#so to be able to write them again have been comforting

[rueclfer]

Can I get a gentle reminder smau with Shigaraki? And maybe with a little excerpt of him checking in on us 👉🏻👈🏻 love your writing, but don’t feel inclined to do this request if you don’t want to :)

ily u r sweet yes u can get some of this soft n tender shiggy

gentle reminder // tomura shigaraki

“keep track of your shit.” tomura says once more, tossing your pill bottle onto your bed, right next to your figure hidden beneath the mass of blankets.

“you see a bottle of pills that looks kinda important, that you know i left in your room since last week and you don’t think to at least notify me?” you huff, peaking your head out.

“i dunno.” he shrugs. “you leave shit in my room at the time. think i have half your closet on my floor.” 

you tightly clench the fabric of the blanket up over your nose as heat spikes up to your ears.

tomura doesn’t need an invitation to make himself comfortable in your bed. you feel the shift of the mattress underneath you and hear the rattle of the pills as he shakes it in his hands.

“so this tiny ass pill” he lays on his back, one hand behind his head, the other holding up the small orange bottle to his eyes. “is the one thing that keeps you together?”

“unfortunately.” you sigh, pulling the blanket down under your chin. “can you pass me one?”

you watch him carefully shake out the small pale pill into the palm of his hand. he returns the stare as you swallow the pill dry, returning your head down onto your pillow.

“feel better?” he sets the bottle on the nightstand.

“no.” you laugh at the naivety. “gonna take a little to get used to them again.”

“what do you need then?” he blankly stares at you. “‘cause you can’t do this for another week.”

you two lock into a staring contest while you think for a moment. 

what do i need?

you feel like shit. you haven’t taken a proper shower in a few days. you haven’t really eaten anything. your throat is dry. this migraine is pounding its way out of your skull. this is the most you’ve spoken to someone in a week.

“maybe just stay here.”

it takes him by surprise- you see the shock in his eyes. 

sure you’ve messed around a bit (a lot), but you’ve never asked him for any sort of warmth and comfort. this is new territory for the both of you.

tomura fully turns on his side and inches a bit closer to you. he’s scared to touch you, so he just invades your bubble a little bit more than he usually would. your breaths intertwine in the stuffy air of your bedroom and you see the room slowly grow dimmer as the sun sets.

“is this helping?” he whispers.

“yeah.” you close your eyes, fingers reaching out to rest on top of the back of his hand, lighting tapping over his fingers. “thanks, tomura.”

“just don’t be stupid and forget again.” he sighs, switching your hand positions, his now firmly laying flat over yours.

“maybe it’s all a ruse to get you in my bed.” you tease.

“not that you need a ruse. it’s you. i’m always available.” he scoffs. “idiot.” he quickly adds on.

tomura’s glad the sun was almost set at this point. you wouldn’t be able to see his growing flushed face and chewed bottom lip as he continues to stare at your slight smile, and tousled hair from laying in bed all day.

he’ll make a mental note to make it a habit to stop by your room and remind you to take your meds from now on. he doesn’t realize until now that this piece of solitude in each other’s presence has been something he’s been craving, almost like an insatiable hunger. 

tomura scooches closer now, letting himself in the cocoon of your blankets. you accept him in between your arms, letting him rest his head against the crook of your neck.

“thank you, tomura.” you mutter against his hairline.

“yeah.”

[girl4music]

That’s it. Anyone with the “me and my own” ideology will get clapped back.

People that actually care to help people without asking for anything in return will also get their due.

That’s just the way of the Universe.

When you’re already well off, why do you need to be accounted for? Harris specifically was talking about who wasn’t. She was addressing the poor because she knew that’s where things needed to change the most.

The people she didn’t address are not going to be impacted in any negative way. Their lives will stay relatively the same. She didn’t speak to you because she didn’t need to because you’re fine as you are.

On the other hand, Trump is also addressing the poor and minorities. Speaking directly to them. But not with love and care. With hatred and revenge. The opposite.’

He wants to make things worse for them and now he can. So if you voted for him or you didn’t even vote at all - it’s on you why things are going to be much worse from now on. And if you think you won’t be negatively impacted by it because Trump is on your side…

Think again. Because incompetency impacts everyone.

No Harris wasn’t promising the rich and the majorities something. But that didn’t mean she was out to get you. That didn’t mean that she wanted to hurt you.

She simply saw it as you already had what you needed.

There were many others that did not.

She chose to address them.

Look for EVERYONE to live comfortable lives, then everyone has also got to learn to share and to be a community. Giving and getting is a transaction between each other. This is normal. This is natural. This is the way it should be. Greed and hoarding wealth doesn’t really help anyone in the long run and that’s not well understood in America because they’ve lived an entire history through a culture of taking from others. From theft. They never question it not because they’re dumb but because they don’t realize it this is how it’s always been and how it’s always been has always being wrong.

Being afraid of community and socialism. Taught that it’s inherently bad for them and to always look out for themselves and their own first. It’s just not The Way.

Having a black woman as President for the first time would have been revolutionary for them. it would have been a start to setting things right because they’ve never been right. Keeping to tradition doesn’t always mean better because that tradition could be awful. All of this I’m writing right now only sounds so bad because it’s coming from someone that doesn’t live in America but still has lived through a Western culture that’s majorly the same and has never understood it.

See I’m a Westerner but I don’t understand Western culture and I never really have. It’s like I was born with the soul or someone Eastern. Someone whose worldview of philosophy is inherently non-dual because when I look at a person - regardless of what kind of person they are or might be - I don’t see a difference.

We all want to live and thrive and prosper but so many of us have an understanding that goes against that goal just by virtue of “well, what do I get out of it?”

You get what you’ve always had. The means to survive. If you believe that’s not enough then I don’t know what to tell you. It’s more than enough for those that don’t currently have it and are fucking desperate for it.

Bottom line is you’ve got to give a little - to sacrifice or compromise on something - to set the balance right.

Harris was the right person to lead to be able to do this. Or at least make the attempt to. What you have now - with Trump - is a lesson. And I hope you learn it well.

Hatred will never make anything better for anyone. All it does it makes it much much much worse for everyone.

You can call this “virtue-signalling” or being “morally superior” if you want. I don’t care. No, America is not my home. No, I couldn’t vote. It doesn’t matter to me.

But I still very much care about the situation because I am a human being. And I honestly think that’s all that’s needed to do the right thing at the end of the day. If you care about something or somebody other than yourself.

You know politics is whatever but people have forgotten how to be a fucking person and that’s very concerning.

You can play heroes vs villains to your dying day and see how much you’ve “gained” out of doing it then.

Rant over.

White conservative America will vote for whiteness and patriarchy.

White conservative America would rather have Putin in the White House before Kamala Harris.

