Sleeves and dresses rolled up high as you stomped around soapy water in the grassy area. Kicking up and stomping down blankets and washcloths and literally everything else fabric from the house. From the back door you could see Kanao literally wiping down walls...

Yes. That's right. WALLS of all things. And the ceilings as Kanae happily scrubbed down the floors on hands and knees humming a tune too herself only taking time out to turn back around and dunk the scrub brush back into the soapy bucket of water next to her before continuing. From what you knew, she was also having Shinobu wipe out the inside of all the cabinets and pantry as Koyuki was rewashing all the dishes before they put them back into said cabinets when Shinobu was done cleaning them out. 

You didn't know what Kanae was planning involving literally cleaning up the entire house from (literally considering that Kanao was now standing on a chair to reach the ceilings and wiping them down with a damp cloth and a second bucket of soapy water-) top to bottom. The only thing you could think of was possibly making it look like all of you weren't doing anything suspicious?? But you all were acting normal pretty much anyways so why the sudden neat freak level on cleanliness??

"What are you all doing?"

You jumped as a voice asked out and both you and Mitsuri turned to see a..Black and white stripped torso?? You both quickly looked up. There standing a few yards away from you both was Obanai. Ah. So the snake finally bothered showing up. He slowly blinked staring at the both of you as you stood there knees deep in soapy water and laundry. He didn't look angry or annoyed like every other time you've seen him, he looked more confused than anything really the longer he stared.

"We're deep cleaning today!," Mitsuri answered as cheerfully and smiley as ever. At least that was normal. 

"I see that," he commented leaning sideways to look past you both and into the house raising a brow. "Why?"

"Kanae says that it's better for Koyuki's health if she had a cleaner environment," you calmly answered repeating the excuse Kanae told you to repeat if anyone asked. "Right now we're trying to get all this laundry done."

Again Obanai blinked staring at the women working in front of him, tilting his head curiously like a puppy but still not angry. "Oh."

"Well if you don't need anything else, we better get back to work. After this is all done we need to go clean up the fireplace and...and other stuff." 

He continued to watch for another minute watching between the girls inside and back at you (Mitsuri) doing laundry. He didn't look suspicious or anything. He actually looked curious. Guess mers didn't really have to clean their homes if it was underwater so it might've been just a culture difference. Eventually he seemed to get bored enough to go crawl further up the beach and disappear again. 

Huh..I guess in some aspects her plan actually worked.

"Y/n!! Come play with us!"

"Can't! I'm helping to hang up these things."

 It was nearly afternoon now. You and Mitsuri had finished the whole wash and rinse and wrung out parts of the laundry, leaving your entire arms and legs tired and hand begun hanging up the various items up on the low branches of the trees behind the house. With the breeze and sunlight they all should be dry by the end of the day. However a familiar voice called out to you and a familiar pod of merfolk were waiting for you expectantly.

"AAAAWWWW!! CAN YOU PLAY WHEN YOU'RE DONE!?," Suma called back loudly to you looking like a kid who always got told no. 

You shook your head. "Sorry. I promised everyone I'd help them clean today." Before you threw up a blacket over a longer branch smoothing it out. 

"Why? That house is in perfect condition! I should know. I own only the best islands." Ah. And there was the infamous Tengen bragging you were missing.

You rolled your eyes. "Kanae says it'll be better for Koyuki's health if the house was cleaner," you repeated the excuse, "I promised to help so I can't play today. Maybe later."

There was some more whining from Suma and complaining from Tengen about how his house was 'in perfect condition' and didn't need cleaning, but eventually they too went away to let you work. Well you weren't done with your tasks because as soon as you both were finished with the laundry Kanae handed you both sponges and asked you both to start cleaning up the windows because she was too busy deep cleaning the upstairs with Kanao, Shinobu could be heard cussing up a storm cleaning out the fireplace, and Koyuki needed to let her body have a break. Ok. More work for your sore limbs but you trusted Kanae's confusing plan.

You decided to take care of the outside halves while Mitsuri cleaned the insides. There really wasn't many windows, just about four or five so it wouldn't be long before you finished up and could finally rest. However you did spot a familiar black haired man bobbing in the water. Giyuu looked at the house then at you...You shook your head no. And then Giyuu promptly dunked his head back underwater and disappeared once again. Huh. That worked out you guessed. By the time all of the buckets of water were dumped out and you could FINALLY go have a rest inside, it was early evening. And you had to sit on the stairs because the two sisters and Mitsuri were taking all the furniture and counters to wipe them down so you could forget about a chair.

THUD!!

Shinobu cursed loudly from the kitchen area hitting her head on the top of the oven, busying herself by cleaning the inside of it as she was literally the only one small enough to fit inside to clean it out. ..You couldn't help but snicker a little at it.

"DON'T THINK I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!," her voice called back slightly muffled from being inside the stove. "SO HELP ME I'LL STUFF YOU IN HERE MYSELF!!"

"Give me a break, Shinobu. We've all been on our feet all day cleaning up a stupid house." You leaned back against the uncomfortable but very unusually clean stairs. Koyuki blinking and giving you a slightly worried look. "Kanae...Why did you subject us to this torture again? My feet are literally killing me. I scrubbed enough stuff to shave off a layer of skin."

SOMEHOW she was still smiling and happily wiped off a random vase only to place it back on the table she also thoroughly wiped down entirely. Thank the gods this place barely had any furniture. Most of the long cleaning process was just wiping down all the walls and ceiling for some unforseen reasons no sane person would do normally.

"Are you tired?"

"Exhausted!"

"Good! That was the entire idea!"

....Koyuki jumped as your head snapped up with a scowl the same speed as a striking snake. "WHAT?!" You pointed a hand at her. "Are you saying that you had us do this whole circus act just to make us tired?!"

"Yes!," she said still smiling. "Because if we're tired from cleaning all day, we'll have no choice but to go sleep and no one will want to bother us."

"Oh I get it! They'll not want to disturb us and think we're so tired we just fell asleep!," Mitsuri gushed. "You're so smart, Kanae!"

"You couldn't have just told us that beforehand?!"

"Where would the fun in that be?"

"Ok. Now I can definitely see how you and Shinobu are related!"

She only chuckled before gesturing towards the outside. "Why don't all of you help me bring in the laundry while my sister finishes in the kitchen? Everything should be dry by now and we'll be needing our futons for tonight."

Yeah. For the dummies you all were going to stuff under the blankets, in case Obanai got it into his head to peek in the windows or come outside. It'd buy you all a little bit more time and better safe than sorry as they say. And to be fair it was getting to be pretty late. Sunset has just started so soon the moon would rise and the tides would shift. Shift in the direction back home. Hopefully this would work. You hoped it did and yet-

You couldn't help but feel guilty about it. 

Everyone made remarks while gathering up the clothes from the branches fake yawning and saying-

"It's been such a long day. I'm tired."

"Let's all just go to sleep as soon as we're done putting away this laundry."

"Good idea, Kanao. I'm so tired I could hibernate until next winter."

"It's getting late anyways."

Didn't see anyone but you never know who was listening or if Tengen was nearby. Stage One of the plan was completed as soon as you all stepped back into the now unusually clean house. Stage Two involved dragging the futons and blankets back into place and then stuffing pillows, and whatever everyone could find under the sheets to at least look like the shapes of sleeping bodies. Stage Three was more complicated. You all would have to hide until the moon rose a little higher in the sky. And that was when the time to strike would be.

The set slowly set on the horizon allowing his sister the moon to arise and rule the skies in his place with her army of stars. Marching around her like some great guard battalion to protect her glow. The dark night settled all creatures to sleep whether it was the birds or tiny insects. Nothing but the soft breeze rustling through the trees and the sloshing of the lazy waves against the beach could be heard in the silent night.

Until the soft creak of a window slowly opening rang out.

The window creaked as it slowly swung open with a small pale hand pushing it out before quickly retreating back inside. Two lavender eyes peeked out into the deep wilderness darkness in front of her before slowly looking left and then slowly looking right. Disappearing back into the darkness of the house. 

"Psst! It's clear! Let's go!"

A pantry door slowly pushed open with a creak as both yourself and Kanao peered out from your hiding place just as Shinobu was starting to quietly climb out of the window facing away from the beach. A soft thud sound went off as Mitsuri dropped from the rafter she was clinging to and Kanae was already helping Koyuki out from under the table they were both hiding under. So far so good. Stage Three was getting out the window and sneaking to the boat. So far so good.

"Come on!," Shinobu whispered to Kanao gesturing for her to come here. 

You shooed the young girl forward. Helping to boost her up onto the windowsill as her sister grabbed her by the arms and literally dragged her out.

"Quiet now. We don't want to attract attention," Kanae insisted.

Kanao was the second one out being dragged out by her sister. Followed by you sneaking out the same way you did back at the Henya's barn, then Koyuki after all you helped her out carefully (Shinobu kept looking around wildly in case someone showed up), Mitsuri, and then finally Kanae bringing up the rear softly closing the window behind her to erase any evidence of you all exiting. 

The woman's pink eyes glared hard into the darkness surrounding them all. The abyss was dark, easily hiding a large creature in the night. However there was no creature to behold in the woods in front of them. Footsteps lightly made their way just to the edge of the wall protecting them from sight on the beach, peeking around just enough to glance at the silent waves and beach lit up by the moonlight.

The waters were empty.

Pink eyes exchanged looks with lavender eyes who nodded back to her. Pink and green braids swayed as Mitsuri knelt, allowing Koyuki to climb up securely onto her back, her legs tightly held by Mitsuri's arms. It'd be faster if they just had the strongest of them carry her. She took Kanao's hand firmly in her own, tightly so the youngest of them wouldn't fall behind. Casting one last look behind her at the other five women.

"Everyone stay together. Move as quietly as you can and keep up because we have to be quick. There's only a limited amount of time for us to accomplish this, and whatever you do don't make a sound."

Off into the woods you all went. Kanae in the lead, keeping a firm grip on her baby sister and Mitsuri carrying Koyuki like it was nothing right behind you bringing up the rear as the lot of you breached the treeline and began to run on your tiptoes through the woods. Animals sounded off all around you as braches creaked from your group pushing them out of the way, leaves crunched and sticks snapped under your feet, and you prayed that the night creatures would be loud enough to cover up your noises. Far away what sounded like an owl hooted out loudly just as a leafy branch smacked the side of your head. But the sting of that didn't stop you from keeping up with the three sisters in front of you, still running to keep up with their strides. Running and running and running for what felt like forever in the scary night, your heart pumping with each step after the other.

Until the sisters stopped suddenly. 

You ended up ramming into Shinobu's back causing both of you to fall over but thankfully no one else fell but Kanae gave you both a harsh look.

"Shush! We're almost there. It's just up ahead."

You both pushed yourself up off the ground and slowly approached the way Kanae walked. Approaching, approaching, approaching the treeline where the sights of more beach and ocean greeted you all. She stopped just right before the treeline, taking shelter right behind a big tree. Pink eyes narrowed as she scanned hard over the silent waters before poking out furthermore to scan up and down the beaches. Before she sent a nod back towards the lot of you and again you all moved. Now into the open where you could get a good look around the stretch of beach. The sand and nearby woods were littered in more old buildings. Some were collapsed in and gave the spooky impression of a ghost town. A shiver went down your spine at the moment it reminded you of the man destroyed boats back along the beach. Kanae finally released Kanao and rushed over to a certain old buildings side immediately starting to pull planks of wood and tossing them aside. Her smile lighting up the moment her hand yanked back a seaweed disguise. 

