#ooc: so this one includes aspen from @aspestos-tree!! and is like me basically just writing out an rp we did on discord lmao

[yveltalreal]

✤ - a memory that involves romance/love for maple

A memory that involved romance/love: Maple

You wipe ur face with one of the tissues your pa left in the car with you. When you pull it away a black stain is left on the paper. Fuck! Your mascara is going to be a nightmare to clean up once this is over. You can feel it on your face, having smeared and ran down your face from how much you were crying earlier. You should have worn the waterproof stuff but in your defense, you did not think your fucking fiance would have just abruptly stopped loving you and decided you did the same.

Arc, you hope your pa didn't break his fucking legs. Everyone in the chat said they heard him screaming. That's no bueno...

Something shifts in your lap. Oh right! The service pokemon they gave you that stands as a reminder of the time you fucking died! You kinda forgot she was here... You don't really feel like Hephaestus is making things worse for you. Did you cry so hard you just... forgot to be traumatized? You surprise yourself sometimes! In the front seat, Bibi keeps trying to start the car. It is a good thing your pa took the keys with him because you're pretty sure the lopunny would gladly put the pedal to the metal and turn as many people into speed bumps as possible. Finally, in the back seat is the dragalge you had rescued only a few days prior. Initially you weren't going to keep him, but you've started getting attached, so you should probably name him eventually...

Enough about that. The dragalge and Heph both stick their heads out the window. Oh fuck someone's here. You look out too. Oh shit! It's Aspen! Your fucking fiance! He's looking for something. He's also... Hold on.

"Are you wearing my fucking shirt?" you call out the window. Arc, you probably look like shit considering you were crying until not even 20 minutes ago.

Aspen looks down. Did he... did he not realize?

"I forgot to um. Change." You realize as he begins to approach the car that looks like he is about to sob. That makes two of you.

"I’m um. I’m sorry. I. Fucked up. And. I don’t want you. To stop loving me. Please don’t. If you um. Haven’t yet," he says, continuously getting closer. You don't think you can stop loving people. You still love everyone that's hurt you. You still love him. Honestly, you thought Aspen had stopped loving you.

Something in the back of your mind pushes you forward. No thinking, just doing. As soon as Aspen gets close enough, you lean out of the window, grab him, and pull him in for a kiss.

You pull away, and whisper "That's kind of gay," without thinking. Aspen rests his forehead on yours.

"I love you. You’re not hard to love. It���s really easy, actually. I’m sorry. Really sorry. I didn’t mean to make you cry," he says. You don't like when other people are sorry. It makes you feel like you did something wrong. "No, it's okay! You didn't mean to... You didn't mean to... I love you so much, Aspen! I was so fucking afraid I did something wrong because I didn't know what was going on! But it was just a misunderstanding! You didn't mean it." Two out of three of the pokemon in the car are staring at you homophobically like that one image of the dachsbun. Ironically, the fucking dog is not one of them.

"It’s not okay," you hear him mumble, "I hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you." You swallow. Someone who doesn't want to hurt you... If only you weren't someone who exists to be hurt.

"Aspen, I've been hurt by a lot of people in a lot of ways. I don't think I know who to be if I'm not getting hurt, but I know you didn't mean to hurt me."

"Can I hug you?" he asks, and you say yes. Of course you do. You are someone who never lets others go and never stops loving.