[dream-with-a-fever]

ginny weasley did not

defend harry against malfoy in flourish and blots when he was picking on him (it’s the first time she ever speaks in front of him)

carry around a horcrux for the better half of a year and realise that something was wrong and try to dispose of it at age 11

get possessed, manipulated and controlled by one of the darkest wizards of all time and live to tell the tale

get forced to write her own farewell note on the wall in blood and walk to her own death

go on as normally as possible afterwards despite the trauma of her first year, because she didn’t want to be a nuisance

make harry a get well soon card after he fell off his broom because of the dementors in third year

tell harry and ron off when making fun of neville for not being able to get a yule ball date

refuse harry as a yule ball date despite having harboured a crush on him for years because she didn’t want to hurt neville

see harry was floundering after hermione & ron left him to do prefect duties and immediately take charge and invite him to come with her

defend luna against bullies, and encourage neville to believe in himself and know his self worth

decide to quit pining for harry because it was a waste of time, instead dating other boys and becoming a solid friend to him

join dumbledore’s army without a second thought, coining the name and even encouraging more ravenclaws to join

call harry out when he was in a downward spiral about being possessed, explained her own experience and remained gracious despite him forgetting her biggest trauma

fill in for harry as seeker in the quidditch team and help them win the quidditch cup that year

reassure harry that he will play quidditch again, when he was feeling low about umbridge’s life long ban

encourage harry to talk to cho if that’s what he’s upset about (putting her own complicated feelings for him aside)

get harry to admit what was actually upsetting him and helping him find a solution

immediately agree to help harry by standing guard outside umbridge’s office despite not knowing any details

call harry out whenever he was being snarky / impatient with her and not take any of his shit

disarm malfoy & the others and escape from umbridge’s office to rush to harry and hermione’s aid

refuse to stay behind at hogwarts stating that she cared for sirius too and wanted to help

go with the others to the DoM in an attempt to save sirius, risking her life and breaking her ankle in the process

refuse to tolerate her brother’s new girlfriend who was being snobbish about her family’s home and lifestyle (but then go on to love and respect her, as they mature)

get invited to join the slug club because of her skill with hexes and not nepotism (the only one who wasn’t invited for that reason)

tell off zabini for laughing at harry about what went down at the DoM

call ron the fuck out when he was borderline slut-shaming her

crash into the commentator’s podium to shut zacharias smith up from talking smack about the gryffindor team

immediately try to intervene when she thought harry was in danger of being possessed by the hbp potions book

tell off dean and seamus for laughing when harry got seriously hurt in quidditch

come to harry’s defence after he attacked malfoy (bc he had to defend himself against an unforgivable curse) and stand up to (one of her) closest friend(s) to do so

step up to play seeker in harry’s place (again) in the quidditch final and winning the cup in his absence (!!!!)

make harry feel “the happiest he had ever been” when they finally got together

make my boy LAUGH 24/7 and bring him (and many others) so much JOY

support harry after dumbledore’s death, knowing when to give him comfort and also space

show unwavering love and loyalty to harry when he was trying to break up with her, claiming she didn’t care about the danger

also ultimately not fight his decision, understanding his need to stop voldemort once and for all, despite her being completely heartbroken

respect harry’s wishes to stay broken up, but still give him the most INSANE kiss ever as a birthday present (and something for him to fight for!!)

return to hogwarts under the rule of deatheaters, despite the target on her back as a blood traitor (also as brother of ron AND ex girlfriend of harry)

take the place of younger students and try to protect them from being tortured by the carrows

start up dumbledore’s army again with neville and rebel against the system, to reek as much havoc as possible at hogwarts

try to steal the sword of gryffindor from snape’s office because they wanted to help the cause as much as possible despite understanding why they needed it and ultimately being punished for it

refuse to stay put in the room of requirement when her family were out risking their lives during the battle and given the chance, immediately joined the fray

comfort an injured younger student at the battle, and stay strong for them, despite having just found out her brother had been killed

duel with bellatrix in the battle and almost lose her life doing it

go through so much and have her trauma be overlooked and forgotten by so many

go on to play QUIDDITCH PROFESSIONALLY in the team she DREAMED of playing for

and then going back to a career in writing (sports correspondent) despite her traumatic experience with the diary

marry the love of her life and have three beautiful children and get the happy ending that she deserves after EVERYTHING????

all for you guys to shit on her the way you do. put some goddamn RESPECT on MISS GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY’S name. she’s NOT a mary sue, she’s NOT a bully, and she’s NOT boring. she’s an ICON.

[basicallyranpoedogawa]

Okay! Batman fans whining about this! Let's see who keeps their rights during a trump presidency!!!

Bruce Wayne! He might have a decent time because he's rich and white. He might get slack for CANONICALLY being jewish.

Dick Grayson, nope! Romani and from a travelling circus? There's no way he'd have a good time, he'd be hatecrimed. And that's not including the few instances of him being canonically bisexual!

Okay, what about Jason Todd? Nope, he lived in crime alley. He was poor. Both Dick and Jason would be tormented by right wing people even after being adopted by Bruce. Dick especially, again Romani heritage.

Tim Drake is one that would normally be a he'd be fine. But he wouldn't. He's canonically bisexual. So despite being a white man from a well off family, he'd be hatecrimed. He wouldn't have a good time at all due to the prevalent homophobia. He likely would not be able to marry Bernard either.

Next, let's see Stephanie Brown. Not well off, she is a woman, and then there was the teen pregnancy. Yes, steph gave the baby up for adoption, but she still wouldn't have had a good time due to sexism and them just hating non rich people. She would be pressured to keep the baby in an America with trump in power.

Damian Wayne would also have it rough. He's not fully white. He'd have an awful time. Racists are comfortable in a trump run America.

Cassandra cain would have the same issue but she's both not white and a woman. She would have to deal with racism and sexism.

Barbara Gordon, like Stephanie and Cass, would have to deal with sexism. She's also disabled so she'd deal with ableism too.

Duke Thomas is up next, and he'd deal with racism. Again, under a trump Presidency, racists run rampant.

Finally, Kate Kane. Batwoman! Jewish and a woman and a lesbian. She'd deal with antisemitism, sexism, and homophobia.

Now, taking all of that into account, would Bruce Wayne be one of those "leave politics out of this" guys? No. He'd like his family and his family's friends/partners to have rights. Because he's literally Batman. Now do you see how it'd be hard to write heroes? Because you lot sure aren't behaving like heroes.

My qualifications for stating all of this is that I'm a 17 year old trans man that is a aspec bi, and Indian. British Indian ethnically! I also read comics frequently and have read enough about Batman and his kids and his kids' partners and his other relatives to know enough to say this. I'm not American but you know when the British aren't laughing at American politics, it must be really bad.

The amount of comic fans, hero fans, I've seen supporting trump or being apolitical and mad politics gets spoken about is insufferable. Do they read with their eyed closed? Comics have always been a political media! Why do you think Batman exists? Because his parents were killed and nobody stopped it. Why is Batman still a thing? Because there's so much crime that gets pushed aside because said criminals are wealthy or high status.

[weneepie]

neighbours w/ eddie brock & venom rules | m.list

note. yes i saw the last Venom movie and no i'm not okay, but let's act like everything's fine okay? <3 feel free to request!

You had been living in the apartment for a while now, and as you weren’t really the type to sympathise with people, you had no idea who your own neighbours were. Until one of them became way too loud for you to ignore. 

It wasn’t like you were doing a really difficult job, even if it was still debatable. Being a writer was making you stay up all night long to keep writing your book with the hope of finally being able to finish it and, one day, find an editor. But the guy living next to you? He was making things impossible for you. 

You had decided to let it pass, hoping that it would simply stop by itself ; but it didn’t. Actually, you could swear it had become worse by the time. So one night, you decided that it was already more than enough, and you left your place to come knock at his door. 

You heard sounds of stuff breaking, a guy talking by himself, until he finally opened the door. He was all alone, and he seemed to be anything but okay. The guy was sweating in his grey hoodie, and he looked completely exhausted. You frowned slightly when he offered you an awkward smile. 

“Hi, I’m sorry about the noise.” He started, and you could only sighed at his words. How could you be angry at a poor guy who seemed to be just as in a bad state as you right now? You slowly shook your hand. “It’s fine, just try to be careful. I’m not sleeping much, but it’s hard to focus with all the noise you’re making.” 