"It's still here!"

You watched wide eyed as she revealed the very tip of a lifeboat. All of you descended upon it like desperate trapped animals. Pulling away seaweed and garbage piled on top of it to hide it from view, and flipped the boat on it's side back onto it's bottom with a thud. It was a boat.

IT WAS A REAL GENUINE LIFEBOAT!!

A few oars rattled inside and cracked against one another as you all stared in awe. It was kinda smallish so it'd be a tight fit, but you all could definitely use it to get away from here.

"Well what are we waiting? Grab on."

It was heavier than it looked. The lot of you grunting and trying to keep quiet as you literally dragged it across the sandy beach and into the first few waves sloshing around your ankles. Two of you continuing to push it from behind against the waves and into the water further as everyone began hopping in, grabbing the oars and beginning to paddle against the current further into the ocean until the last of you jumped in and those who didn't have an oar reached over the sides and began using your hands to get you further away from the beach. Stopping when the naturally pull of the current started pulling the boat further and further away from the beach.

"We're going home! We're really going home!"

Kanae gave Mitsuri a look that said to quiet down. "Yes but we're not there yet. There's still a long way to go before we can be home free." She carefully placed the oar beside her as she looked out into the waters. "For now everyone keep quiet and keep your eyes and ears open."

She had a point. None of you were home free yet. It'd take hours to really get back to land so there was nothing else you all could do but sit there and wait as the tides pulled the boat farther out of the Islands view and into the night. The waters were calm and beautiful like the night stars as you all floated along the currents. It was oddly peaceful and you had a hard time keeping your eyes open eventually giving in to the calls from sandman and allowing yourself to fall fast asleep. 

"LAND!! I SEE HOME!! Y/N!! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!!"

You snorted being jostled awake by someone shaking your shoulders harshly. "WHAT?! WHAT?! I'M UP!"

Mitsuri grabbed your cheeks squishing them together before pushing your head to the side. "LOOK!!" 

You didn't process what everyone else around you was cheering about. Your eyes blinked in the darkness as your mind slowly processed what you were seeing... Slowly f/c eyes widened upon realization. Your eyes adjusting to the moonlight and darkness and seeing the approaching sight of-

"LAND!! IT WORKED! IT WORKED!! IT REALLY WORKED!!"

"Home? HOME! WE'RE HOME!!" Your voice shrieked out shaking yourself from Mitsuri's grip.

"Well don't just sit there! Everyone row!"

Like the eager land starved animals you all were, you obeyed Shinobu's orders. Oars slapped against waves and kicked up water as they were used to pushed you all further towards the nearest spot of land which was a line of flat rocks that lead to the shoreline. You could just hop on that and walk across from there easily. You were one of the ones who didn't have an oar but desperately used your hands to push yourself every further.

Hopes were high the closer and closer you all came.

You didn't notice the white mass fast approaching.

Your boat was about to collide with the rocks.

No one noticed the hands rising up to grab the boat.

Koyuki was the closest one. Crying happily being the longest gone and now finally being the first one to touch freedom after so long.

Until the boat lurched to a stop just a yard out of reach.

Everyone was lurched forward a moment gasping or yelling out at the sudden stop. Kanao nearly falling overboard into the water. What the heck was THAT?! Did you all hit a rock or something?! Heads peered over the sides but it was too dark. No one could see anything under the water. 

"What the actual fuck do you all think you're doing out here by yourselves?!

Everyone whipped around wide eyed at the raged filled voice and even more at the death glare that wine red eyes gave you all.

"T-Tengen?!"

[bbgliker-teehee]

This might sound like an unpopular opinion of mine but... Is it just me or is Fizzarolli becoming an annoying character to me now. Like before season 2, I used to like him and I found the conflict between Blitzo and him really interesting and I wanted to learn more about it despite me not liking the show at the time (I mean I still do, but you know what I mean)

But when season 2 came along, I was left with a sour mouth when it comes to Fizz, and his conflict with Blitzo. Fizzarolli became from what season 1 gave us, he gained the most success and he felt proud of it, didn't care of the others feelings when insulting them, and was basically an asshole that rubs the success and Blitzos face and was the first one to genuinely get on Blitzos nerves (even have implications of Blitzo being jealous towards Fizz because he hoggled the spotlight more than him) but when season 2 came along, he just now resorted to being a huge scared puppy that shakes in his boots when someone insults him/threatens him. Like what happened to season 1 Fizz? What happened to the overly cocky and sassy asshole of a gremlin he was, can we bring that one and Season 1 Asmodeus back please?

And his conflict with blitzo and how it was executed, OH BOY. He gave him the most guilt-tripping ass apology, downplayed his disability just because HE REALLY MISSES MOM SO MUUCH, FEEL BAD FOR HIM HE'S JUST A MISUNDERSTOOD LIL BABY DEMON, like fuck off man. That episode didn't make me feel bad for the guy, it made me hate him even more.

And when in the end when they reconciled and shit, I was over here asking "Why bother building this rivalry up, when you're jist make them reconcile faster than the flash himself then?" Like, they should've just enemies imho, because that was more interesting than them being friends again.

I'm suprised that noone even brought this up too, but... This one piece of dialogue of Mammons shitty special I had to restrain myself from yelling at my screen. My god did I wanted to choke him to death when he says this:

OKAAAY, so not only did Blitzo give a guilt-tripping ass apology ever and they became friends again because of that shitty apology, instead of him comforting Fizz in this very moment, he resorts to saying THIS to Fizz when it's clearly shown that Fizz does not feel okay right now and looked he needed some comforting, and then Blitzo going back to square one and bullying someone when they're not feeling in the mood for it. Yeah good friend Blitzo, am i right? Fuck you Blitzo, genuinely like go die in a hole along with Loona & Stolas....

I'll probably be the only to say that BlitzFizz sucks, not a big fan of it because it felt like they just made Blitzo have a crush on Fizz to make him more sympathetic, yet they should've made them more like brotherly type of dynamic, to me that is idk about you.

Sorry for this essay like ask btw, just really wanted to get this out of my chest somehow. God watching these characters exist is hard man...

SAMMMEEEEE like- I think Fizz was a cool character, but since we can't have anything nice...Viv made him 'baby uwu'...

And Blitz whole ass apology was literally:

"Hey, I know you lost your legs and arms and you got all deformed and shit...BUT MY MOMMY DIED SO PWEASE FORGIVE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!"

And yeah...I want my super swag sigma Ozzie who gets bitches back...not this loser beta dripless Ozzie that gets 0 bitches....

[a-bucket-of-trash]

Bonds Like Tree’s Roots- Kelvin x Female Reader – P1

Prompt: A warm reunion of two ex soldiers can be the start of something else.

Tags: Fluff af because I love fluffy Kelvin uwu

A long jaded yawn crossed your body while you stretched your muscles long, in that boring noon. It was the least active time in the city, not to mention there, in that average library where you were temporarily working with your cousin. You were extremely bored, there had been no customers in hours and you had already put all the books in their place, so there was little else to do, other than perhaps reading to kill time, again.

You lazily rubbed the back of your neck, looking at the books on that particular shelf, in the foolish hope that something would catch your eye. You liked to read, but not enough to run to find a specific one, so your eyes wandered over the back of the books, while you absently hummed the instrumental version of The Sound Of Silence that was playing softly in the background. It was a library, slow instrumental tunes were the only kind of music they played, and while it was nice, it bored you sometimes.

A soft “Excuse me” sounded behind you, so you turned, looking for a moment at this man standing nearby, wearing a black leather jacket, in tune with a motorcycle outfit, black pants with pockets on the sides, military tone boots. It took you a couple of seconds to register his face, the brown hair, that pair of smiling brown eyes, before taking a short, surprised breath and saying a happy “Kelviiiiiiiin!” so hard that it made your cousin smile from the desk in the hall.

You immediately shortened the little space that was left, to hug him tightly, your arms chained around his neck, listening to him give a laughing "Hello", hugging you.

You almost couldn't believe you were looking at Kelvin, not after all. That soldier who had been seriously injured, deaf and mute, by your side, during those months of extreme survival on that dangerous secret island. The one who had sat next to you when you had been rescued after several months stranded. The one you could barely see again in the hospital, while he was recovering from his injuries. The one you lost track of when you lay off the service as a soldier, since you were from a different platoon and district than his. The one you hadn't seen since then, almost a year ago, and whom you thought you'd never see again.

You squeezed him even harder. The affection you had taken for that man, on the island, had been monumental, and you were completely sure that nothing had changed on your side. You still remembered, embarrassed, how at the time you had suggested to him to become "closer", being that you both were alone on an island, and how he, somewhat uncomfortable, had written you a "I'm sorry. Engaged” that left you internally ridiculed to even now.

You had remained very good friends, companions and mutual guardians, you had put your life in his hands, just as he had done with you, until life itself had separated you. But there he was, after so many months.

You released him gently, to see him better, still absurdly close to him, touching his shoulders. It would have been weird, unless he had never refused your physical closeness, neither before nor after your mini confession. You two had gotten used to it, and he was, secretly, a hard cuddly.

"God... Look at you, Mr. Style" You laughed, patting his chest "Jeez... So long... What the hell are you doing here?" You looked at his kind eyes and his beard from a couple of days.

"What? Can't I visit whom I owe my life to?” He smiled, patting your side.

"Sounds like I'm your mother." You laughed.

"With what you took care of me when I was half dead... almost" He shook his head softly, looking you up and down "You haven't changed a thing"

"You do" You looked at him better "I almost didn't recognize you... What the hell?"

"What are you taking about?" He frowned. "I look the same."

"Visually, yes... But I'm talking about..." You pointed randomly "I don't know, your presence, your way of speaking..."

"Maybe what you're noticing is that I don't have intracranial hemorrhage, total hearing loss, and a verbal difficulty," He admitted. "I'm basically the same as before the accident, silly... But I understand you, you got to know me better when I was half brainless, it's normal."

“Right…” You gently cupped his cheeks, as you used to do when you wanted to check his head back on the island, looking at him with a concerned air “How are you? Have you healed well? Tell me you don't have serious sequelae"

“I'm fine, calm down” He smiled, touched by your constant concern “I can't hear high-pitched sounds well, I have frequent migraines, PTSD, and I developed a strange taste for boiled eggs, but nothing serious. I am medicated, very medicated"

"Thank God." You sighed, relieved. "Are you still on duty?"

"No way. Even though they hadn't let me continue, they gave me medical sick leave."

You were going to speak, but your cousin's voice crossed the library, shouting a "Do me a favor and talk somewhere else, this is not a bar!"

You gently covered Kelvin's ears with your hands, so as not to strain his ears with loud sounds, and raised your voice to answer him with "It's work time!"

"Sure! Because, as you can see, there are a lot of customers!” Your cousin laughed "Get out of here, I'll see you tomorrow!"

"Thank you! I'll tell you later!" You let go of your partner's head and looked at him “Do you have time for a coffee or do you have to go now?

