#sun would do little ‘mwah!’ sound effects when he’d give kisses

[kaleidoscopek9]

18 for punk boys!

18: Neck or shoulder kisses?

Moon would looove kissing his partner’s neck, especially if it would get a reaction out of them. He sees it as a very vulnerable, sensitive spot for humans. Grazing his sharp teeth tantalizingly over the skin as he’d pepper their neck and cheek with small sensual kisses.

Sun probably wouldn’t focus on his partner’s neck for kisses unless he knew it was something they really enjoyed. Though he would absolutely give them some small kisses on their shoulder if he was holding them close, and he had access to their bare skin. He would enjoy the soft intimacy of it all.

[kkaeyva]

'forever' is for dreamers

𐐪𐑂 summary: xiao learns how to dream.

𐐪𐑂 note: sorry for disappearing for a bit </3 i was working on a few things and now i'm back :) and just in time for xiao's birthday as well <3 happy birthday xiao <3 here's a drabble dedicated to you and THANKS FOR THE CRYSTALFLIES MWA MWAH KISSES XIAO ON THE FOREHEAD

𐐪𐑂 includes: xiao

𐐪𐑂 genre(s): fluff, you could read this as friends to potential lovers but idk, misuse/overuse of the words 'forever' and 'dream' LMAO

𐐪𐑂 word count: 1.5k

xiao does not believe in love.

or, more specifically, he does not believe in mortal emotions.

his arms rest against the railing of the balcony on the top floor of wangshu inn when he senses your presence behind him. your gaze meets his when he turns around to acknowledge you, and a smile appears on your face when he does so.

“xiao!” you call out to him, “so you’re here too, huh?” he moves to the side as to give you room on the railing. he doesn’t respond to you, choosing instead to look out into the horizon. (although, it’s not like he’s ever responded all that often.)

you continue a one-sided conversation, your gaze flickering back and forth between the adeptus beside you and the view before you to watch for a reaction to anything you say.

to anyone else, he certainly seems like he has turned you out or ignored you since your arrival. but you know better— xiao simply isn’t much of a talker. you glance over at him again once you finish up the story you were telling (something about a friend being descended from pirates?) and decide that maybe today he’d appreciate a bit of silence. you catch him as he gives you a look when he realizes you’ve gone quiet (it’s a look of something you can’t discern, unfortunately) but neither of you says anything of it.

a soft smile breaks out on your face as you lean a bit more onto the railing. you don’t know what’s so special about this quiet moment, but the words escape through your mouth faster than you can stop them.

“will we be friends forever, xiao?”

this catches him off guard. you can tell in the way the tips of his fingers twitch just a little, and how he swivels his head to look at you. he simply scoffs and turns back, his words nonchalant and indifferent, “forever is impossible for a mortal like you. you humans should stop romanticizing a concept you will never understand.”

you simply laugh a little at that and gaze out into the scenery once more. “i was thinking you’d say something like that. xiao, the ever-so-predictable adeptus, hm? anyway, i guess i’ll have to keep dreaming.”

he rolls his eyes and you laugh again. the sun is beginning to set and the sky is becoming stained with orange-yellow watercolour hues.

xiao would rather not grasp the concept of human emotions. they get in the way when he is trying to carry out his duties, and so he whisks them away each night as if they are another one of the demons he slays.

but as he sits on the edge of a cliff, staring up at the full moon, his mind wanders to the words you said not long ago. dream? about what? how do you dream about forever, when you’ve only got a bit of time to live?

‘forever’ is not something he could promise to anyone, not even rex lapis.

he’s seen many promises made between the children playing in the streets through the form of hooking pinkies together, and he’s seen promises made between merchants and shopkeepers through the form of paper and pen. above all else, the word ‘forever’ seems to be a common trend with them. what did you mean back then, to keep dreaming about forever? it’s always you that twists and turns his brain into a mess trying to decipher what you mean. why must humans dream about a concept even he can’t put into words yet? would any adeptus be able to describe ‘forever?’ the adepti are immortal, but does that necessarily mean ‘forever?’

he grumbles as he shakes his mind free of those thoughts. it’s not like the moon could give him any answers, anyway.

you’ve gone and done it this time— xiao thinks you’ve infected his mind with your words.

the thing is, xiao does not dream. he tries his hardest not to, he refuses to (weakness like that could spell the end for him.) and what kind of dream would he even have? one of light? one of peace? they are both so, so far out of his reach; he’s better off not thinking about them at all.

he’s pulled out of his trance from the sound of you setting a plate of almond tofu in front of him.