You met his gaze when you heard him murmuring something. What was his problem? You were trying to be nice, there was no way he was really speaking under his breath. “Excuse me?” You asked with an eyebrow raised, and the guy quickly looked back at you. “No, nothing! Sorry again.” And with that, the conversation was over. 

After the ‘incident’, it was always like fate wanted you to meet your neighbour more often than it was the case before. In the elevator, when you were going out of your apartment to put the trash out ; anything. By the time, you learnt that your neighbour’s name was Eddie, and that he was a journalist. Both of you weren’t doing the same job, but you had the same troubles so it felt easy to talk with him, even though Eddie was a bit… strange. 

It was almost like he was never fully comfortable, something being awkward with him all the time. You might have sounded crazy, but you could swear it was like he was never alone in his own mind. Eddie was the type to talk to himself, in a whisper or louder than expected sometimes. You learnt to deal with it, but you couldn’t get out of your head this silly idea that Eddie was hiding something from you. 

One night, after some friends almost forced you to go out with them at the bar, you were walking alone in the street to go back to your apartment. You weren’t even tipsy, as drinking wasn’t much your thing, so you were sure that the noises you heard behind you were more than real. You tried to walk faster, but it was obviously not enough. Soon, your wrist was held by a complete stranger trying to get you to come with him. 

You didn’t have much time to fight him back, because he flew away suddenly. You opened your eyes wide, following his figure crashing in the wall, not understanding what had just happened before your eyes. It didn’t make much more sense when you looked back at where he was before and saw a large dark figure standing in front of you. 

Large white eyes, and even larger teeth going out of a stupidly wide mouth ; you were sure you were about to die here and now. The monster tilted his head to the side, examining your figure before it kind of smiled, making it even creepier than before. “The little human shouldn’t walk alone so late.” His voice was deep, deeper than anything you ever heard in your life before. 

“We’ll walk you back,” it said, and you weren’t sure if you really had the choice to refuse the offer. At least, he didn’t want to eat you alive, it was a good start. “Eddie says you’re nice, and we agree with him.” 

Wait… Eddie? You looked back at the creature with a frown, and you could swear you heard someone yell at the monster under all of those muscles. “Eddie says we can’t tell you he’s here, but he’s hidden,” said the black monster. The more he spoke, and the less you understood what was going on. Until it revealed you the truth hidden for so long. 

The dark figure disappeared, only to leave you in front of your neighbour, Eddie Brock, a black head with sort of tentacles going out of his shoulder. You blinked a few times, completely at loss of words. Eddie had this awkward smile on his lips, trying to find the right words. The silence felt like an eternity, so many thoughts flooding in your mind. 

“That’s Venom. You weren’t supposed to meet him, or to know he was… well, me? Kinda.” You frowned, your eyes now locked on Eddie’s face who wasn’t helping you at all to understand everything. “Venom? You have an alien inside of you?” You almost snapped at him, the confusion too strong to think straight. “

“A symbiote, but yeah, technically an alien,” he said, and a sigh escaped your lips. You had so many questions ; and now that you knew, you weren’t going to give Eddie the choice to explain everything or not. You needed to know what was really happening, and how it was even possible. 

This is how you ended up staying almost the whole night at Eddie’s place, with him and the symbiote explaining to you the situation. You quickly understood that it wasn’t a simple possession ; Eddie was a host and they both had this kind of situationship a bit weird that was going on. Venom was way less terrifying now that you saw him bickering with your neighbour. You could almost think he was fun, but it was too early for this. 

But after this, you started to spend even more time with your neighbour. Him and his symbiote, of course. Sometimes, when they were fighting too much, Venom would leave his host to come hide with you for some time. Not too long, because hurting you was the last thing he wanted, but enough to run away from Eddie. The man was never too worried, because he knew exactly where his stupid symbiote was. 

It was a weird dynamic between the three of you, but it was something which was working pretty well. You were spending hours and hours at Eddie’s place to write while he was working on his articles, and Venom would alway complain about how boring it was to have you both working at the same time while he had nothing to do. The symbiote was an attention seeker, you learnt that quickly. 

And when things began to evolve between you and Eddie, you knew Venom would always be implicated too. You didn’t expect to be in a relationship so soon, but even less in a polyamorous thing with a man and an alien. But nothing could go wrong, right? There was absolutely no reason to be worried, or at least it was what you were trying to say to yourself. 

But you were right. It was, actually, even better than what you had imagined. Eddie was the sweetest man you ever met, always taking care of everything for you and making sure you were doing good. It was probably the most safe and sane relationship you ever had, and it was strange to say that. Because Venom was the same, in his way. 

He was a bit clumsy, most of the time, but he was always trying his best. You never felt uncomfortable, even if he could be pretty bold or franc sometimes. It was part of his charm, you had to say. When he started to share his chocolate with you, you knew he was doing the biggest step to someone in his whole life. 

After all, it wasn’t so bad to be living in this shitty apartment.

thank you for reading!

[awkward-fink]

I need sleeping positions with graves, Kate and Keegan. I just love it too much. (And them!)

Hey!! I am so sorry it took me a while to get this done! But I had to do some research into Keegan and Laswell. And Graves as well. I hope my portrayal of them kind of fits and you have fun reading this. Thank you so much for your question, I loved writing this. I was so happy to get your ask in my inbox, I nearly happy danced^^ But on with the show, enjoy! (and if I made some mis-portrayal or some mistakes, please be kind and let me know so that i can rework it? Thanks!)

Sleeping Positions with them III

Keegan P.  Russ

Thank God this man isn‘t as heavy built as some of his colleagues

Yes, he is muscled and trained, and muscles weigh more than fat, but he is still less heavy than, say, Ghost

Because this man here is laying on top of you, halfway or fully, covering your body, but his head and his arms need to be able to move. His body slotting in between your legs, his chest on yours, his head at your neck breathing you in, his arms at both sides of your torse, free. This is how he sleeps most of the time.

I say, able to move, but Keegan doesn’t move. Once he found his spot, his position, he falls asleep quick and then he won’t move anymore

He is a sniper; he has learned to stay motionless for extended periods of time and sleep is NO exception for him!

You can twist and turn underneath him, can boop him, kiss him, grumble at him, he wont move, he wont even wake. Because you are safe beneath him and he can always touch you, you can’t leave

But if there is even the softest of sounds that isn’t normal in the apartment, a weird reflection of light glinting in the windows, this man is awake and aware faster than you know

He sleeps like the dead, a stone, unmoving and heavy. And sometimes he snores softly, it is becoming a lullaby to you by this time

You hadn’t been allowed to sleep with until he really trusted you, he couldn’t have rested before that

He wears old sweatpants, a few holes are alright, an old shirt and sometimes even socks to bed (you can get cold feet as a sniper, laying motionless for hours or days. Some things are hard to shake, even in bed.)

Kate Laswell

She is a strong woman, in control, steadfast and loyal. She is stern to those under her command, supporting her colleagues and friends. Her love language is acts of service.

Why am I telling you this?

Because she loves to be held in bed, loves to be the little spoon, to just shed all signs of leadership and bask in the presence of the person she loves

If she can’t be the little spoon, she will hook her pinky finger around yours, or grab onto your arm or shoulder

She murmurs sweet nothings in her sleep and burrows as close to you as she can, sometimes even partly underneath you.

Needs a weighted blanket if you are not there to fall asleep, if you are with her then she just needs your arm over her stomach.