"I have time, don't worry" He hesitated for a moment "If it can be in a quiet place, better... The crowds now make me a little anxious"

"Mmmm" You thought, walking through the shelves to where your backpack of things was, turning slightly to see him while you put it on "We won't find it quieter than in my house"

"Sounds good to me" He nodded, taking a pair of fabulous aviator-style sunglasses from his pocket, putting them on "I'll take you"

You smiled slightly, he looked seductively cool, with much more style than you used to see in that area. You said a quick goodbye to your cousin, who followed Kelvin with his eyes, sure that he would later ask you questions about your friend, and you left the library, with him following close behind.

You saw him go ahead and approach a good-sized black motorcycle that was parked on the sidewalk, and as soon as you got closer, he put his black military-style helmet directly on your head.

“Is it too tight or too loose?” He asked, checking your head, seeing your “ok” sign.

Kelvin got on his motorcycle, with great agility, starting the engine, which purred like a giant cat, looking at you and gesturing for you to get on.

Smiling to yourself, you climbed behind. It wasn't the first time you'd been on one of those machines, on the contrary, when you were young you were the first to get on whatever had two wheels, and in your years in service, you did everything possible to get into a motorized squad. You loved motorcycles, you had always dreamed of having one for yourself and spending a whole month just on the road, seeing the landscapes on top of an iron horse.

But now it was also Kelvin who would be driving. You were going to hold on to his waist as if you were terrified of life, just to feel him a little.

"You're going to have to tell me where and when to turn" He mentioned, looking at you out of the corner of his eye as he felt your arms hold him tightly, which made him believe that you didn't feel safe getting on one of those "Lord... I'm sorry, are you too scared to go back there? Would you rather we walk?"

"Noooo" You laughed, looking at him "I love motorcycles, I'm just being a little clingy, sorry"

"Ah" He laughed "Would you rather go fast or enjoy the engine?"

“I have no interest in breaking my neck under a truck, I prefer to go slow and enjoy the ride”

"That's my girl" He smiled, looking straight ahead again and pulling away.

Your face turned various shades of red as you felt yourself move. Still, you enjoyed the ride, a soft purr through the city streets, holding onto Kelvin's firm body, feeling his warmth slowly intoxicating you.

P2

[rosethreeart]

SOMEONE wanted all 50 asks for romerica and who am I to deny them UwU

this is for you bestie

1. Describe their first date.

They met in the roaring 20s so probably a speakeasy or a silent movie!

2. Who wakes up early/Who sleeps in late?

Abby wakes up early and Romano could probably sleep past noon and take a nap right after

3. What was their first impression of each other?

Abby: what a charming young man

Romano: HOTTIE!!!

4. Who initiates affection? Why does the other not initiate affection as much?

They’re constantly touching its ridiculous

5. Do they argue often? If so, what do they argue about?

They bicker like an old married couple but it’s always a joke they hardly ever actually argue. Usually it’s about one of their bad habits; Abby overworking and Romano being a bit of a slob

6. How do they make up/apologize after an argument?

Romano adores make up sex like best way to apologize to him lmao. For Abby you need to show you corrected your behavior or are in the acts of correcting it.

7. How often do they say “I love you”?

Very!

8. What do they love most about the other? Why?

Abigail loves how laidback and charming he is. He’s humble, passionate, and always finds a way to see the beauty in something.

Romano loves how smart and dedicated and sweet she is. She has an unwavering sense of kindness and is always willing to try new things!

9. What do they dislike most about the other? Why?

They both dislike how insecure the other is. Sometimes Abby can be way too work oriented and Lorenzo a little too laid back which might make them butt heads a little.

10. Do they share any hobbies or interests? How do these things bring them together?

Cooking, music, and theater!

11. How do they feel about nicknames/pet names? If they like them, what pet names do they use? If they hate them, why do they feel that way?

They’re disgusting with how mushy they are. Romano: hot-shot, babe, tiger, hun/honey, sugar, sweetheart

Abigail: bella, bambina, Caramella, amore, my love, my darling, my everything

12. Do they have a difficult time when separated from each other, or are they fairly independent?

They mope for at least three days straight before slowly going back to being a person lmao. Romano WILL count down to the second to when he could see her again

13. How do they keep in contact when they’re apart? Do they write letters, talk on the phone, or simply wait out the time?

The wrote letters and sometimes still do, and dedicate at least one day a week for talking on the phone

14. Do they enjoy PDA, or are they more private with affection?

Overtly

15. What songs remind you of their relationship?

Really any Dean Martin song lmao also Absolutely Smitten by Doddie

16. Would they ever get matching tattoos? If yes, what would these look like?

No 💀

17. How well do they communicate? Are they open with their feelings/thoughts or more reserved? Why?

They communicate pretty well; nether enjoy beating around the bush. They’ve learned to be very open with each other early on in their relationship as it was the only way Abby would actually even consider viewing him as a friend(she has abandonment issues)

18. How do they care for each other when one of them is wounded/sick?

They’re by the others side the whole time

19. Do they wear each other’s clothes/jewelry?

Abigail is a serial clothes thief. Romano is constantly gifting her jewelry.

20. How do they comfort each other when one of them is upset? Is this method of comfort effective?

Hugs and cuddles are very effective <3

21. Do they enjoy domestic life?

God they crave nothing but it. They constantly talk and think about the lives they would live if they were human

22. Are they comfortable joking around with each other and being silly/playful?

Goofy goobers both of them

23. What are the defining characteristics of their relationship?

Trust, dedication, affection, and understanding

24. How do their personalities affect their relationship? Do their characteristics compliment each other, or clash often?

They compliment each other and balance each other out although it causes them to clash on the rare occasion

25. Do they share a room/house? If so, what does it look like and how does it compliment their personalities?

They have their own separate houses that the other vists

26. What sacrifices do they make for the other?

Abigail has to sacrifice her work time but that’s better for her in the long run so she can’t really complain

Romano had to put down the walls he’s built and that knee jerk defense reaction; once again better for him in the long run

27. How do they say “I love you” non-verbally?

Kisses on the hand/forehead, doing things for the other like cleaning and cooking, hugs, and holding each other

28. Who’s the better chef? Do they cook for the other?

Romano!

29. Describe their nighttime routine.

Romano gets in bed first but is usually last to fall asleep; he’s just chilling in there. They’ll usually talk about their day and cuddle till they sleep

(not counting sex lmao)

30. What are their respective love languages? Do their love languages work well together?

Abigail is very much a time spent and verbal love language and Romano is a gift/ task and verbal love language.

I’d say so

31. Do they often go out on dates? What are these like?

Very at least once a week usually out for dinner or a show or movie

32. Do either of them drink? If so, who’s the lightweight, and how does their partner care for them?

Romano had like one glass of wine with dinner and that’s it when he’s with her. She doesn’t like alcohol or men drinking/being drunk so he limits it.

33. How do they flirt? Who’s the worse flirt?

Abigail can’t flirt to save her life but she tried and it’s cute so task failed successfully. Have you SEEN Romano?? There’s a reason he keeps winning those polls 😂

34. Do they have any inside jokes?

MANY

35. Is their relationship a secret? If so, why?

Yeah, they’re both private people and think other nations are nosey. Abigail also gets worried about how other nations views of her might reflect onto him.

36. How do they feel about having kids? Are they in agreement?

They would want them so badly 😭

37. Who’s more emotionally sensitive/cries more often?

Romano cries more often but I think Abigail is more sensitive but doesn’t show it.

38. Who’s got a quicker temper?

Romano

39. When and how did they admit that they loved each other? If they haven’t yet, why?

I could write a fucking essay on their relationship and everything that built up to it. There’s no real “exact” confession they just kinda slowly morph into being together. First time he said that he loved her was before he went to go fight for the resistance/Allies in WW2

40. Do they have any regrets in their relationship?

Not saying anything sooner I think

41. What would they do if they lost the other?

Neither would be able to cope lmao

42. What’s their relationship like with each other’s friends/families?

Romano: constantly five seconds from punching her family.

Abigail: a bit jealous of how close he is to spain and Belgium but they treat him well so she’s happy; makes her feel a bit lonely tho

43. If they picked out outfits for each other, what would they look like?

Romano: would pick something nice and classy, a form fitting dress with jewelry that complements her perfectly

Abigail: do you think she would have the sense of fashion let alone be allowed to ? 😂💀

44. Do they cuddle often? Why or why not?

They’re never NOT touching.

45. How do they support each other? How do they rely on each others support?

They give the other reassurance and a shoulder to lean/cry on. They take care of the other even if it’s something simple like brushing/combing their hair or feeding them

46. Do they consider their relationship casual or serious? Is the answer different depending on who you ask? Why?

Serious

47. Do they sleep beside each other? Why or why not?

Spooning all the time

48. Do they talk about their future together? Why or why not?

YES!! Mainly about how they would want things to be. They just want to be happy together

49. Do they keep secrets from each other?

No? Do surprises count? Those are the only “secrets” really.

50. Would they ever break up? If so, why? Who would handle the breakup better?

No they’re stuck with each other now; you’d have to kill them before you get them off each other

[papirouge]

It’s kinda hard to separate the Israel Palestine conflict from religion at this point as an exmuslim. Every muslim man I knew is violently pro Palestine and would allow you to protest for them until they’re in power then they want sharia law

Asking for a ceasefire and stop killing civilians ≠ defending islam though. If you know my blog you'd know I'm myself very critical of Islam (which condone pedophilia, female oppression, racism/Arab supremacism and violence) but calling the war crimes of Israel has nothing to do with defending islam. Especially when Christians are also victims of this war. Ask yourself why Christian Palestinians go as far as ally with Muslims in their opposition to Israel oppression (something that Israel is extremely uncomfortable with btw).

I refuse to take seriously anyone fearmongering Christians around how Islam is a threat to Christianism when Judaism is as much anti Christian if not worse (the Quran has yet to say the same awful thing about Jesus and Mary as the Talmud does). The only thing stopping religious Jews from representing a threat to Christians is their low number. The last time Jews had the demographic superiority that gave them the opportunity to oppress Christians they took it : they conspirated & lobbied to the roman government to kill Jesus. Jews killed Jesus, not Muslims. History doesn't lie. That's why I I can't help but roll my eyes BIG TIMES whenever the Israeli government tries to paint itself as this Christian ally uwu like- guys, start to repent for what you did to the Messiah and then maaaaybe we'll take seriously your lame attempts at catering to us. For now, you are still as much enemies in Christ (for rejecting as the Messiah) as Muslims or heathens.

I also find funny how this "association by the cause you fight for" only seems to work one way. Zionists have been spouting the vilest racist, anti Black (look up their treatment of falasha and Ethiopian jews they consider so racially inferior they refuse to see them breeding especially with "racially pure" Jews), Jewish racial supremacism nonsense, and yet I hardly see people like you associate every pro Israel as a racist just because they happen to side with them 🤔

"Arabs/Palestinians are anti Black!!" .... so are Zionists/religious Jews lmao Israel is literally an ETHNOSTATE!! What's your point?? I'm a Black person, every country has a derogatory word against us, of course we know the world hates us - still not a reason to turn a blind eye to them behind genocided¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ maybe that's a groundbreaking statement but noone deserves to be killed for being a piece of trash . I'm Christian, the staple of our religion is that everyone can be redeemed.