“you’re welcome,” you say as you take a seat across from him. “what’s on your mind? you seemed out of it earlier.”

he shakes his head— a “nothing that a mortal needs to worry about,” leaving his lips— and he digs into his almond tofu. while he would rather eat alone, he supposes he’s come to not mind your presence as much as before. maybe he could get you to explain to him what you meant that day.

he takes a bite of his tofu, relishing in the soft sweetness enveloping his tongue.

it tastes like how he thinks a dream would feel.

oh, and suddenly he understands your words a little more. or so he thinks, of course.

“what do you think this tastes like?” he blurts out, effectively giving you the biggest surprise of your life— how many times had xiao started a conversation before this moment anyway? exactly zero.

“i mean.. it’s sweet? there’s almost in it, so there’s that sort of flavour... what are you trying to ask, xiao?” by this point, you’ve put down your chopsticks, fully invested in this new conversation.

he averts his eyes, seeming to be embarrassed that he’d ask such a thing, but answers you nonetheless (though it was after a few moments of contemplation), “what did you mean that day, when you said you’d continue dreaming about forever? what does ‘forever’ mean?”

he fully expects you to laugh at him— call him foolish for thinking so hard about a throwaway line you gave him— but to his surprise, you answer honestly. (it sends a pang of something unfamiliar to his heart.)

your eyes are soft, and they are understanding. you are a table-width away, but he feels close to you at that moment. he wants to keep this view in his memory until the day he dies.

“‘forever’ has a lot of meanings, y’know? poetry-wise, i mean,” you lean your head against your hand, staring at the adeptus from your side of the table. in this moment, he seems more like a curious boy who simply wonders about the world. “at least for me, my forever is until i’m forgotten. it always has been.”

your forever?

the confusion is evident on his face, causing you to let out a chuckle and continue explaining, “what i mean is that... when i asked you if we’d be friends forever that day, i meant if you would ever forget about me.”

xiao lifts his gaze to meet your eyes, taken aback by your bluntness. how could you say something like that so nonchalantly? weird human.

but perhaps he appreciates this side of you, one that he has never seen in any other mortal he’s met. weird and unpredictable, but always honest and at this point, your voice is comforting enough that he finds himself using it as background noise— a breath of fresh air compared to the malicious thoughts that plague his mind. for a moment, he is allowed to forget about the weight of the bad karma weighing down on his shoulders.

he observes how you simply shrug and start eating your food again, but he senses how on edge you are as you wait for him to answer you. so you were sincerely hoping— no, dreaming— that he would be part of your forever as well. his instincts tell him to say that, unfortunately, he’ll live so long even after you leave and eventually you will be another insignificant memory, but something stops him from doing so. he wants to promise you that ‘forever’ you so dream of. to his own surprise, xiao himself wants to make sure that ‘forever’ rings true, even as he takes his last breath on the battlefield.

“i’ll try not to,” he murmurs, making you let out a questioning “hm?” at his words. and despite the embarrassment bubbling in the pits of his stomach, he clears his throat, “i meant i’ll try not to forget about you. don’t worry.”

he’s met with silence.

he waits with bated breath and finds himself hoping he hasn’t said anything wrong, only to be shocked by how you immediately burst out into laughter.

you look back at him with a wide grin plastered across your face, “thank you, xiao.” it’s a type of smile that he’s never seen you wear before. his body fills with a soft, fuzzy feeling and although it is unfamiliar, he welcomes it fully.

if ‘forever’ is for dreamers, then xiao simply has to dream, no? he’d dream again and again if only he could see that smile of yours over and over. he promises with his entire being to fulfill that dream of yours.

[pucksnsticksnhockeyboys]

summertime mindset - pt. 3

truth or dare & nosy teammates 

masterlist for summertime mindset

Timing is hard to get right and summer doesn’t last forever. You and Tyson learn the hard way.

word count: 2.1k

note from the writer: enjoy! make sure to read the prologue and the first two parts before this! let me know what you think!

SUMMERTIME

“What are we, twelve?” You teased as soon as the suggestion to play truth or dare was tossed out by someone. You were a few beers deep into the night, the sun had set a while ago and the adults and kids had long gone to bed.

Your group consisted of you, Tyson, Rachel, Michael, and Michael’s friend Dan. You liked Dan, he was harmless and funny, and he clearly liked you, if the way he had been trying to get close to you all day was any indication. He wasn’t good at taking hints, though, you had spent half the night tucked under Tyson’s arm and he still was trying to get your attention.