If you lay on your back, she is slotted right against your side, her head on your shoulder

If you wake in the middle of the night to go pee, she will sleepily walk behind you, one hand holding onto your shirt as she follows you with closed eyes and grumblingly pleading for bed again

Turns on Koala-mode if she is sick, clinging to your back or front and will never let go until she is fit again…. Trying times…

Kate wears soft pajamas to bed, older model but chic, comfort over looks. It keeps her warm

Phillip Graves

Has the biggest bed of all of them, the most expensive beddings, the most luscious blankets

Listen, he is calling the shots here, he is *deserving* of only the best things, the most decadent of entertainment as well

So, let’s be clear, he is sleeping on his back, in the middle of the bed, legs spread out and one arm underneath his pillow (where a gun is hidden, you can never be too careful)

He gracefully lets you rest in between his legs, your stomach on his hips and your head on his chest. The hand not underneath his pillow is buried underneath your sleeping clothes, groping you even while he sleeps

He has a decadent soft blanket which you must share with him. Not because he doesn’t want you to have one, but because you are his as well and the only place for you is against him, on top of him, or with your legs tangled with his own

In contrast to his luxurious bed and bedding he wears an old, clean shirt to bed and form fitting boxer shorts

Also, he is making sure that you only wear the most comfortable and expensive clothing to bed, or nothing at all.

He will keep you warm, don’t worry Honey, just stay close to him, he is a furnace, and he will take good care of you

He loves it when your hands are on his hips while you both sleep, or when you hug his middle, your head on the spot his heart beats underneath

Because Graves, also just wants someone to love him, to hold him, to feel safe and comfortable with

So, it will take time until you join him in his bed, at least this bed. (He totally has another one for “sleeping activities” with flings, ONS and others, and not for resting.)

But when you reach this phase, you are golden. He invested in you, time and money and trust and emotions, he won’t let you go again without a fight.

[naomi-nana]

hi ! how does suo, sakura and kaji (of u write him) when they annoy the hell out of the reader (playfully) and the reader doesn’t want to talk to him anymore how do they comfort the sulking reader?? thank u! i hope you dont die

apology (un)accepted! . wind breaker

where wbk men annoys the hell out of you and you sulk. how do they convince you to forgive them?

featuring : suou hayato, sakura haruka, kaji ren.

cw : fluff fluff fluff, sakura and kaji not being able to apologize, kisses in suou(i just like him ok)

a/n : OHMYGOD ITS ALMOST THE END OF THE YEAR—and i just wrote this?!?! this request has been sitting in my inbox for MONTHS... anon u might as well be dusty rn😕😕🙏 also that last part... r u threatening me😱😱

KAJI REN :

seriously? you're upset over that? he knows you're a little sensitive sometimes, but he didn't expect you to be this sensitive. he just put your water bottle on top of the fridge and laughs at you because you couldn't reach it, and now you're mad at him because of it. he's been 'trying' to apologize, but you would just ignore him.

well, of course, since his apology attempt is just him trying to make small talk with you. he's not good with it, okay? he's been trying to get you to talk just atleast a little, offering you one of his candies, sitting besides you, and even took off his headphone to put besides you and act as if he had lost it so you could give it back to him. he was sure you both would talk like normal again after that, but he was oh so wrong.

you were still upset.

after many unsuccessful 'apology' attempts, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and text his friend, kusumi, to ask for advice. he knows that kusumi probably has never been in a relationship before, but he's great at communicating with people. so he could probably help him, that's what kaji thought. after texting him, kusumi told kaji to "just apologize directly and everything will be okay:)".

well, that doesn't help. after reading kusumi's text for what felt like an hour, he finally mustered up the courage to approach you on the sofa and apologize. "sorry, for earlier." you were happy that he actually apologized, but you want him to be more genuine. so you told him that. "ugh, i'm sorry, okay? dont...ignore me like that again, dumbass."

he may have called you a dumbass, but you're 100% sure that he didn't mean it.

SUOU HAYATO :

would immediately notice your change in behaviour, and he would immediately apologize. but, you being you, stays upset for the whole day. he is so confused on what to do. he offers you tea, he apologized again, but you still won't budge. what do you want him to do? get on his knees so you would forgive him?

well, he can do that. when he does, you immediately told him to stand up and asks what he's doing. "what do you mean? i'm just asking for your forgiveness, love." he says, as if stating the obvious. you waved both your hands in panic infront of your face, saying that he doesn't have to go that far for your forgiveness.

"oh? what do you want me to do, then?" he asked once again, and you go quiet. your fingers are trembling because you can't just possibly tell him to do whatever you want for your forgiveness. but you did anyway. not with your words, but with your actions. you lift your hand and use your finger to point to your lips, asking him to kiss you.

his eyes went wide slightly before he chuckled and approached you. he grabbed you by your chin and gave you a peck on your lips. he pulled back then whispered, "if you want that as an apology, you could've said so since the beginning."

SAKURA HARUKA :

oh, oh no. he's upset that you're upset. well, he's not angry at you. he's confused as to why you would get so upset over a simple little joke. all he did was hid your phone under the pillows in the living room, pretended not to see it—although it failed because he's bad at stifling his laughs, then reveals it to you. he doesn't understand why you would get upset over that.

not only that, sakura is the WORSE(with italic and bold) at apologizing. even worse than kaji. he has way too much pride in himself to actually apologize, which make this predicament much worser for the both of you. but of course, since you're his lovely partner, he'd try his best to apologize to you.

it took a lot of practice in the bathroom, and he finally had the courage to approach you and apologize, even though he is still stuttering. but, when he had the courage, an hour has passed already, and you aren't even upset at him anymore. so when he came up to you and mumbled, "hey, i'm... um... s-sorry, y'know. for earlier. i didn't mean to hurt your feelings." you just chuckled softly at him before quickly pulling him into a hug. you tell him that no, you're not upset anymore at him, and that you appreciate his effort to apologize at you by practicing his apology over and over again for an hour.

he asks you to never mention that last part ever again.

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SWAN LAKE ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

( reader x park sunghoon )

IN WHICH: every night, at 2am, park sunghoon meets his dream girl by a swan lake, and she’s always there for him.

BTW: omg why is this man so whimsical and angelic, i haven’t been able to write anything good 4 jw cause of hoon.

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the sky stretched wide and endless, an ocean of soft lavender and indigo. the air was warm, and the grass beneath unghoon’s feet felt like a gentle whisper against his skin as he walked.

his movements were slow, almost as if he weren’t quite in control, as if something beyond him was guiding him forward, leading him to this place.

a flower field. the wild blooms — delicate petals of pale pink, lavender, and white — seemed to sway in rhythm with the breeze, a soft lullaby in the air.

sunghoon didn’t know how he got here, but he never really did. he never asked questions when he found himself in this world. there was no need. it was as though this place had always been waiting for him.

he walked without thinking, his feet moving of their own accord, pulling him gently toward the lake in the distance. the trees around the lake swayed like silent guardians, their leaves shimmering under the soft moonlight.

and there you were — by the water's edge.

you crouched down on the soft grass, your presence serene and otherworldly. a handful of crumbs scattered gently around you, and swans glided, their pure white feathers almost glowing against the silvery surface of the water. the scene was peaceful, suspended in time, like something from a forgotten dream.

sunghoon stopped at the edge of the lake, his gaze drawn to you, mesmerized by the way the moonlight seemed to caress your face, as if the night itself had chosen you. your skin seemed to shimmer faintly, as though you were made of light itself.

every night, you were here. and every night, he found himself returning to you, though he had no memory of how or why. still, he knew you were the one constant in this world, the one thing that made everything else feel right.

sunghoon stepped closer, careful not to disturb the calm. his heart beat just a little faster.

"you’re here," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper, unsure if it was meant for you or for himself. you turned toward him, throwing him a smile, soft and knowing, like you had been expecting him all along.