I oppose this war like I oppose every other war on this planet. It really ain't that complicated. The reason we go off like this is because the gaslighting and victim blaming of Israel is just insufferable. The "they started it first on October 7!!" narrative is dishonest (the occupation/blocus of Gaza started waaay before October 7 and Palestianian resistance didn't come out of a vacuum) and does not justify bombing CIVILIANS. Ukraine has been attacked first too and still didn't use it as a pass to bomb Russian cities with plentiful of civilians just because Russia started first 🤪 because this is a war crime. IDK why it's so hard to understand. Like many people said, Israel is the only country who can attack and bomb 3 countries in the same times while claiming victomhood....sorry but this shit is insufferable lmao Maybe they would be less annoying if they assumed their villainess like the USA or Russia lol

[dandeli0nhands12]

hey bbg (tartaglia x draco malfoy fanfic)

hey bbg said childe to this MyStErIoUs blond dude on the street 'my father will hear about this 😡' said the hot little pookie 'lets go bang 😘' said tar tar taglia lover of snezhnayan queen there was a cat that really was gone 'oh-ok uwuwu' said the little blond poot then they went to childes cave and banged against the walls 'uwuwuw' said draco when they finished 'that was so yummy childe senpai 😍 i wub u' then childe shoved his big af cock up mr. malfoys ah and they fucked again uwuw 'childe?? u betrayed me senpai' said zhongli staring in horROR from the doorway 'no no its not what it looks like geo daddy' WHAT?? said draco i uwu thought u uwu wubbed me uwuwuwu 'his tears turned to blood and he stabbed childe in deez nuts, runnign away to fuck harry pottah

'NO!!! uwuwu childe!' shouted geo daddy as he made his wsay to childes almost dead body 'jk bro idgaf lemme snap this' bc geo daddys not a geo daddy hes a f boy' HeheShHEIHsWU *f boy laugh 'bro u look so goofy when ur dying omgzies my bitch snapped me bacckkk take a photo with me' but childe just coughed up blood and ruined the photo 'no omg u suck deez nuts we. are. OVER.' said zhongli geo daddy f boy tartag simp but as he was walking out of the cave childe grabbed him by the angle 'ew what do u have an ankle fetish omg lemme snap that thats so poggers poggalishis poggerific lmao (pronounced luhmao) 'geo daddy f boy tartag simp pls f me in our last moments together' said childe as blood poured from his stab wound 'ok goofy ah ur so zesty like lolzers #relatable #queen #imjustlikethat s go daddy f boy stuck his cock in childes stab wound bc he thought it was tartag's ass 💃🏻 then tar tar taglia snezhnaya's greatest love machine dyed

draco showed up a week later for the goofy ah funeral noone was there except for f boy zhongli and chidles little bro teucer 'omgzies is that lumine by bestie #bestiegoals said zhongli 'yea omgzies im NEW here so like teach me all the goofy stuff that happends at funerals' 'oh~~~~~~ said draco seductivly stepping in the way of zhongli who went to hug the blonde bitch "a-are you the new girl?? heh. I thought so. i've never seen u before. konnichiwa, i'm david kun, so nice to finally meet you. u look just like my waifu HEh hEH Heh anywass so sorry about those JErks in class theyre all bakah and they only want one thing... not me tho. i jst wanna watch my fav anime jjk and read maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanga. a-anywas, i-i think ur really kawaii desu ne-' then teucer killed draco and put his body in childes coffin so they could get real freaky together in hell .

the end

[fairyofjaeyun]

l m h ➳ oh, canada ☾

[23:14] now playing: uwu - doja cat

[warning] mommy kink, spanking, brief somnophilia (doing sexual acts to someone who is sleeping), fingering (m receiving), thigh riding (m), pegging, punishment, overstimulation, boyfriend au (ft. jaehyun)

2nd person // 2.6k words

[a/n] here’s some fluffy sub!mark smut for you all because fluffy sub!mark smut is top tier

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"babe." you shook him gently, not wanting to startle him. no reaction. "baby boy." just a small groan and brief shuffling, but his lids still remained closed. despite the nearly noon sunshine pouring onto his face, making his skin glow and twinkle beneath its warm rays.

you shook your head, smiling. you were left no choice. you stretched your arm beneath the covers to cup his limp dick. that caused some movement and another cute groan, louder than the last. you rubbed your pointer finger along the base, feeling it throb ever so slightly, making his eyes flutter wide open. "m-mommy?"

you chuckle and pat his head, moving his tangled hair from his eyes. "hey, sleeping beauty." you chuckled again because if you really looked, he did resemble the poor princess with his blonde hair. he leaned into your touch with a hushed sigh of contentment, the smallest bead of precum staining his briefs. "time to get up, we have a lot to do today."

"hm?" he looked at you through half lidded eyes, confused. you kept rubbing his shaft as you explained the days schedule, "I have to return those jeans and then buy a present for y/f/n, remember?" you poked his puffy cheek as his eyes gradually closed again. "and you're on grocery duty." a soft snore is your answer, not that he was paying attention anyway.

you squeezed his balls gently, only enough for his eyes to pop back open again. "come on, mark." you said more sternly, slowing jerking him off. "a-ah!" he moans, getting more aroused. he props himself onto his elbows as his eyes adjusted. "you up now, mark?" he nods in such a pretty manner, releasing the tiniest noise coming from his throat.

"alright, then get ready." you start heading towards the door, pondering over what makeup look you should try today, when mark stopped you. "wait! you're not gonna finish?" a pout rested on his face. you tapped your chin, looking up at the cheap paint job on your ceiling. "no, I don't think I will." you smirked and closed the door at his groggy expression, hearing an exaggerated sigh once it was shut.

mark was still rubbing his eyes when he stumbled down the stairs, tripping on a step and playing it off with a cute giggle. "how can you still be tired?" you shook your head and then fixed your jean pockets, before throwing him a mini juice box. "we'll get something to eat at the mall, I'll pay."

"Oii~" he exclaims while ripping out the straw from the juice box, and you shake your head at his signature noise. "canadians."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

the first task was complete. you had successfully exchanged your too small jeans and are now looking for the perfect gift for your friend's birthday. usually stuff like this was easy, but somehow you were stumped. you and mark both zigzagged throughout the mall with no luck.

nothing had obtained your interest and mark was getting crabby. "I'm starving~" he whined, dramatically, and dragged his feet, his shoes making a horrible squeaking sound that made you cringe. you checked your phone—you'd been running around for about 2 hours, so mark's complaint was understandable. "okay, come on." you groaned playfully then grabbed his hand, and he instantly intertwined his fingers with yours, an adorable smile on his face.

once you've reached the food court, you felt your stomach rumble. the combined scents of the restaurants nearby—a sushi bar on your right, an italian diner to your left—was heavenly. you had no shame in moaning from the beautiful aroma as your mouth salivated, not thinking of the consequences.

you felt your boyfriend's palms begin to sweat as he adjusts his maple leaf cap. the glance you gave him was way too quick for you to acknowledge the redness of his baby cheeks. "where do you want to eat, babe?" he shrugged his shoulders, even though you couldn't see. "anywhere is fine. I'll always follow your lead." it was completely innocent, but your mind was in need of a detox a long time ago, and you couldn't help feeling tingly.

you sucked in a good breath and said, "alright, seafood it is." and just like he promised, mark followed you into red lobster. the smiling hostess, who looked just as dead inside as lindsay lohan, lead you both to a more secluded booth towards the back corner of the restaurant, handing you your menus and basically grumbled, "enjoy." which made mark chuckle. "wow. that's like me without watermelon."

you roll your eyes, jokingly, and skimmed through the menu. shortly, a tall, dimpled man with deep brown hair stops by your table with a pen and paper in hand. "hi, I'm jaehyun. I'll be your waiter today. can I start you off with drinks?" jaehyun took both your orders with a smile and came back shortly with beverages and biscuits, and mark stuffed his face like he's never seen a crumb in his life.

he barely made it through half of his main dish before groaning and grabbing his belly. "I think I'm pregnant." he looks down at his tummy and rubs it, giggling like he's drunk. "tell that to the waiter, maybe he'll give us a discount." you say sarcastically and mark bursts into laughter, clapping his hands like a seal. you covered your mouth so your shrimp wouldn't fly out. "no more biscuits for you."

his eyes and mouth go wide like a strange emoticon, with a glint of mischief. "are you punishing me?" it was your turn to have big eyes. this wasn't as innocent as his last comment, now he was purposely trying to stir you up. which was so unnatural because he's typically shy about his sex life and likes to keep it private.

you couldn't even get a word in because jaehyun popped out of nowhere with your credit card and a to-go box for mark's massacred lobster. "here you go." jaehyun hands mark his box and he gives him the cutest little thanks. then, jaehyun chuckles lowly, his dimples coming back for sunlight. "I know it's none of my business but," he puts his hands up in defense, making you and mark to stare, cluelessly, wondering where this was going.

the waiter glances between the two of you, his dimples somehow getting even more prominent. "it looks like she really cares for you." he smiles at mark while sliding back your card, and you couldn't help curling your lips, touched by jaehyun's comment.

but mark had to ruin it all, looking you dead in the eye before speaking, "yeah, she's like a mommy to me." you opened your mouth to gasp, but instead it came out as a weird squeak. his sudden boldness had rendered you speechless as he giggled knowingly.

jaehyun did that low laugh again and nudged mark's shoulder. "guess you make her scream a lot?" he joked, trying to initiate some sort of bro moment that painfully backfired. "actually, she makes me scream." mark was forced to laugh awkwardly at the silence that came from both of you, his face beaming another red shade. "have a nice day." jaehyun said so quickly—it took a couple seconds to comprehend—and then bounced with a petrified face.

mark tried again to giggle it off, but stopped when your face had gone from shocked to somewhat furious. "I-I'm sorry I..." he stammered an apology as you stood up and draped your coat around your shoulders. "let's go." he shut his mouth and trailed behind you, forgetting about his lobster.

the ride home was short but felt like an eternity. mark already knew what was coming to him and knew better than to try and wriggle himself out of it. his droopy puppy eyes and pouty lips will get him nowhere today. but, no matter how hard he tries to hide his excitement down there, it never goes unseen. and once you've pulled into the driveway of your shared home, his arousal couldn't be contained.