Now, Tyson wasn’t known as the smartest guy in the locker room, but when it came to you, he knew what was going on. He just laughed off any advances Dan made towards you, knowing you would never do anything to hurt him. Plus, when it was time to play truth or dare around the campfire, it was his side you curled into and he was the one that got to kiss the top of your head as you did so.

“Come on, it’ll be fun.” Rachel argued, and you rolled your eyes despite the grin on your face and you sat up a little straighter for the game. The first few rounds passed harmlessly, Rachel made Tyson give Michael a kiss on the cheek, which he did with an exaggerated ‘mwah’ that had you simultaneously giggling and contemplating about never letting him kiss you again just so he’d never get the chance to do that to you. Michael used you picking dare as a chance to get a refill on his drink, and you claimed that ‘go get me another beer’ wasn’t a dare, but you lost that argument since Rachel and Tyson both needed fresh bottles.

You made Rachel tell her most embarrassing sex story and it devolved from there. Tyson had Michael twerk on Dan, and Tyson, unprompted, decided to show Michael how it’s done and started twerking on you. You were seated, so it was more just him shaking his ass in your face, and you laughed so hard you got a stitch in your side.

“What’s the biggest turn off in a guy for you?” Dan had calmed things down towards the end of the night. You were tired, too tired to get up and do anything, so you picked truth. Clearly, Dan was trying to hint at something—probably the obvious feelings he had for you, but you’ll never know for sure.

“When guys are the gross kind of possessive, you know?” You nodded your head dramatically, the drinks you had finally catching up to you. Tyson chuckled as you slumped into him, your head on his shoulder and his arm snaking around your waist. Rachel apparently didn’t get the memo that things were winding down, because she shot up in her seat at your statement, pointing her half-empty beer at you.

“That’s the worst! Like, he’s my guy friend, I don’t want to fuck him. Stop getting jealous.” She blurted, probably a bit too loud for being in her backyard and her parents asleep in the house right by you.

“I don’t do that, do I?” Michael looked at his girlfriend, brows furrowed. He relaxed back into his seat, though, when Rachel shook her head and dropped back into her chair. You chuckled at her tiredly, tilting your head up to look at Tyson as he shrugged the shoulder you were leaning against to get your attention.

“Bedtime?” You nodded at his one-word question, pushing yourself forward just a bit to lazily press your lips to his. You could feel him smile into the kiss, and that made you grin in return. You pulled back first, the idea of crawling into bed suddenly very appealing. Tyson stood first, hauling you to your feet and letting you lean into him. He passed Dan, reaching out to do an abridged ‘bro-handshake’ since Dan was still sitting. “It was nice meeting you, man.”

Apparently, it was then that Dan seemed to realize that you and Tyson were a thing, because his eyes widened, and he started stuttering out apologies.

“I’m sorry, dude, I didn’t know—” He started, and Tyson cut him off with a chuckle. And though his arm tightened around you, it was only because you were nuzzling into his side in a bid to steal some of his body heat since you had moved away from the fire.

“It’s all good.” He waved off Dan. He had no reason to be jealous, as he was certain you were just as gone for him as he was for you.

You just smiled up at him. Tyson was definitely not the gross kind of possessive.  

PRESENT

Since your roommate was a bit of a nightmare, you often opted to take your work to a nearby coffee shop instead of spending a half hour trying to get her to realize her music was too loud and you couldn't focus because of it. You had been looking into moving, but between student debts and just the cost of living on your own, you were pretty much stuck with her for the time being.

You had headphones on to help you focus, but it was between songs that you heard someone say your name seconds before a hand was waved in your face. Pulling out an earbud, you smiled at the person who interrupted you. There were only a few people who could pull you out of your work without you getting mad, and only one could make you smile so easily despite everything.

"Hey, Tyson." You greeted, leaning back into your seat. He was grinning at you, and one of his teammates, Sam Girard, you think, was politely smiling at you from behind his shoulder. You greeted him, too, and he nudged Tyson before retreating back in line to order.

"Didn't know you lived in Denver for months and now I can't stop running into you." Tyson teased, sliding into the booth opposite you. You chuckled at his comment, it had been a month and a half since you first met back up with Tyson, so you had adjusted and grown comfortable with the idea of letting him back into your life—as a friend, nothing more. You had met up with him a dozen or so times since then, but it was always during the day and at places like coffee shops and your favorite diner.