"i’m always here," you replied, your voice like a breeze, light and comforting. you didn't stand, didn't move to greet him, but your presence alone was enough. always enough.

you let your gaze linger on him with warmth, as though you could see into his soul, into the places he kept hidden, untouched.

the swans, serene and majestic, circled around her, gliding effortlessly on the glassy surface of the lake. for a moment, everything around you seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you and the gentle rustle of the night.

sunghoon felt an ache in his chest, an unfamiliar pull. he wanted to say something, to ask, but the words felt fragile, too heavy to speak aloud. instead, he just watched you, the way the soft light danced around the dream, the way you seemed to belong here, as though this place and the stillness of the world were woven into your very being.

you caught his gaze again, a glimmer of something deeper in that bright color of your eyes eyes. "you don’t have to ask me again sunghoon," you said softly. "i will always be here, for you."

and somehow, in the quiet, he understood. he understood that this place was your place, the lake and the swans and the soft flowers that whispered in the breeze.

he wanted to stay, to hold onto this moment forever, but the pull of the world beyond this dream was strong, and he knew — without knowing how — that the night would end. but for now, in the stillness, he was content to simply be with you.

the swans dipped their heads into the water, and the soft ripples mirrored the quiet, unspoken connection between them.

your voice broke the silence again, soft and tender. "it’s almost time, but you’ll come back to me, won’t you?"

he nodded, a quiet promise forming in his chest. "always."

and with that, the dream began to shift, the world around them starting to fade. but he held onto the image of you, your smile, your calm, like a lifeline in the sea of uncertainty. as the soft hum of his alarm and the light of a new day claimed him once more, he knew he would return.

he always did.

the morning passed in a blur. sunghoon went through his usual routine — shower, breakfast, the mundane tasks that set the tone for the day.

though his mind kept drifting back to you. it was hard not to, even though he knew you wouldn’t be there, not in the world he walked through every day. yet, there was something about this routine that always made him search for you, like an echo he couldn’t shake.

as he sat in his lecture, eyes scanning the room, he found himself looking for you in the faces around him. every glance seemed to pull at him, a quiet ache in his chest when he couldn’t find what he was looking for.

sometimes, when he was lost in thought, he’d find himself staring at someone, expecting to see you in their eyes, hoping maybe this time, the person sitting next to him would be you.

but of course, they never were. and he always felt the disappointment settle like a weight on his chest. no one ever looked quite like you.

he was so lost in his thoughts that he barely noticed when the professor called an end to class, his voice snapping him out of the trance he hadn’t even realized he’d slipped into.

as the room began to clear out, and sunghoon quickly gathered his things, his mind still on you, on the lake, on the feeling of your presence that stayed with him even in the waking world.

without thinking, he made his way to the patio outside, where the small artificial lake sat in the courtyard. it wasn’t as grand as the one in his dreams, but it was enough. the water was calm, the soft murmur of the fountain in the middle of it echoing in the quiet. sunghoon sat on a bench near the edge, gazing out at the lake, lost in his thoughts again.

his heart ached with something he couldn’t name. the feeling of being torn between two worlds, neither one fully real, neither one fully his.

he stayed like that for a few minutes, just breathing, letting the cool air and the distant sounds of campus life wash over him. but the peaceful silence didn’t last long. voices interrupted his solitude — laughter, the shuffle of footsteps.

sunghoon turned slightly, finding heeseung and jungwon approaching him, both of them wearing concerned looks.

"hey," heeseung said, his voice light but with a hint of worry. "we’ve been looking everywhere for you. what’s up? you left class in a hurry."

jungwon mirrored his friend’s expression, tilting his head. "are you okay? you seemed kind of out of it."

sunghoon blinked, momentarily disoriented as he came back to reality. he wasn’t used to his friends seeing him like this, lost in his own head. he gave them a small smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

"yeah," he said, his voice a little distant, "i’m fine. just… needed some air."

heeseung raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it, but he didn’t push. instead, he plopped down next to sunghoon on the bench, nudging him lightly with his shoulder. "you sure? you've been kinda off lately. it’s not like you to zone out in class so much."

jungwon leaned against the railing, arms crossed, looking down at the water. "you’ve been acting weird for a while now," he said, his voice quieter, almost concerned. "is something on your mind?"

sunghoon didn’t answer right away. how could he? how could he explain to them the strange pull he felt, the dream world that was always there, waiting for him? the girl he’d never seen, but always knew, the feeling of her presence that never quite left him, no matter how many hours he spent awake.

instead, he just sighed, running a hand through his hair. "i don’t know," he muttered. "just… thinking about stuff."

"stuff?" heeseung pressed. "like what?"

sunghoon looked out at the lake, unsure how to explain the emptiness he felt, the constant ache he couldn’t quite shake. he wanted to say something — anything — but the words seemed to slip away before they could take form.

"nothing," he finally said, quieter now, his voice almost lost in the soft noise of campus life around them, "just nothing."

his friends exchanged a glance, but they didn’t push him further. instead, jungwon spoke up with a half-smile, trying to lighten the mood. "well, if you’re ever up for talking, you know we’re here."

heeseung and jungwon didn’t linger on the topic for long. after a moment of quiet, heeseung broke the silence, his voice light and teasing.

“by the way,” he said, glancing at sunghoon, “everything’s set for the camping trip next weekend. jake’s been texting you non-stop, asking if you’re coming. he’s worried you won’t show up since you haven’t replied to any of his messages.”

sunghoon blinked, momentarily pulled from his thoughts. camping trip? he’d almost forgotten.

it was something they did every year, a weekend getaway with their friend group — just to unwind, get away from the grind of school or uni, and have some fun. he usually looked forward to it, but this time, the thought felt distant.

“right,” sunghoon murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. “i’ll go.”

heeseung raised an eyebrow. “you sure? we’ve been trying to get you involved in stuff, but you keep slipping away from our fingers. like you’ve been spending your time in something else.”

“i’m fine,” sunghoon said, forcing a small smile. “i’ll be there. tell jake i’ll go.”

jungwon nodded, though he still looked a little skeptical. “alright, if you say so. but we’re going to need you to actually answer his calls this time, okay? no disappearing on your friends.”

“i won’t,” sunghoon replied, though his thoughts were already elsewhere.

"alright, cool," heeseung said, standing up and giving him a playful shove. "you better not bail on us last minute. jake’s already planning the whole thing around you."

sunghoon smiled faintly, standing up as well, though his gaze lingered on the lake a moment longer before he turned to follow his friends. "i promise i won’t," he said, more to himself than anyone else.

heeseung and jungwon headed back toward campus, talking about the trip, their voices fading into the distance. sunghoon walked a few steps behind them, his mind once again wandering. the camping trip was something he’d usually be excited for.

he shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts, and quickened his pace to catch up with his friends. for now, the real world was waiting, and he had to find his way back to it. even if it felt a little more empty than usual.

the dream that night felt different, darker somehow. sunghoon drifted into sleep, but when he closed his eyes, it wasn’t the peaceful dreamscape he was used to. this time, the world was cold. the sky was a heavy shade of gray, and a relentless rain poured down in sheets, soaking everything. the air was thick, suffocating, as if the weight of it was pressing on his chest. nothing felt right.

he stood in the middle of it, feeling his clothes stick to his skin, the wetness seeping through him, but his gaze was locked on the lake in the distance. it was quieter than it should have been. no swans gliding across the water, no soft ripples breaking the surface. just you.