"don't be too hard on me, mommy." mark said once the door had shut out the rest of the world. you know how sensitive he is, so you weren't planning to go classic dominatrix, anyway. however, this was going to be more than a simple spank on the butt or a denial of his orgasm. "go upstairs and strip for me. then wait for me in front of the bed on your knees with your clothes folded in front of you." his eyes squint at your new request, parting his lips momentarily before just saying, "yes, mommy." knowing he shouldn't backtalk.

you gave him about two minutes to fulfill your request, tidying a few things here and there, before climbing up the stairwell into your bedroom. where mark kneeled naked with his shaky hands covering his junk, his outfit folded in front of him just like you asked, with his hat being the cherry on top. "good boy." you pat his fluffy hair before sinking down to his level. "why couldn't you be good while we were out?" you smirked, hinting that you weren't really mad, but his glassy eyes still shifted. "I'm sorry, mommy."

he did look sorry. his baby face almost persuaded you too drop everything and call it a day. but you didn't want him to believe he could get away with going against your rules. "hands and knees on the bed for me, please." you caressed his cheek, lovingly. he obeyed and you scooped up his clothes and put them away in the closet, fetching your play box while you're there. picking out your most used items.

once you're behind him, you couldn't help but drink the sight of his slim figure arching sinfully for you. he was freshly groomed, not a hair in sight, and his cute cock already made a tiny puddle on the sheets as he waited patiently for your next move. he sucks in a deep breath once he felt your pointer finger glide along the crevice of his ass, his hips searching for more. "stay," you said, firmly, and he stopped instantly, clutching the sheets just a tad tighter.

you enter him slowly, feeling the muscle tense around you as you explored his walls. a little baby whimper already begging you for more as mark struggles to keep himself from grinding into your finger. you place a random slap to his ass, making him jump and give you an opportunity to place a second finger inside.

he gasps from the stretch, and the cold liquid that you squeezed onto your fingers, a few drops flying onto mark's lower back. a lewd squelching noise making its way throughout the room as you jammed your fingers inside of him. "m-mommy!" he cries when you discover the walnut shaped gland, burying his face in the pillow. "oh, fuck!" he fights the urge to touch himself.

you spank his ass a few times, watching him jolt with each hit. each lewd sound being muffled by his self-designated support pillow. "m-mommy... c-can I...?" he trails off, a rich groan cutting in. "can you what, babe?" you stop your movements, leaning over his slim body to see his flushed face already covered by his golden hair. "you want to cum don't you?" you answer for him, massaging his outer rim tenderly.

mark nodded his head readily, responding with a flimsy whimper and those starry, ingenuous eyes flickering towards you. "alright then," you take a seat next him, and seeing his vulnerable position in a different angle fueled your arousal. he peeked over his pillow, his puppy eyes landing on your hands patting your thigh smoothly. "come ride your mommy's thighs."

you can automatically notice the perfect bashful shade creep onto the tip of his ears as your grin could no longer be restrained. "seriously?" he squeaks, jumping from octave to octave, to which you nod. he takes a second to glare at your jean-clad thighs before lifting himself and resting himself in between your leg. you let him adjust before pulling him down for a quick kiss, tasting the savory seasoning that still lingered in his tongue.

with your hands grabbing hold of his narrow hips, you guided him to softly grind his naked cock. he inhaled steadily before repeating his earlier movements, letting out a breathy moan. you hum in approval as he picked up his pace, tightening your grip. "feel good?" you wonder, since he'd never tried this before. "mmhmm!" he whines endearingly before throwing his head back. "it feels amazing."

you let your hands wander down to his ass, groping the flesh before giving it a harsh slap, encouraging him to go faster. mark starts panting as he gets closer to orgasm, wrapping his dainty figure around your shoulders as continued to toy with him. to test his limits, you slipped two fingers inside him and the girlish moan that trembled past his lips was divine. "I-I'm gonna c-cum." he stutters, twisting his hips for the most amount of pleasure. "cum, baby boy." you said, and instantly a silky puddle seeped through your jeans.

slowing his tempo, he buries his face into the crook of your neck, giving it sweet, baby pecks. "what do you say?" you queried, removing your middle and ring finger from his entrance. he gasps from realization, sitting back on his heels to glance at you. "I'm sorry! thank you, mommy." you tsk and shake your head, "that's two rules you've broken. get back to your original position."

without another word, you fetch the strap that you'd tossed beside the bed earlier and slip yourself into it, making sure it's nice and fitted. just as he was ordered, mark arched his back in the same position, seeing the toy out of his peripheral. tongue-in-cheek, he anticipated your cock to stretch his walls with lube dripping down the inner parts of his legs.

to tease, you lightly tap the tip on his hole, admiring the way it clenched. "please~" he begged, softly, slightly swaying his hips. you held them still before informing, "if you make any noise, you won't cum. understand?" mark clears his throat swiftly, "yes, mommy. I understand."

after adding another generous amount of lube, you slowly slip past his entrance, allowing him to prepare for your strokes. he's already nibbling on the inside of his cheeks to contain any sinful noises that will confiscate his orgasm, tightly clutching the sheets. and when you finally snap your hips forward, his eyes shut, barely catching the tiny moan in his throat.

you, on the other hand, showed your arousal shamelessly. "your asshole's so sexy—swallows my cock so well." you murmured, marveling at the cock disappearing inside him with ease. "you may speak now." instantly, he cried out, "thank you, mommy! you feel so good!" his outburst encouraged you to pick up your pace, slamming into him. he drags out a long moan, tears collecting in the corner of his eyes. "f-fuck, mommy, I-I'm going to—" you silenced him by shoving his head into the pillow. "hush, baby."

shutting his lips, his breathe hitched, his dick starting to pulse. he bit the sensitive flesh of his bottom lip as his release ripples through his body. suddenly, he released a huge exhale as cum spews out of his tip, dripping down his shaft, eventually creating a mess in the sheets.

"you okay, baby boy?" you ask with a much more empathetic tone, delicately scrapping your nails down his back. he fully collapsed himself. "yeah," he turns his head towards you, the ends of his yellowish hair dampened with sweat. "I'm okay." he assures, his beloved smile making his eyes crinkle. "too bad our waiter wasn't here to see this."

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[down-in-devildom]

Hello! I saw that your request is open. Can I request for some hcs for the brothers with a very giving mc, but when they try to do something nice for them they get defensive/guilty like "who are you why are you nice to me I'M the nice one here, don't do nice things for me I feel bad?!?" And tries not to burden them in any way. Thank you! I love the way you write uwu

Thank you for the request! Also, I hope people will let others do nice things for them without thinking they don't deserve it or something. You are worth being treated well!!!😤 I also had a hard time naming this request...

Brothers react to MC not accepting returned favors 

cw: guilt tripping(?)

Lucifer

Lucifer was enjoying a date with MC after completing a sizable portion of his work early thanks to them lending a hand. They were dining at the Ristorante Six when he noticed MC scanning the menu very intensely

The grimace the MC did every so often raises some concerns for him. When the MC says that they want to order a small soup of the day, Lucifer looks at them with a raised brow

He could have sworn MC would be famished after having their lunch stolen from them by Beelzebub around noon. MC could not have possibly have had the time to eat a snack, what with all the paperwork and organizing they did for him after classes to try to lighten his workload

When Lucifer asked if that would be enough, MC's stomach let out a mighty roar in response. Lucifer was now suspicious that MC was holding back for some reason so he decides to order the food for the both of them. He signals for a waiter and makes sure to order MC's soup of the day as well as a dish or two he believes would be to their taste

When MC starts to protest about not wanting to be a burden and have him pay a fortune, Lucifer waves off the concerns and assures them they needn't worry about that. Besides, he wants nothing more than for MC to enjoy themselves after helping him earlier

"I don't want to burden you and make you pay for my meal. I am always happy to help but I don't want you to feel obligated to do something in return."

Lucifer is taken aback before he sighs and gives MC a serious and pointed look. "I am a demon that takes pride in my ability to deal out suitable punishments and rewards as I see fit. It will do you well not to question my generosity"

Mammon

Mammon felt like he was in debt to MC for helping him study and pass his latest exam. He could not afford to fail his fourth semester in a row without Lucifer finding out and skinning him alive! He doesn’t normally feel the need to do anything to actually pay people back, but he felt like he really owed MC for this one

When Mammon and MC were visiting the flea market to find some cool trinkets that can probably be resold for a profit on Akuzon, he noticed the MC’s gaze lingering on a small golden ring with intricate engravings. He makes a bit of a show of paying for the ring before losing some of his bravado and shoving his hand in the MC’s face and demanding they take it

MC looks a bit confused before thinking it was something that Mammon thought would resell well and tried to put it in the basket they carried to hold the rest of their haul

“No, ya got it all wrong. I got it for ya to- ya know- thank ya for helpin’ me the other day. I woulda been a goner without you...or something” he mumbles while trying not to look directly at them

“That’s funny and all but what’s the catch? I’m pretty sure you don’t normally give away things or do anything without expecting anything in return”

Although MC does not appear to mean any harm from the comment, it kind of stung a little for Mammon. They can’t seem to grasp that they were special and he WANTED to give them things.

Mammon becomes a bit more sullen about the ordeal and may not give anything directly to the MC from then on. He will opt instead to leave little trinkets in their room or claim he found some trash he needed to get rid of (even though it would clearly be something of value). He does not really know how to show his thanks in any other way so he is kind of stuck in a cycle of trying to backhandedly show his gratitude without his motives being questioned

Satan

Satan’s room was an absolute mess, more so than usual, when MC was kind enough to lend a hand in helping him organize his massive collection of books into something a little less chaotic

He found an ancient tome full of old runes and herbal medicines that he thought he saw MC flipping through while taking a quick break from organizing his things, and assumed it would be a nice token of his gratitude. It was inlaid with gold leaf and the engraved relief on the cover was done with a clearly skilled hand, making the old book really stand out

“Please, take this tome as payment for your time. I would have lost my mind, surely, if you did not help me in my time of need, like you did”

MC’s eyes widened with surprise before seeming to nod and say they would return the book to him later, after they take down some notes for their next hex exam. When he clarifies that he wishes for them to keep the book, MC looked taken aback

“I couldn’t possibly take one of your books! I don’t expect anything for helping you out and you shouldn’t feel the need to pay me back for something I was more than willing to do anyway. It is kind of weird for you to want to give away your books like this when you closely monitor anybody else that takes them”

Satan’s eyebrow twitches just the slightest and he has to keep his smile in place to try to not alarm MC when his irritation spikes slightly. They don’t seem to understand that him thanking them with a gift versus him guarding his collection from Mammon are two different things entirely

He leans a bit into the MC’s space with his smile still plastered on and looks them dead in the eyes. “Do you mean to tell me that the tome is not to your liking?” MC kind of feels forced to take the book and thanks Satan before making a hasty retreat to their own room. Satan takes the newfound space to clear his mind and start thinking of other ways that he can possibly approach the matter in the future without pressuring MC into accepting his generosity

Asmodeus

Asmo’s life and reputation was saved when MC responded to his emergency text asking for a very specific shirt to be brought to his photoshoot. One of the assistant demons did NOT get the memo when he said that he was more of a skull-scream peach kind of guy then a wailing-melon toned guy and the outfit assembly was not doing his beautiful complexion any favors

When Asmo got out from his shoot, he felt like he absolutely had to repay MC for going out of the way for him. He went straight to Majolish and picked out a new outfit for them that he was sure they would look absolutely fantastic in and then hurried home to wrap it up nicely 

Asmo presents the gift with flourish before asking for the MC to open it so he can watch their reaction. Asmo was not disappointed by the stunned look on their face and the silent ‘o’ their mouth made, but got a little put out when they said they could not possibly accept it. Didn’t they like it? Surely he did not pick something that wasn’t to their taste

“I can’t accept this, Asmo, it is way too sweet and generous of a gift! I had to go in the direction of your shoot today anyway so it wasn’t a burden to drop off your shirt. Please don’t reward me for something like that!”