It was awkward at first, spending time with Tyson and trying to avoid thinking about the summer you spent together. But things were always easy with him, and you had grown accustomed to having him around again. Still, you had to catch yourself from greeting him with a kiss, and you could tell he had to force himself to keep your hugs on a side of friendly that you never had to do before. But even if you weren't with Jon, you would still be hesitant to bring any romantic feelings into your friendship with him.

"What are you up to today?" You asked, finishing up the email you had to send before turning to look at him. He was already smiling at you, and the familiar rush that ran through you from being under his stare had you dropping your gaze back to your laptop. You hated how he always made you feel like a teenager with a crush, despite the fact you weren’t letting yourself think like that again.

"We just finished a morning skate; we're just hanging out." Tyson replied easily, and you relaxed a bit as he gave no indication whether or not he noticed your reaction to him, knowing him, he probably did, but was too nice to say anything about it. Before you could respond, Sam slid into the seat beside Tyson, flashing you a grin that spelled trouble.

"We're going out tonight, a bar called Tina's." Sam explained and you nodded, knowing the spot. You had learned about the place when Rachel and Michael had come to visit and you took them there and had been back a few times since then. "You should come."

You were caught off guard by the offer, but Tyson's grin widened just a bit more. You considered it, it was a Saturday and you were currently getting most of your work done, so you wouldn't have to worry about it later. But there was still something weird about going to a bar with your ex-who's-technically-not-your-ex and his friends.

"You can bring Jon." Tyson's expression fell a bit as he offered, and you just knew your smile was a bit too tight and your nod too stiff. Sam raised a brow at the statement, looking between you and Tyson as if he knew something was wrong. There was a question on the tip of his tongue, you could practically hear it, and something told you that you needed to change the topic.

"Sounds great."

And that was how you ended up at a bar on a Saturday night, your boyfriend trailing behind you as you searched for your—Tyson?—to introduce the two of them. Rachel had fully laughed at you for putting yourself in the situation when you called her earlier and freaked out.

The fact that you avoided telling Jon exactly what your history was with Tyson probably didn't help ease your conscience. He knew that you were friends from a few years back and that you lost touch, but he had no idea about just how you had spent that summer. You knew you would have to come clean at some point, but you'd rather not have that be twenty minutes before you had to meet up with everyone. Jon had a bit of a jealous streak, and you wanted the night to go as smoothly as possible.

You had been at the bar for all of two minutes, barely spotting the group of guys at a booth in the back, but Jon had already woven an arm around your waist. He always did this when you went out, making sure you stayed close to him and him only. It could get annoying, but you obliged, knowing it was better to just let him have his way for a few hours instead of picking a fight.

"Hey, guys." You waved nervously, greeting the table as soon as you got close. Tyson jumped up from his spot, effectively booting Cale from his seat between you and him. Jon's grip on you tightened, and you were forced to give Tyson an awkward half-hug since he wouldn't let go. You tried to avoid the questioning look Tyson gave you, but you knew it was there.

“Are you Bracelet Girl?” A toothless blonde, Erik Johnson, you couldn’t mistake him for anyone else, shouted from his spot in the booth. JT, who was seated next to him, elbowed him sharply while flashing you a grin. You were flushed, gaze focused on the ground as a round of laughter fluttered through the group.

“Shut up, man.” Tyson hissed, and a quick glance up told you he was just as embarrassed as you were—if the way his cheeks and the tips of his ears had turned cherry red said anything.

“Yeah, I am.” You chuckled, offering Erik your actual name. You were a little caught off guard by the way he cheered, and it was that moment you realized the two empty bottles on the table must belong to him.

“Call me EJ, and the first round is on me. I want to hear all the dirty details about offseason Josty.” Erik grinned, his comment earning snickers from the group and you were just about to reply before you were tugged tighter into Jon’s side, caught off balance just enough to have you stumbling into him.

“Her drinks are on me. I’m Jon, her boyfriend.” You had to school your features to stop from wincing, but you couldn’t control yourself enough to avoid putting an inch or so of distance between yourself and him.

You also pretended not to notice the same confused looks the guys were giving you and Tyson, not unlike the one Sam had given you earlier.

“Alright, no harm done.” EJ muttered, punctuating his sentence with a swig of his drink and you started to wonder if bringing Jon was a good idea.

“I think I’m going to buy my own drinks tonight.” You commented, putting another inch of space between you and him. You avoided his gaze, flashing Tyson a tight-lipped smile before turning to head to the bar.

You thought about that game of truth or dare you played that summer, and how the answer you gave Dan on your biggest turn offs was still true.

And if the look Tyson gave you as you caught his eye was any indication, he remembered too.