you stood there, alone, at the water’s edge, staring out into the endless, gray horizon. your hair clung to your face, wet strands dripping down your cheeks, and your clothes were soaked through, clinging to your form as if the storm had claimed you. the sight of you, so different from the peaceful, ethereal presence he was used to, twisted something in his gut.

he ran toward you, his heart pounding loudly as he called out. “y/n? what happened? what’s going on?”

you didn’t turn to him right away. you just stood there, staring into the distance, as if you hadn’t even heard him. he could see the tears in your eyes, and the sight of them made his chest tighten in a way he couldn’t explain.

it wasn’t just the storm, the rain, the chaos — it was the look on your face, something he’d never seen before. You were hurting.

finally, you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper, carried away by the wind and rain. “sunghoon,” you said. “i need you to tell me what you feel about me.”

sunghoon froze. his heart skipped a beat. his mouth went dry. he wanted to answer, but the words seemed tangled in his throat, as if saying them might somehow break something. or maybe it was the fear that they wouldn’t change anything at all — that no matter how much he said, the outcome wouldn’t be what he hoped for, because at the end of the day, you were just a fragment of his imagination.

but your eyes were still on him, waiting, expecting.

he took a step closer, unsure of what to do. “i… i don’t know why it matters,” he stammered. “what would it change?”

you didn’t reply at first. you just looked at him, your eyes wide with something he couldn’t read, something deeper than the sadness that clung to you. the wind whipped around him, the rain stinging his skin, but all he could focus on was you.

“you can tell me,” you said again, softer this time. “what is it really?”

sunghoon closed his eyes for a moment, the weight of the question pressing on him. he had always felt it — this deep, almost overwhelming pull toward you, this ache in his chest that was like a constant companion. you were his dream girl, his perfect vision, the one he could never reach. the one who wasn’t real, and yet, somehow, felt more real than anything else.

his mind raced, his heart was a mess of thoughts and feelings, and he wondered if saying it out loud would somehow ruin everything — if confessing the depth of his feelings would make you disappear, like something too fragile to touch.

but the rain kept falling, and the cold seeping into his bones wouldn’t go away. you were still standing there, waiting. so, finally, he whispered the truth, though it felt like it might tear him apart.

“i love you,” he said, the words slipping from his lips in a breathless rush. “i’ve always loved you, since the day i first saw you. you’re everything. and when i’m awake… it’s like you’re still there, calling to me. but you are never there.”

he waited for you to say something, to do something. but instead, you stepped back, your face falling into a quiet sorrow. the storm raged around you, but all he could see was the way you trembled, the way your shoulders shook as if the weight of the world had suddenly settled on you.

his heart broke. no, no, this isn’t how it was supposed to be. why are you crying?

“no, please don’t cry,” he begged, stepping closer, but the space between you felt impossibly wide. “please, don’t. i need you. i need you to stay. why — why are you crying?”

you wiped your eyes, though the tears kept falling, mixing with the rain on your face. “i’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice barely audible above the storm. “i wish i could stay. i know i promised to be here, but i can’t. i’m not real. i can't stay in this world.”

sunghoon felt his chest tighten, the panic starting to rise in his throat. “no, don’t say that. i don’t care. i don’t care if it’s real or not, i just need you to stay. you mean everything to me.”

you shook your head, your lips trembling as you took a step back, the distance growing between you like an invisible wall. “you don’t understand. i can’t stay here. it’s not my dream, it’s yours.”

sunghoon reached for you, desperate, his heart hammering in his chest. “then tell me! if it’s my dream, tell me why i can’t make you stay, what’s wrong, why are you leaving?” he pleaded.

but you only looked at him, your gaze full of sorrow and something else — something he couldn’t name. “you’ll find the answer soon, i can’t be here anymore.”

the words hit him like a blow. “no, please — don’t go.”

you took another step back, your form beginning to blur, the rain washing over you as you faded, like a memory slipping through his fingers. “maybe… when the time is right, you’ll find me again at the swan lake. but now, you have to let me go, sunghoon.”

sunghoon’s breath caught in his throat. “i won’t forget you. i won’t — ”

but then you were gone. the storm, the rain, the lake — it all vanished in an instant. and he was left standing alone, drenched, the emptiness clawing at him. he called out, but there was no answer. no echo. just the hollow silence of the world without you.

sunghoon woke with a jolt, his chest tight and his heart racing, the remnants of the dream lingering in the darkness. he lay there in his bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to shake the feeling that something was slipping through his fingers.

his body restless under the blankets, the room too still, too empty. the darkness felt suffocating, pressing in on him, as if it were mocking him. the world outside was quiet, but inside, his thoughts roared, each one louder than the last, each one circling back to you.

he squeezed his eyes shut, desperate to sleep, desperate to return to that world, to you. but it felt impossible. there was no comfort in the thought of closing his eyes anymore. he couldn’t shake the fear that if he fell asleep, he wouldn’t find you. you wouldn’t be there, waiting for him at the edge of the lake.

his heart clenched at the thought, and he turned over. his body felt heavy, exhausted from the emotional turmoil, but his mind refused to rest.

his hand went to his chest, and for a moment, he let the silence of the room envelop him. maybe it’s just a nightmare he tried to reason, though the thought didn’t sit well with him. maybe that wasn’t dream you, but nightmare you. but even as he thought that, a part of him recoiled. he didn’t want to let go.

he rubbed his eyes, exhausted, but sleep still felt like a cruel joke. he didn’t know how long he laid there, but eventually, he sank deeper into bed, hoping, praying that when he closed his eyes, he would be pulled back to the place where you waited for him.

but no matter how much he wished, no matter how many times he closed his eyes, you didn’t appear. there was no lake, no soft glow of moonlight, no ethereal swans gliding across the water. just darkness. just silence.

he was completely alone.

the next week was a blur for sunghoon. he barely slept, running on nothing but coffee and the remnants of his dreams, which now felt like cruel taunts rather than escapes. he couldn’t shake the emptiness inside him, that gnawing sense that something was missing.

and no matter how hard he tried to focus, to convince himself that he was just tired or stressed, the truth lingered in the back of his mind like a shadow that wouldn’t leave.

his friends noticed, of course. heeseung would throw concerned glances at him, jungwon would nudge him every time he spaced out, but no one knew what was really going on. they didn’t know the world he kept slipping into at night, or how the weight of his unspoken feelings was slowly crushing him.

by the time the camping trip arrived, sunghoon barely felt like he was even present. the drive out to the site, the laughter of his friends, the hustle of setting up tents — it all felt like background noise.

everyone was too caught up in their own excitement, their own energy, to notice how empty he was. how far away his thoughts were from reality.

heeseung, always perceptive, was the first to speak up. “hey, sunghoon,” he called, throwing a glance over his shoulder as he worked on getting the tent pegs in the ground. “could you go grab some wood for the fire. we’ll need it soon.”

sunghoon nodded, too tired to protest. he didn’t care. the physical exertion would be a welcome distraction, something to occupy his hands, to make his body move, instead of just floating through everything like a ghost.

he dragged himself toward the nearby woods, the sounds of his friends fading into the background. the path ahead was shaded and quiet, and as he stumbled through the underbrush, his mind wandered again, tracing the memories of the dream. when will i ever see you again? it was the only thought that filled his mind, over and over, louder than anything else.

he didn’t even notice when his feet began to follow a small trail of flower petals scattered along the path until the first one caught his eye.

he paused, his brow furrowing in confusion. the petals were soft, delicate, each one a perfect, pale shade of white with hints of lavender. they seemed out of place here in the woods, where the earth was muddy and the trees blocked out the sky. but still, they led him forward, each step drawing him deeper into the woods, each petal leading him toward something he couldn’t yet name.