Asmo has met a variety of demons and people over the millenia and can tell that there was something about the gift itself that was making them uncomfortable. He still is firm with them and insists that if he spent the grimm on them, they should take the gift, but starts thinking of other ways to maybe show his thanks in the future

Do words of praise and gratitude make them squirm? How about physical affection? Would a kiss count as a thanks they are willing to accept? He sure hopes so but he wants to show he appreciates them and will try to show it in any way possible until they accept it

Beelzebub

Beelzebub was starving! More so than usual and that is not a pretty sight. He was at RAD during one of the classes when he noticed that his snack bag had mysteriously gone missing when he tried to reach in to pull out a protein bar. His stomach loudly protested and he was starting to eye up some of his classmates as if they were on the menu. MC saved the day when they came rushing in with the aforementioned missing snack bag, that they found in the hallway

Beel was able to happily munch away for the rest of the lesson and it seemed like the whole class let out a collective sigh of relief. Beel was very grateful for the MC taking the time to deliver him his snack bag and decided to treat them to Hell’s Kitchen after school 

MC agreed to go willingly and ordered their food while Beel asked for well over half the menu. After they ate, Beel reached for the tab but found slight resistance when he finally looked at the bill and saw MC’s hand was also on it. When Beel stated that it was his treat for them saving him early, he was met with some pushback

“Please do not feel like you have to pay for me. Giving you the snack bag was for everybody’s benefit, so it actually came from a place of selfishness, really. I do not deserve you paying for me.”

Beel’s heart pinged a little at that. Did MC mean he was so close to losing control that they only helped him out of pity? Out of fear? He knew he was a big and his hunger knew no end, but it kind of hurt to be seen as a threat that needed to be controlled with readymade snack bags like that

Beel kind of shakes it off quickly enough and starts to think that maybe they just didn’t like the meal as much as him and was trying to spare him from paying for something they didn’t really want. He takes the time to watch MC over the next few days to see if there are other foods that they may like better. That was the problem, right? Maybe something from Madam Screams was more their style? How about that crepes stand in the park that was super delicious?

Belphegor

Belphegor was not having a great day. For one, he was awake and for two, he was tasked with doing laundry for HoL this week and he was super behind on his assigned chore. If Asmo pestered him one more time about properly separating out the colors and Lucifer lectured him about how to properly fold fitted sheets, he may just have to be imprisoned in the attic again. Luckily for him, MC took some time out of their schedule to help him finish quicker

Belphie was thankful enough that he figured he could allow them to nap with him as an award. Do not mind the fact that MC always takes naps with him but this time can be a little bit special. He nicked a projector from RAD the following day and set it up in the attic so that it would project constellations on the walls and ceilings. He also made a really comfortable pillow fort for them to share. This took a lot of work on Belphie’s part so it was a privilege for MC to join him

When the MC finally arrived at the attic after Bephie texted them to meet him up there, they were not expecting the space to be turned into such a nice and cozy room. Belphie explained that it was as a thank you for the help the other day after they kept just standing in the doorway. He then demanded they came and laid down with him

“You didn’t have to put all this work into making this space for me! It was just folding laundry. It wasn’t that big of a deal, I promise”

Belphie turns his back on them and kind of pouts into his pillow. If they don’t appreciate him sacrificing sleep to make them happy and feel appreciated, then who cares. He can nap just fine by himself and he is hard press to prove the point

After the MC stands there for a little bit and then finally decides to join him in the pillow fort, Belphie ignores them for a bit. Neither of them move from their spots until Belphie sighs and rolls over to use their chest as a pillow. If all this work really was for nothing, he might as well enjoy his well-earned nap better with a warm body pillow

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hmmmmmmmmmmmmm....I gave up on proof reading this part way so I hope it is okie dokie

-Leo

[taeyaxx]

How would the Haikyuu Captains spend Christmas with you? Like, what gift would they get you and the activities y’all would do? (Bokuto, Oikawa, Daichi, Kuroo, Ushijima, and Terushima)

tae’s notes: aaaaaaah!! ok so i love my nsfw but sfw like this makes my heart go 🥺🥰🥰 i really love hc’s like this too because all these boys are DORKS!!! thank you so much for the ask!! <3

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tags: sfw, fluff, bokuto is the biggest nerd when it comes to the holidays, holiday fun, cozy winter’s, warm sweaters, longer post, hc’s, mention of nsfw, mention of alcohol, just mostly sweet hc’s okay 🥺

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taglist: @kaaidalupita @ushiwakajimas @lunarkawa

okay so for bokuto i imagine him as the BIGGEST holiday person

like he goes above and beyond for the holidays 

especially Christmas!!! 

will go all out and i mean it!!

brings home a billion decertations and makes it a competition to see who can hang up the most in ten minutes

he always wins somehow 

buys you two ugly ass sweaters too

like i mean those really really ugly sweaters that he knows are ugly but it’s become a tradition between you two 

just wearing.......the ugliest sweaters as you two put the tree up 

as for gifts i think bokuto isn’t one to put like....a lot of money into them?

feel like he’s the type of guy to buy you something that hits you in the heart and makes you want to smother him in kisses

nothing too expensive but it’s the sentimental thought that counts

as for party games or activities i think bo would be into the cuter ones like gingerbread houses or just baking in general 

not that he knows how to bake but he likes to help you make cookies okay

(by help i mean he’s got his arms wrapped around your waist and chin on your shoulder and watching you bake and occasionally handing you things)

he’d sweep you under the mistletoe and kiss you until you both started laughing

picking you up he’d carry you off to the bedroom, sharing a chuckle with you for no other reason than just how in love he is with you

and then he’d quiet down and make the slowest, sweetest love to you 🥺

alright the next boy is the lovely oikawa!

feel like he isn’t the BIGGEST holiday person

for no reason i just think he’d be like “eh it’s another day”

but that DEF changes when he meets you

his attitude starts to go from “it’s a Tuesday” to slowly looking forward to every holiday he can celebrate with you

especially Christmas because it’s the one day he can spoil you in gifts and you can’t really get mad at him

like bokuto tho, he wouldn’t be the most expensive gifts

he’d get a bunch of things he had noticed you spoke of or the things your eyes lingered on just a little longer than others when you two were out

def the type to wake you up with breakfast in bed 

like isn’t the GREATEST cook in the world but he knows how to make some decent food

and he makes sure everything is perfect for your holiday morning

he’d pull out your favorite sweater of his and he’d wear it all day

bring you warm fuzzy socks and his favorite sweater for you and a cup of coffee/tea/hot chocolate

his main gift is probably that one pair of shoes you had wanted for awhile but could never bring yourself to buy

or just any similar gift

for activities, oikawa is ALL about the games

he sets up every holiday game he can think of 

does that stupid thing where he wraps a specific gift in like 12 layers of duct tape and 8 layers of bubble wrap and 5 layers of zip ties

like is an ASS abt it but it’s always funny having to beg him to get a pair of scissors for you because he went overboard again

after gifts he’d pull you off to the bedroom and kiss you slowly before 

giving you all the pleasure in the world 🥰

next is daichi! let’s just say....

MY BOY!!!

daichi here isn’t into any other holiday EXCEPT for Christmas 

mans does everything for Christmas

he’s buying the decorations and hanging them up with your help

setting the tree up IN NOVEMBER !!

goes crazy with the lights outside too

like y’all are def known for being THAT house on the street just 

full blown Christmas lights

when Christmas morning comes tho, he’d wake you up nice and early (not anymore so than normal tho) and take you into the kitchen where he’s made the BIGGEST breakfast for you

i’m talking every breakfast food is out on the tabel and you can’t help but shake your head

cause who’s gonna eat it all? 

somehow you two finish up whatever you can before he’s moving onto doing some small activities 

he doesn’t go crazy with them but likes to do some stuff with you

somehow got into painting? 

don’t know how it happened but i feel like he sets up an entire thing in one of the spare rooms

and you two just paint the silliest things you can think of 

and at some point you two def play drunk roulette and try to guess what alcohol was what in each cup  

as for gifts the man is stupid when it comes to buying things 

he goes so overboard when spending money on you 

doesn’t buy like 15 million gifts but will buy you 3 or 4 SUPER expensive gifts 

and you sit there, opening them up and knew he would spend too much money so you also had to buy more expensive gifts 

that he would use everyday just because you paid for them of course

by the end of the night you two end up on the couch, cuddling under a giant blanket, and watching some hallmark Christmas movies smh 

and if you want something a little more exciting, because daichi is That gentleman, he waits for you to ask

and when you do? y’all don’t even move to the bed 

he’d kiss you all slow and dim the lights and let the movie behind you play out as you two focus on the more intimate parts of the holiday

kuroo my baby.....my life....my heart I love him

mans is so cute during the holidays he’s just 🥺

baby boy doesn’t wake up super early at all

he’d wake up a little bit but you two know it’s too cold so you just cuddle in closer and fall asleep until noon

when you two finally get up tho, he’s sluggish pulling you out of bed and giving you a sweater to wear and that’s all he wants you to wear

pulling you into the living room to reveal his gift for you and it’s gotta be like a dog or cat or something istg 

you’d just walk into a new cat sitting on the couch just sleeping away and you just SIGH 

“kuroo...it’s adorable but this will be the 4th cat we have”

“BAAAABE it’s so cute tho 🥺”

so you get another cat lol Which is fine cause…..it is cute 🥺

can’t decide if kuroo would wait until night to get into the sexc or if he would just start the entire day off with little whispers and lazy sex and then it’s just all daaaaay baby 

pulls you into the bath together

like srsly would fuck you all day long as a gift too 

and god if it isn’t a great gift tho smh 

finally you both decide to get dressed and go out to any open place for dinner 

being too tired from the rest of the activities you had done all day

which is probably why you guys don’t play any games at all lol you just end up being too tired

so no traditional activities other than being bent over every surface in your house 

after it gets too dark i’m sure you two would just cuddle into bed, legs tangled up in a mess and just whisper all the things you love abt each other yk how it be 🥺🥺

NOW THIS IS MY MAAAAAAN UGH 

ushi doesn’t really see the desire of the entire holiday

like giving gifts and eating a good dinner should be EVERY NIGHT he thinks

Christmas eve you two would visit his family (cause uwu farm boi) so that way he’d have you all to himself Christmas day

probs has a tradition on like baking pie together or some kind of sweets

makes it a little competition to see who can bake the best pie tbh

you always win somehow

other than that he really isn’t into too many games?

he just enjoys your company and usually places you and himself in front of the fireplace and you two cuddle for the entire day

you read books and joke and laugh and paint your nails and do just mundane things together

at some point in the night tho he’d turn on some music and would slow dance with you in the kitchen 🥺

as for gifts?

BRUH

that’s all i’m gonna say sjksjd 

ok ok but no this man buys you SO MUCH

like yeah he doesn’t see the reason to buy you gifts only for this one day (cause let’s tbh he buys you gifts constantly)

but for Christmas? he just..... “oh this is a thing everyone else does so i must do it too” but in the kindest way

buys you an entire new wardrobe because he notices you wanting some new shirts

buys you new purses or wallets or jewelry

would surprise you with a trip to some vacation home somewhere

like he is all god giving on Christmas 

lowkey would def surprise you with an entire new wardrobe just for lingerie and you can’t fight me on this

it makes you a little sad you only buy him a few new watches and new ties or whatever else he might have mentioned over a few lunches or dinners

he doesn’t mind tho since he’s literally all abt pleasuring you yk

for the later activities tho, i feel like he’d be more like daichi?

like def would bend you over the counter as you two cooked dinner or in front of the fireplace but he waits for you

waits until you’re calling for him to make love to you

and when he does? UGH

let’s just say he has you crying later 

baby boy....baby....

much like kuroo i feel like he’d wanna make love ALL DAY 

wakes you up early just to have morning sex

after the third round you have to tell him they need to eat something

and tbh feel like he might lowkey forget to get you a gift until the LAST DAY 

like he def just bought this gift last night and wrapped it while you slept 

and tbh....it’s so cute of him to do that jkjks

he seems like the type to buy you jewelry or socks or both lol

like buys you a new necklace and some rings

def doesn’t try to talk you into getting a matching tongue piecing yk

also feel like he’d buy a new set of “bedroom toys” for you two to try out

and at first it’s like “of course he would” but you thank him later after using them

also a HUGE fan of ugly sweaters

but makes it a game to see who can MAKE the ugliest sweater like 

you will not see this man spend money on an ugly sweater but he will buy a bunch of ugly accessories just so you two can have fun making them

so it’s a tradition now that you two a week before Christmas begin making ugly sweaters

usually it ends up being a tie smh

feel like he would be into a bunch of other games tho

like the white elephant games or caramel apples and ginger bread houses

he just wants to spend all his time with you so he looks up a bunch of games you two can play 

he almost seems like the type to do puzzles? so maybe you two would work on a 2,000 piece puzzle together 

watch really old and bad movies together too

for some reason i feel like he’d be the best cook out of all the boys??? for no reason really i just...imagine he knows how to cook so well

so he def makes this big ass dinner of anything you wanted even if it’s not traditional food

like the one year you guys literally had PIZZA just because it sounded good

also talk abt snow ball fights and building all sorts of things outta the snow

and y’all can fight me on this............after a few years he’d be that cliche guy to propose to you and confess his entire heart out for you 

(of course you say yes becausae you’re so in love with him 🥰)

[mrskisaki]

AAMAAAYAAAAAA just because I read your thing, May I request a yandere Doffy, Kid and Luffy? 🥺😚🖤 something about a kid and Luffy Yandere is ✨ enticing ✨ you don’t have to though lol

EVERYTIME YALL SAY MY NAME, MY HEART GOES UWU🥺👉🏼👈🏼💙

If you don't like things like this, then dont read it. Noones forcing you to press the readmore, keep scrolling and please dont complain to me about it.

If you don’t know what a yandere is, please look it up before reading this. You may not be comfortable.

Yandere Doflamingo, Kid, and Luffy

Doflamingo

Regular Doffy is already borderline yandere but he does have some limits and lines he wont cross. Yandere Doffy won't have any limits and will cross every line there is; he already has eyes on you but now that he's yandere, there's eyes on you EVERYWHERE and it's not even discreet. He knows about everything you do, say, and even think, he's not above killing the other men you talk to without his permission and will even make you watch. His punishments are even worse than before; sometimes he'll just keep you tied up on the bed for days without any social interaction even with himself or he'll carve his name into your back. He might even kill you if you push him enough.

Kid

Hdjskakskskaiajak Yandere Kid is so violent omg. He will deadass kill anyone and everyone who even looks at you the wrong way. He's not delusional, he knows you dont love him but I advise you to go ahead and fall for him now. He doesn't want to hurt you but if you piss him off (which happens alot very quickly) he will shove you down but that's about it, instead he'll just start throwing and breaking things. He wants all you attention and doesn't want you speaking to anyone else but him and Killer. He'll punish you by not feeding you for days and yanking you around, he tries his best not to hit you and has done good so far but if you try to escape then that's a different story.

Luffy

Yall gonna have to hear me out on this and truly think.

Yandere Luffy is very similar to regular Luffy except the fact that he just stares at you and clings to you more often. Luffy is a delusional and does believe that you love him the same way he loves you and he refuses to share you with anyone else. He wont hurt you for small things, instead he'll just clingy to you more and wont let you go, he'll let the crew talk to you but only he gets to play with you. The only time he would hurt you is when you say something extremely hurtful to make him snap or if you hit him in the face, he'll give you that empty look and then break your arm while telling you it's your fault and if you weren't mean to him, this wouldn't be happening. He'll have chopper patch you up and act like the event didnt even happen.

[sweet-rintarou]

Today was the day that you were to meet with the person you'll be establishing a relationship. Understand how it's worded that way, changing the entire concept of how a relationship work. It shouldn't be a business tactic, in order to bring media attention onto those in the relationship, but should be a way to join two different people in a romantic sense, filled with trust and genuine feelings between one another.

You've had your fair share of relationships, none of which were ever done to benefit one or the other, nor were they ever done in a way that mutual feelings were absent. You don't claim to still be in love with any of your exes, nor is there any bad blood, so your concept of love and romantic relationship is quite vanilla.

Now, the game has changed. You weren't ready, hell, who the fuck would be ready to have to date someone only for publicity? To risk having the secret be released to the media, it would ruin your name and you were highly aware of it. No matter how anyone wants to try to put it, Japan was still behind when it comes to gender equality, it was traditional and placed men on a higher pedestal. You knew that if word got out that you both faked a relationship to gain attention to each of your agendas, that you would receive more backlash than your "significant other".

"We'll always protect you, Y/n," Suga reassured you when you decided to voice out your concern after being out. It was now nine, the next day, and you had to meet with the CEO again at noon.

"And fans will understand," Terushima added, "even though there'll be people that are rude for no reason, there will always be those that truly care for you, and will back you up for anything."

You couldn't necessarily talk, most of your replies were of gratitude or heavy sighs. Ever since the conflict with Semi, it seemed that the world was going against you, that everything that were to occur in your life was going absolutely crazy, and nothing seems to be working out. You felt as if most of the negative attention was caused by you, and only you.

As noon came around, your feet dragged heavily against the marbled floor. The weight of what was to come prevented you from walking with the usual bounce of life that you used to sport. Once you entered the meeting room, you only spotted the CEO, his assistant, and two other people you didn't recognize. Everyone besides the five of you were in formal clothing—suit and tie—so it was safe to assume that the person you were to be together with was not here.

Seated across from the two you didn't know, the CEO cleared his throat.

"Alright, these are the representative of who you will be meeting with, Ms. Y/n," he started off, "unfortunately he is unable to attend, but because I also like surprises, I'll disclose his identity later on."

I hate surprised.

"Before we get into signing the agreement, there are obviously a set of rules that must be established between the two parties, which are us, Rei Records, and the second party of Ryo Agency.

"First and foremost; the fact that the relationship is only for business purposes should never be disclosed to anyone other the present parties, your "significant other" included–" you couldn't help but gag a bit "–no disclosing this to close friends or families, the media obviously."

"Second; the period of this agreement will last for 6 months, this will fit with the timeline of Silver Lining's album release, album promotion, with a national tour, and Ryo Agency's agenda of their client's movie release, movie promotion and tour as well."

So he's an actor. Admittedly, you weren't too caught up with the latest news in the entertainment industry other than the music industry of course, so your knowledge of any actors around your age was limited to those you've seen in western film productions.

Semi rose his hand, "Isn't a bit unfair that Y/n hasn't met with the guy? I'm sure he already knows who she is, right?"

"No, actually, neither of you know what each other look like, we haven't disclosed either of your identities to one another." The response garnered dumbfounded looks from the five of us.

"We can assure you that he is a decent man, there is no toxicity from his behaviour to our knowledge," CEO Yashimoto reassured, although it did little to calm your anxious thoughts. He continued, "You will meet with the young man tonight, at the agency's restaurant, there will be no paparazzi as this should be a chance for you two to get to know each other."

"Which agency?"

"This agency," his assistant snapped, causing you to roll your eyes.

"Anyway, your relationship will be publicised on Friday, which is two days from now."

Without allowing you to say anything, his assistant—you honestly don't bother to learn his name—pulled out sheets of paper, placing it in front of CEO Yashimoto and the opposite agency, the five of you only able to observe the exchange.

"Alright, you all may leave, and Y/n, be ready to be picked up at six."

-

"How is it six already?!" You screamed. The CEO's assistant knocking incessantly on your hotel door.

"What if I grab him and toss him out the window, do you think anyone will know?" Terushima asked, eyes wide with genuine curiosity. The four of you stared in concern.

"You know it's the thought that counts." Heaving an exasperated sigh–which sounded more like a grunt–you changed into presentable clothes before exiting the hotel room, your bandmates watching your back, clearly upset as well. I cannot cry, but fuck, do I want to.

With only a glare, the assistant guided you to the car and the drive to the restaurant was quiet and awkward.

Monoma opened the door for you, allowing you to step out and he led the way towards the restaurant. Your hands were prepared to type the name once the words left his mouth, but his lips were sealed shut until you reached the entrance of the restaurant.

"Table under Yashimoto," he told the hostess, to which she led us to the table in the far back. A figure was clearly sitting in one of the seats, but you could barely recognize or make out the features with your deteriorating eyesight.

"Yo, Monoma, what's the guy's name?" He only casted a side-glance.

"I lied," he said, "with the fact that your phone is out now, I don't know where you'll send what I'm about to say."

"It's to my friends, no need to be so uptight," you retorted. "Fuck, fine." Stuffing your phone into your pocket, you'll just have to tell them when you get back.

"Hello," ignoring your presence, Monoma shifted his attention to the brunette by the table, to which the latter stood up upon the arrival of you. "This is Y/n L/n, the girl you were arranged with."

"Y/n, this is—"

"Oikawa. Tooru Oikawa," the brunette introduced himself, "it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

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—tooru

author's note: lmao now that we have oikawa in the story there will be more crack between him, y/n and ushi :3 and fair warning, the next few parts will be in written format, so be prepared

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SPOILERS Tales from the SMP | The Wild West

Warning: Cursing

Very few deaths this one. The blood lust have eased up a bit. Also, the accents/voices in this one. Oooooh boi. This is the same time as the Masquerade. So it's in the past of the Dream SMP.

Ok. Characters. Are:

Of course, our Karl. Twitch.tv/karljacobs is his full name. We got a shitton to talk about this man's character and such. I will save it for maybe the end bit.

TOWNSPEOPLE

John John (Ranboo) is a bartender. Has fingers?. Suspiciously looks like a minor that just works at a saloon and only sells beere. Hands a lot of drinks. He dies by the hands of Mason. I don't know the reason why but he did. The only one to die in the "right side." He believes the devil are usually the reason of "strange" occurrences. Held a stack of milk, pretty sure.

There's a priest Reveren? I think was the name that died and was supposed to come back in 3 days.

Percy (Tubbo) is a banker. If he had a last name, I didn't get it. Has a G R E A T S H O T. Also, had a banking bee that died because of Michael's fireworks. Plays go fish while in the middle of a blackjack match. Likes snap and to match the pictures. John owes him a lot. (They gave that skin to someone that is likely the youngest in that group)

Sheriff Sherman Thompson (Technoblade) is a Sheriff that has about a week before retirement. He is the sheriff and he saw it. Has a G R E A T S H O T. Forgets the number five. The only one who initially owns a gun. Has one Horse power.

Crops (Corpse Husband) is a cannibal prisoner. Ate the priest and the orphan. Ate the doctor last week. Deep voice. Didn't understand the terms of the duel. He was just hungry.

Ron Ronson, son of Ron, obviously son of his dad, Ron Ronson, who yet again is the son of Ron Ronson. But he is just called Michael. (Fundy ffs) Mails people things of people. Either he stutters a lot or he is some robot or both or there was a weird transition in the middle (maybe due to the injury or a nervousness thing). Eats Japanese lanterns and has a frozen (not the cold type) chicken wife. He killed it.

William Williamson (BadBoyHalo) offers muffins. Has nice pants. Has a G R E A T S H O T when drunk. You touch anything you buy it. Drinks a lot.