he crouched down to examine the trail, his fingers brushing against the petals as if afraid to disturb them. am i asleep? he thought, half-expecting to turn around and find nothing. it felt like a sign — something that could break through the endless emptiness inside him.

he stood up, his heart picking up its pace as he began to follow the trail, his senses sharpened in the thick quiet of the forest. he wasn’t sure what he was hoping for. maybe it was a moment of peace, something to make the aching stop. but part of him feared what it might lead to.

but as he walked, the trail of petals grew clearer, more distinct. they led him toward a small clearing, surrounded by tall trees, the light filtering through the leaves in muted beams. and then he saw it.

there, in the center of the clearing, was a small lake.

his breath caught in his throat.

it’s the lake. the one from his dreams.

the water was perfectly still, reflecting the gray sky above, with an eerie silence that felt too familiar. swans danced in the water surface as they calmly went about.

and this time, you were there.

standing at the edge of the water, just like before. your hair hung around your face, but this time, it wasn’t the stormy scene from his dream. you looked different — more peaceful, like a soft glow radiated from you, the only thing that seemed untouched by the harshness of the world around you, still, you looked like he could reach out to you, and finally feel something.

sunghoon's heart raced as he stepped forward, his feet moving almost instinctively, drawn to you like a magnet. “you’re here,” he whispered, barely able to believe it.

but you turned to him, and for a moment, everything else faded away. the ache in his chest, the exhaustion in his bones, the worries that had followed him for days — all of it seemed to vanish in the presence of your eyes, the warmth of your gaze.

“sunghoon,” you said softly, your voice breaking the silence like the gentle ripple of water. “i knew you’d find me.”

his breath caught in his throat, and all the words that had been building up inside him — the confessions, the questions — were suddenly impossible to say. he stepped closer, his hands trembling as he reached out, afraid that if he touched you, you would disappear again.

please don’t go. the words were stuck in his throat.

“why?” he finally managed to ask, his voice shaking. “why now? why here?”

you looked at him, your face filled with an expression he couldn’t quite read, a mix of sadness and something else. regret, or maybe love.

“i am sorry for everything,” you said quietly. “for the bad dream.” your voice faltered, and you glanced down at the water, as if the question hung in the air between you. "but it’s not a bad dream anymore. i’m here, with you. and i’m real, and you are too."

sunghoon’s heart skipped, and the words you didn’t say hung heavy between you, both of you feeling the weight of things unsaid. he was close now, close enough to see the faint tremor in your hands, and the vulnerability in your eyes. close enough to see that you were real. he reached out again, his fingers gently tracing the edge of your wrist, grounding himself in the warmth of your presence.

“i didn’t know how to find you," he admitted, his voice soft and raw, "not in that world… not without losing everything.”

you exhaled, a quiet sound that almost seemed like a sigh of relief. there was something in his eyes, something that made you feel like you were finally seeing him — really seeing him — for the first time since everything had fractured. you had thought it would be impossible, but here, in the quiet space between you, it didn’t feel impossible anymore.

“i didn’t want you to think you had to give up anything for someone who didn’t exist,” you said, avoiding his gaze for a moment, the words so fragile you almost didn’t speak them.

“but i would have,” he replied without hesitation, his fingers now lightly cupping your hand. "i would have done anything, if it meant… if it meant you stayed." his voice cracked, and he let the silence settle between you both, the unspoken truth heavier than anything either of you had ever said out loud.

you finally met his gaze, eyes soft but unwavering. “sunghoon, you don’t understand yet,” you murmured, “those dreams, you were in mine too. but they weren’t exactly dreams.”

a part of you knew the weight of those words — how close they were to the truth, but how much more delicate they became the moment you spoke them aloud.

he squeezed your hand, as if to hold onto you, to make sure you were real. “i’m glad you’re here.”

sunghoon’s fingers tightened around yours as the realization slowly seeped into his mind — like a quiet epiphany that had been waiting to be acknowledged. he hadn’t fully understood it before, but now, in the soft light of the moment, he began to piece it together. the dreams. the moments when you were so real to him, yet so impossibly far away. they were like a vision. it all made sense in a way he couldn’t have explained to anyone else.

you and i weren’t meant to meet in that world, he thought, his chest tightening with the weight of this truth. but somehow… we did.

his gaze shifted to the horizon, where the fading light of the setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, and for a fleeting second, he could almost see it — the distant echo of a future that hadn’t yet happened, but which now felt inevitable.

“do you remember?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “the way we met… in the dream? it felt like... like i was searching for you. like i was always supposed to find you.”

you nodded slowly, your eyes soft but distant, as if you were looking at something only you could see. “i felt it too. that pull. like it wasn’t just me... but something else guiding you.”

he let out a breath, his mind trying to wrap around the idea. “it wasn’t just a dream, was it? it was like... a message. like i was meant to find you, no matter how far away you seemed.”

your eyes flickered with something — understanding, maybe, or a bittersweet longing. “it was the only way for you to really find me. for us to meet."

sunghoon’s breath hitched. his thoughts swirled as if time itself had looped in a way he couldn’t fully explain. the dreams now seemed like fragments of something far more complex than he had ever imagined. they were glimpses — glimpses of a future, or a past, or perhaps a version of himself that knew more than he did.

“a message,” he repeated softly, more to himself than to you. “to find you. to make sure i didn’t miss you again.”

you gave him a quiet smile, your eyes a mix of wonder and acceptance, as if you understood the gravity of what was unfolding between you both. “it’s funny,” you said, your voice carrying a touch of warmth, “i really did think i would never found you, until you found me.”

he turned to look at you, his heart swelling with something he couldn’t put into words. it wasn’t just relief, or joy, or even love. it was everything — everything he’d ever felt for you, all of it compressed into this one moment where nothing else mattered. the world felt smaller now, less uncertain, and he was finally where he was always meant to be. here, with you.

“so…” he said, his voice cracking slightly, “we were never meant to meet in those dreams. but we did anyway.”

you nodded, and for a moment, everything felt like it clicked into place. “i think,” you whispered, “it takes more than just one life to bring two people together. maybe we had to be strangers in one world, so we could be something more in this one.”

sunghoon’s breath caught in his chest, the weight of that truth wrapping around him like a tender embrace. the connection between you both, no matter how inexplicable, was real. and it was here. in this moment. in this life.

he looked at you, his hand still holding yours, the gravity of the realization grounding him. “i don’t know how this happened,” he said, voice thick with emotion, “but i’m so glad it did.”

you smiled, the first genuine smile he’d seen from you in what felt like forever, and it was like the sun had finally risen on a new day for both of you. "me too, hoon," you whispered, "me too."

and somehow, the future that had once seemed so far away, so unreachable, felt closer now. the world, vast and endless, was no longer a place of uncertainty. not when you were standing next to him. together, in this life.

and there you two stood, before the swan lake, the calm waters mirroring the colors of the fading sky. the air was still, carrying only the soft rustle of leaves and the distant call of birds. time seemed to slow, as if everything around you was holding its breath.

the years of searching, the longing that had once felt endless, were now nothing more than memories fading into the twilight. there was only the present, this quiet space where everything had aligned perfectly. where the dream had finally given way to reality, and you were no longer two strangers bound by an impossible connection, but two people who had truly found each other.

the lake before you seemed to reflect that truth, its surface smooth and uninterrupted, save for the slow movement of swans gliding gracefully across, their feathers glowing in the last light of day. the scene was serene, timeless, as if nature itself was acknowledging the sacredness of the moment.

in this quiet, under the stretch of the open sky, you understood that everything had led you here. not through dreams, not through impossible hopes, but through something deeper — something real. the distance between you was no longer measured in miles or years or lost moments, but in the quiet certainty that you were here, together, in the now.

the world seemed to fall away, and in the space between heartbeats, you knew you had found something more than just each other. you had something more than just a dream.

EXTRA:

masterlist.

read something similar: angel food !

[ltleflrt]

For a fic premise you'd write: "Dean in his thirties, gets in a car crash and dies. Castiel moves into the apartment Dean once had while alive. Dean haunts Castiel who can somehow see him. Castiel helps him resolve unfinished business from when he was alive."

I have two ways I would take this:

Happy ending: It turns out Dean was actually in a long term coma all along, and after Castiel solves the mystery of who poisoned Dean into apparent brain-death, Dean wakes up from the coma and goes to find him. Castiel isn't aware of Dean being in a coma until late in the story, as he's figuring out the "murder mystery". He visits Dean in the hospital when he finds out, while Dean's "ghost" is stuck at the apartment. He sneaks a single kiss, and then goes off to have Dean's villain arrested. Dean's ghost is gone when he gets home. He's afraid that Dean won't remember him, so he doesn't seek him out. But when he answers the knock at the door, he's SO happy and SO relieved to find Dean on the other side. Dean immediately kisses him, before even saying hello.

Sad/Bittersweet ending: The reason Castiel can see Dean is because he has a terminal disease that he hasn't been diagnosed with yet. During the course of the story, he gets sicker and sicker, and treatment after treatment fails. He's so terrified of the looming end of his life, but he's also falling in love with this ghost haunting him and providing him comfort. And he's determined to solve Dean's murder before he's not able to anymore. He does solve it, but he ends up in hospice almost immediately after turning in his evidence to the authorities. In the end, Dean's ghost is with him as he passes away, and he's not scared anymore, because he'll be with Dean. He closes his eyes one last time, and opens them again to see Dean, looking more real and substantial than he did as a ghost, standing next to his bed. He let's Dean pull him up and kiss him, and he doesn't even notice everyone behind him crying over his remains. That's not his life anymore, and he's going to spend eternity with the man he loves.

EITHER WAY, I AM GOING TO MAKE YOU ALL CRY SO MUCH 😈

[laciefuyu]

I forgot how much I adore Artem Wing and NXX dynamics until my writer block finally gone and start writing for fanfiction again.

[deoidesign]

My comic is so pretty...

The hiatus is letting me take a little extra time on these episodes, and I'm definitely putting it to good use!!!

[hella1975]

there's a very specific kind of vibe that comes with living with your friends in final year that it just does not have in first year or even second year. like as a fresher it's usually the first time any of you have lived away from home let alone with SO MANY people your age and it's terrifying and exciting and randomised to boot so it's generally carnage for a whole year in the best and worst ways, and then second year you pick who you're living with and it feels like for the first time you're doing this adult thing PROPERLY. you have a place of your own now. these are the people you've chosen to live with. studying gets serious etc. but it's still fresh. it's still new. you still don't know how to navigate it. but final year? final year is when you actually get it right. you know how to manage your time better. you know what works for you and what doesn't. studying is the main focus and you've been out in the world for three years now and it's not loud and boisterous like it was in first year and you're not exciteable and awkward like you were in second year. you're comfortable. every single one of my flatmates has their own friend group and we mainly keep to our own social circles, but we'll still meet each other back at the house after a night out and sit in the kitchen or my room to do the debrief. sometimes i'll go days not seeing either of them despite sharing a house but every now and then someone will softly call up the stairs that 'the heating's on!' or one of us will sneeze and the other two will yell 'bless you!' through the walls. the lack of interaction isn't interpreted as dislike in ways it would have been even last year, because we're all just old enough to be past that now and settled enough in our friendship not to worry about it. idk. uni is very loud and unsettling a lot of the time so it's been really sweet to see how almost boringly comfortable final year is.

[bunnihearted]

📓🖊️

[finalgirlimogen]

i misssssss. imogen. my friend.

[sparky-is-spiders]

Tell me ur jon/jonah thoughts

I'm afraid that, while I have many Jonjonah thoughts, they're mostly incoherent snippets of ideas floating around in The Brain Soup. There's a couple varieties, mostly of my brain going "But what if..." -insert idea here- and then refusing to elaborate further.

Personally I'm very fond of AUs where Jon is also a regency man with an interest in the supernatural and they have a corruption arc together. I think they should go around London investigating statements and rumors of supernatural happenings. I like the idea that they were the only people doing research for the institute while it was still getting off the ground, and a lot of their correspondence and journals and papers would've been preserved (although most would be inaccessible/unknown to institute employees). Not sure how Jon would be surviving through the centuries though. Equally enchanted by the idea of him bodyhopping the way Jonah did, just being immortal as the Archivist, and hiding under the tunnels as a weird fucked up monster (I very much love monster Jon).

I've also seen a few AUs where Jonah finds Jon hanging out under Alexandria or something and bringing him back to London to be his Archivist (and maybe also help end the world a little bit). Everyone else is baffled and horrified but Jonah is smitten.

I am also weak to time-travel and/or universe-hopping shenanigans, either post s4 where Jon has to reckon with the Jonah he knew vs the (past? present?) version of Jonah. I think the most fleshed out (read: could be described in more than two sentences) idea I have for this would rely on a rewrite of s5 (at least the ending). I saw a couple posts about TMA ending with Jon trying to go through with his plan only for Martin to decide to kill him (rather than Jon volunteering to die in the hopes they'll end up somewhere else). Between those posts, a handful of "post-s5 Jon ends up in Jonah's time" AUs I've seen kicking around (mostly @/Paptato's "A Game of Cat and Mouse" and @/sm0kebreaks' "My Dear Jonah"), and my desire to see Jon succeed with his plan and kill the fears, my brain came up with the idea "what if Jon tried to get Jonah to do an apocalypse so he can kill the fears for good?" (Note: I often struggle to grasp what would and wouldn't be in character for characters that aren't mine, and this AU in particular may come across as somewhat (or very) OOC for Jon). It's mostly predicated on the idea that, having been betrayed by his friends and his partner for their own selfish ends, Jon came to the conclusion that the fears had to be stopped, and he was quite possibly the only person who both could and would, and wiping out humanity through a fearpocalypse would be the best way to destroy them for good. Thus he enlists Jonah's help in his armageddon quest (conveniently leaving out the part where Jonah would not actually live forever). From here the details get sort of fuzzy (is Jonah the archivist now? is it the Sims Institute?). Mostly I like to imagine them alone in the panopticon, watching the fears wither and starve, waiting for the end. Of course, I'm really not sure Jon would ever do... any of that? Maybe if his corruption arc went further, but I'm not sure the Jon we're given would willingly pursue the end of the world, especially after already being used to end it once. Also not convinced that he'd be very good at the subtle manipulation that would be required. However, I am still somewhat enamored by the concept of Jonah meeting stranger who clearly isn't quite human (possibly helping him recover from hopping realities?), enamored and intrigued by this mysterious person who promises eternal safety for Jonah if only he would help them. I think Jon might come to genuinely love and see some of himself in Jonah, but not enough to change anything. Honestly obsessed with relationships where there's this deep, intimate understanding between two characters, who are mostly on their own/disconnected from the other people around them, but there's still this yawning distance between them that they can't ever quite cross, and I think this specific AU could play into that really well.

[salsflore]

going to sleep soon ～ let me get some things off my chest here.... my eyes are super itchy again (fell into the trap of snuggling my cat even when i swore i wouldn't do it again)