THE bullies BANDITS. (I love this) Democrat haters. They were never at all jailed despite their crimes and only Crops was and that's because he is a cannibal. Although the group also seem to be cannibals.

Jack Kanoff (Quackity) is the leader? of the bandits. Weak to Thorns. A "good guy" Cannibal. Killed by the hand of Crops.

Mason (Sapnap) is Jack's right hand man/best friend. Muted. Killed by Karl. He didn't have much info.

Just Connor/Flint Michigan (Connoreatspants) Fastest Thief alive. Why is he wearing a onesie in a west side town under what seems to be an extremely hot climate. Disappears. Killed by Sheriff Sherman.

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Other comments:

CHURCH OF PRIME

The map looked so awesome. They never visited the inn tho.

Also that song from and the beginning was so catchy and I literally listened to it earlier just before the stream started. It's by derivakat on youtube and the songs she made are so catchy.

Billiam used to be from this this town. He took most of the town's money.

G R E A T S H O T

Who let the cows out? Who who who who who?

Percy volunteered but was not really chosen for the duel. So did, Michael but Michael is... ehhh. I mean we already know whyy he wasn't fit for that.

Why John tho? That was just unclear to me. Is it so Karl can do his revenge thing? The man was shaking when they chose him.

I think Michael would've been hilarious choice to send in to the duel. But I chose Percy because he already volunteered.

O H N O

IT'S HIGH NOON.

Bandit Language includes LMAO, LOL, LMFAO, XD, :P, :3, OwO, and UwU

Congrats for Qucakity not dying first. He died second. New record

Jack, Crops, and Karl love triangle?

Milk drinking contest.. Also just because of the milk thing and how they both have similar jobs and actor, I think Butler and John John could be related. Billiam could have took Butler from John or smth like that.

Karl declares he's the new sheriff in town then suddenly walks away saying he wasn't even from there. I mean Yeh. But the confusion of the townspeople... it was funny to say the least. They just got dragged into a weird fight by someone they do not even know. That gives me an idea.

John was the first to meet Karl and defended him from the Sheriff due to being indebted to Karl saving him from the bandits early on. But Karl chooses John to fight the last bandit despite being "incapable" and was led to his death. I feel like there is some type of manipulation here tbh or I might just be trying to over analyze it.

Ok now about the Inbetween. It is really beautiful. And the multiple Karls. It makes sense! Since it is his safe haven on time travels and apparently he will time travel a lot more. The Inbetween has no time or dimension and I can see why there were many Karls.

Also Don't Stray Off the Path ? That has 87 pages. What's that about?

Good enough ending, lets go! I mean John John died but Lets Go!

I really love how it is a plot-following chaos. Yeh there might be an outline of what should happen but other than that it's chaos compared to the main lore where it would be a more "organized chaos."

[darkicedragon]

darkicedragon uwu jayce being a physical guy with touching a person he cares abt and viktor just being ?, and not exactly sure what to do with his hands when jayce leans in for a hug but also, viktor very much not being used to touch at all darkicedragon Also, jayce trying to Strongly Hint that he likes viktor in like Science Metaphors But it goes whizzing over viks head bc he is distracted with trying to solve jayces problem, and obvs noone wld be interested in him Jayce just like qwq darkicedragon Jayce comes in with a bunch of flowers and gives them to vik 'I got these for u' ^--^ 'Oh, thank you-' 8D! '-i can use them for testing the hexcore. We just ran out of our latest batch' D8 '...whats wrong?' 'Aaahaha, nothing'

darkicedragon jayce gets viktor a gift and viktor takes it apart, wanting to know the mechanics of how it works which actually isnt TOO bad for jayce, bc viktor enjoyed it and they progressed a couple more steps with viktors new insight aZure flies right over his head the same way Sky's comments did 'I like you." *immersed in SCIENCE* "I like you too." and Jayce can't tell if he's serious or he's just saying it truth is, Vik didn't even notice what Jayce said and his brain just formulated an answer darkicedragon 'yes, i like you too' ouo-!! 'i really enjoy the work we build together' ono aZure makes viktor a gift like a puzzle challenge thingy and gets Vik's attention the same way you'd get the attention of a cat Vik going ^0-0^ at the challenge darkicedragon a much better one compared to the toy one the councillor has XDD darkicedragon also also jayce got it as a nostalgic reason, and vik starts disasassembling it 'w-what are you doing?' 'mm? isnt that why you bought it?' 'viktor... youre acting like youve never seen this before' 'bc i haven't' 'you didn't?? what kind of toys did you have growing up??' '..............i didn't. not bought for me, in any case. not like this' OAO oh, oops, didnt read jayve made it XD;;; darkicedragon jayce getting desperate and is like, 'okay, so, if someone were to like you, what would they have to do for you to realise' 'no-one would be interested in me' 'but if hypothetically if someone were-' 'they wouldn't be. im a cripple from the undercity, with no family name to speak of, no social power, no influence or wealth. there would be no reason for anyone to have any interest in me' 'what abt your looks and your brains?' 'a uniform of the academy, and you are the one who drives our ideas' 'and youre the one who makes them happen!' QnQ ... e^e? 'are you all right?' '................im fine.' QnQ aZure > also also jayce got it as a nostalgic reason no, no, I think ur onto something bc imagine them talking about childhood and Vik's just quiet darkicedragon hes used to not talking abt his past, bc he knows the ppl of piltover dont care, or worse, he despises the pitying looks he gets aZure > jayce getting desperate and is like, Jayce is just QwQ 'pls, help me here' then Vik is like =-= O-O 'ah, you must be trying to pursue someone? I'm afraid I've little experience in the matter. perhaps you can ask someone else?' darkicedragon jayce just like 😭

[the-last-millenial-disaster]

hello! if you don't mind, could you do headcanon for omen x sage? thank you so much! also, i love your headcanons uwu

(A/N: mmmkay you took the literal embodiment of death and paired him with a radiant healer. What else is new. I had fun speculating for this one! I hope you enjoy!)

They both love to read

They’re not as different as you might think

Omen takes life, including his - repeatedly

Sage gives life, but in order to do so, she’d have to take it from somewhere wouldn’t she? Nothing comes from nothing

Now before you cuss me out that she could be giving her own life force or dragging their souls back into their bodies--

“Sage, the life you give, do you ever wonder where it’s taken from?”

Would he have a line like that for her if that was the case? Would he really?

He knows something and honestly, to me, that’s the most interesting part about their relationship

But I feel like that’s a lot to unpack there so I’ll leave it for a theory post

On to the fluff

Sage likes to cook - especially recepies she can remember from home

Since she joined the protocol Sage rarely gets to visit, and the Chinese food substitutes elsewhere felt less than adequate

So she started making them herself - dumplings, chinese noodles, wontons, you name it

Omen can’t eat, but he can smell

Before he started out with Sage, Omen considered it unnecessary and loathsome - he could smell the food, flowers, even fresh air

But that’s all that it was to him. A smell.

He could smell food, but he couldn’t be hungry. He could smell the fresh air, but could only faintly remember how good it felt to have it rushing through his lungs

He could remember how much better these things felt when he was alive, how much more vibrant and beautiful it was to simply live

Now, all of these scents haunted him, only strenghtening the melancholy of his days among the living

He never told this to anyone

Sage picked it up by herself, and is also the only one who can fanthom even just trying to understand Omen’s mentality

Because when you think about it, she understands death

Sage will play around in the kitchen, probing and trying different variations of flavours, while Omen will sit there, silently observing

Sage hoped to return his faith in life, to amplify his senses so he could at least feel like he’s living again

She didn’t succeed. Not directly.

Her cooking didn’t bring him back - but it did tie a smell to a feeling

Omen felt completely content and at ease while in her presence

He didn’t get the feeling of getting judged or pointed at

After a long while, he felt happy

Every time he’d pick up a spice he’d remember the love they’ve built over the years

Every time he stepped inside and smelled ginger or galric, he would remember Sage

He would remember how to be happy

He would start noticing joy he’d otherwise overlook

He’d remember his incredible luck (may the irony never defeat him), to be with someone so life-giving

Sage helped him with his social skills a lot

He’s still antisocial though

I mean, she’s a magic worker but there are some things you just can’t fix

One thing Sage likes to have in her life is touch - hand on the shoulder, a kiss on the head here and there, walking down the street hand in hand, touching while asleep...

...Omen is not very touchy

He doesn’t like to be touched, or vice versa

But deep down, he’s afraid

What if I hurt her?

So he had to relearn human contact

That was hard, sice he’s spent a good portion of his radiant time in a lab, being pricked and prodded like a test subject

Also he generally doesn’t like touching warmer things since it disturbes his atoms and he finds it harder to keep them together

So...they had a bit of a hiccup there

But he got better at it because it made Sage happy and that was good enough for him

So when he came home from a mission one day, and wrapped his arms around Sage on his own, her brain couldn’t process for a moment

They don’t often run missions together

Omen cannot work proficently with Sage around, since he would just tail her and obliterate anyone in her path

He lost everything once, and it won’t happen again

Sage is annoyed by this, since she’s being babied for being a healer by everyone else already, like she can’t clutch that bitch

She also has the worst luck. She fell for the only agent she can’t revive.

She can’t stand and watch Omen offering himself as bait and willingly dying time and time again

Sage is strongly against his suicidal callouts, since she’s the only one with a full grasp on how painful it really is for him

They’re both cat people

Omen likes to chill in Sage’s room in the HQ, since it has a lot of vegetation and is always well ventilated

There’s a lot of hugs from behind when they’re alone

It just showcases the trust Omen has in Sage - he’d probably kill anyone else who tried to do that on a reflex

Omen rather shows than tells

So Sage will find little things he left for her, or brought from a new place he went to

A new book, a piece of handcrafted art, a postcard

Little things, and she collects them all

(And if we’re going there imagine her coming home from her own mission, seeing an envelope on the desk and excitedly wondering what he left this time, only to find a report saying that a certain phantom is MIA - or vice versa)

They don’t go out on dates much (people stare and Omen ain’t a fan)

But they will have booked days for just staying in, watching a documentary and cuddling

Omen, if they have to cuddle, likes being close

Close enough to feel her heartbeat, or to just see her breathe

He can sometimes imagine doing that himself

Deep down, he wishes he was human. For her. So he could give her a normal, healthy relationship, without the constant threat of disintegrating or dying

Oh by the way Sage gives him a kiss on the forhead sometimes and he fucking melts

He generally hides under his hood, mainly because he’s less intimidating when he has it on (I shit you not)

And every time Sage looks at him without a hint of fear, it blows him away completely

Omen was viewed by people as a monster, they were afraid

And Sage just...I don’t care if you’re in the middle of the chapter, empty the dishwasher please

Sage is a mom friend and some of that transmits into her relationships

Yes, she’s caring. Yes, she’s amazing at helping others. But for the love of fuck, don’t challenge her. Ever.

Omen likes that best about her

Everyone underestimates her as in what’s a healer gonna do? Kill us? and she just wrecks them all, using their own pretentiousness against them

But when you think about it, there’s a reason everyone is so desperate to keep her out of harm’s way - she’s the only one who doesn’t get a second chance

When she dies, it’s over

There’s noone to bring her back

And that’s what Omen is so afraid of

(A/N: okay, I’m reading over this again and I realise that this isn’t exactly the fluff you were looking for, but I can’t get out of my skin. Lemme know what you think. I hope you liked it!

Thank you for reading!